I don't know you. You're not easy to approach. And I don't know how to approach you. Phoenix used that. It pulls every little slights it can find in my head and uses it against everyone, even people I like. I hurt the Professor too and he's like a father to me.
... and honestly, I don't have the capacity to wait at the caves for an hour every day for someone I hate.
*it's hard to navigate through the dense darkness that has grown over everything, like creeping vines entangling and choking the life from whatever they encounter and obstructing any path for moving forward. but if Charles is good at anything, it's at finding the good. it's somewhat akin to trying to make one's way through tar filled with broken glass, but he sets his sights on the nearest speck of brightness and dives for it*
[it's such an innocuous memory. A younger Julian, his hair short and his clothing being both very expensive and very preppy is sitting at a desk doing his homework. He knocks a pen off his desk and reaches out a hand to catch it in that futile gesture people do when catching pens.
Except this time the pen stops in mid-air.
Julian's expression as he stares at the pen is incredulous, with a healthy streak of fear ("I'm a mutant?" and a knowledge of what happens to mutants and how no-one likes them) but with an overwhelming fierce joy - he has a mutant power and it is awesome.]
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Date: 2012-05-17 12:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-05-17 01:12 pm (UTC)I don't hate you.
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Date: 2012-05-17 01:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-05-17 01:20 pm (UTC)... and honestly, I don't have the capacity to wait at the caves for an hour every day for someone I hate.
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Date: 2012-05-17 01:23 pm (UTC)Now leave me alone.
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Date: 2012-05-17 01:26 pm (UTC)[and she's gone.]
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Date: 2012-05-17 01:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-05-17 08:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-05-17 09:12 pm (UTC)Except this time the pen stops in mid-air.
Julian's expression as he stares at the pen is incredulous, with a healthy streak of fear ("I'm a mutant?" and a knowledge of what happens to mutants and how no-one likes them) but with an overwhelming fierce joy - he has a mutant power and it is awesome.]
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Date: 2012-05-18 12:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-05-18 12:50 am (UTC)...hey.
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Date: 2012-05-18 01:03 am (UTC)Julian!
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Date: 2012-05-18 01:04 am (UTC)[we hugging.]
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Date: 2012-05-18 01:06 am (UTC)[ the hug says otherwise ]
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Date: 2012-05-18 01:12 am (UTC)[definitely]