memes   .     accepting    //    @erikleh

                                Gives you a look.

It had been a rather long day of nothing but constant training. The entire mansion was filled with nothing but silence as the rest of the kids got some rest for the night. They deserve it, thought Charles. He had only known them for probably a month and a half, and never in his life had he seen a group of youngsters filled to the brim with raw and unfiltered passion. He was proud of them. Yet, passion was one thing, but strategy was another ballpark all entirely. If they wanted to beat Shaw they had to be ten, no, twenty paces ahead. They had to be stealthier if they wanted to make it out alive. They had to be smarter. All in all, they had to be better.

He doesn’t look up. The professor takes a slow sip of this tea before looking back towards the papers he’s marking.

Fluffy Starters

He’s  trying  —  trying  not  to  think  too  much  of  the  words  quietly  spoken.  Their  conversations  were  often  like  this  whenever  paths  crossed  and  for  a  brief  spell,  it  would  feel  like  the  days  of  old  —  before  things  got  messy  and  complicated  in  the  world.  Their  ideals  had  taken  a  turn  to  a  point  where  they  walked  two  entirely  different  paths  now.  However,  despite  that  fact,  those  paths  would  converge  every  so  often  allowing  them  to  meet  in  the  middle  for  a  spell.  It  was  often  brief  and  while  Charles  would  probably  swear  he  didn’t  need  these  little  reunions,  those  who  knew  him  best  also  knew  he  missed  his  friend.  No  matter  how  differently  their  eyes  saw  the  world,  they  still  somehow  looked  upon  one  another  as  friends.  Friends  who  cared,  friends  who fought,  but  always  PASSIONATELY  either  way.  And  now,  with  him  seated  across  from  him.  their  annual  chess  match  having  come  to  an  end,  all  that  was  left  was  the  silence  of  the  mansion;  the  soft  breathing  of  two  friends  sharing  a  drink  while  the  others  in  the  house  slept  PEACEFULLY.  The  words  Erik  spoke  play  over  in  his  mind,  and  he  KNOWS  his  friend  is  waiting  for  a  response.  He  wonders  if  he  has  the  right  one;  wonders  if  he  even  knows  what  to  say  without  muddling  things  even  more  but  in  the  end,  he  opts  for  SAFE.  Best  not  to  complicate  things  anymore  than  they  already  were.

❝ I  suppose  I’ll  have  to  agree  with  you  there,  old  friend.  Very  few  people  can  work  passionately  from  opposing  sides  everyday  like  we  do  and  still  find  time  to  meet  for  a  cup  of  brew  like  they  weren’t  just  fighting  two  days  ago.  It’s  truly  remarkable  what  we  have  but  it’s  better  than  nothing.  I’d  rather  have  this  than  nothing  at  all  so  thank  you.  Thanks  for  looking  past  out  differences  —  if  only  for  these  brief  moments.  It  means  a  lot  to  me,  because  I  will  always  consider  you  my  friend.❞

100 Ways to Say ‘I Hate You’: ACCEPTING

II @erikleh

A tight frown settled along the telepath’s lips. “And what good would that do, old friend?” sighed Charles. “You’d simply have more blood on your hands.”

Jean’s  one  of  our  newest  students.  She’s  a  telepath  like  me.  When  she  told  me  you  were  here,  I  almost  didn’t  believe  her.  After  all,  last  I  heard,  you  were  in  Germany  some  place.  Something  must  have  happened  to  make  you  come  all  the  way  back  here  to  this  lowly  place.  So  what  is  it?  Come  to  crash  for  a  week  before  you  disappear  again?

indeed it is