towerofanimus | So much to offer, yet nothing to give.

Characters: Charles Xavier and whomever.
Setting: Floor number twenty-five.
Format: Paragraph format, but anything is fine.
Summary: Charles laying in the meadow with his feelings. Manly tears and angst abound.
Warnings: None. G for tears?

Everything had piled up.

After finding himself needing to be rescued all the time, or not being able to help, at least not anyway that made a difference. Instead usually hurting those he tried to help... Charles was tired. He was tired and worn and he couldn't keep up the visage of being okay anymore.

Having woken up in the tower after the nightmare of all those monsters. People fighting and him not being able to do anything, just be a liability, people probably died, and everyone so close together in such pain, and the anger and the fright and everything had gotten to him, beaten down on his mind and he'd been able to do nothing but curl fingers tight in his hair and hold his head. If he'd died during it, Charles couldn't remember, didn't want to remember. But after waking up from that and feeling numb, not wanting to move or do much of anything, he figured that it would be worse for him not to get up, he'd done enough of not getting up before he'd been brought to the tower as it was.
So he'd checked to see who was in the tower, a light scan with his mind, Erik was here, Molly, others who's minds he'd touched briefly before, new minds. Minds he couldn't quite touch, but that was fine. He just wanted a basic idea as it was. Happy that he still knew people here, yet not, he decided to take a look around, see if anything had changed, if things were 'normal'. And in doing so found one of the new floors.

It was beautiful really, flowers that never seemed to end, a lovely meadow. Wheeling through it in his wheelchair he'll come to a stop eventually, peering around and inhale deeply. Eyes closing he'll let his breath out, just needing a moment, before he'll work himself out of his chair and awkwardly manage to get himself laying on his back, next to said chair, looking up from the flood of flowers around him. It's there, alone, with only his thoughts and the sea of flowers that he'll feel tears stain his cheeks, sliding down slowly. Fingers touch gingerly at the wetness and Charles will scoff at himself, before letting his hand fall beside him.

No matter how hard he tried to not let everything get to him, to be strong and help people and just do what he thought was right.

He just felt so useless.

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Aradia frowns a little, keeping a distance as she realises she's startled him. She hadn't meant to creep up on him, exactly, she just hadn't expected that anyone else would be there.

Still, it was clear something was amiss. To be expected, after the weeks they'd had, but Aradia wouldn't pry. That wasn't in her nature, curious as she could be about other matters.

"Yes...things have been a little crazy lately. At least the constant fighting seems to have stopped for now."

At his question, she shakes her head. "If anything I should be asking you that question. You were here first, after all."

He'll nod a little, and wish that crying didn't make one's face decide to leak every where. It was very unflattering.

"Thankfully... I do hope we get some reprieve from anything unpleasant for some time now. It would be nice to hear from our caretakers as well." Dax and co had been very quiet since the weird nightmare/dream reality thing had happened. He couldn't be sure if that boded well for them or not.

"No, no you are quite fine, my dear. There is plenty of room in here for both of us."

Unflattering, perhaps, but to Aradia merely a curious thing to observe. She knew that humans had red blood, though brighter than her own hue, but she hadn't yet had much chance to appreciate that, unlike trolls, humans' tears didn't reflect that blood colour. So if she appears to be staring, as she likely does, it will be more in fascinaiton than any form of disapproval.

"Oh yes? I don't think I've spoken to them...was the boy one of them? I do hope he is all right now."

As he mentioned there being enough room for them both she offers a ready smile. "Yes, I don't think I've been anywhere with rooms quite as expansive as these. Or as differing from each other. But this is a nice floor, as far as I can tell."

"I'm not sure, honestly. But I would like to hear their side in light of everything that has happened. I'm sure it would be quite the story." Full of lies or truth, Charles couldn't say. He had no way of knowing, as his powers were blocked from working on them. It did make things difficult.

He does note the staring, but figures it's from his current state of looking miserable. Or the fact he can't move his legs, they're laying a bit awkwardly as it is... he should fix them.

"I could get to really favor this one floor, if it really is as nice as it seems." No monsters or terrible things waiting to pounce and ruin the beauty of it all.

"I admittedly didn't look to see if there were any other new floors, this one caught my attention completely."

Aradia nods. "I imagine it would be. Have you spoken to them before?" No-one else had mentioned much about doing so, and so the potential to learn more was too much for her to resist entirely.

She moves to sit in the grass beside him, figuring it's probably a little less awkward that way for both of them. "Yes...it's a little like the fourth floor that way. It seems a nice place to spend some time."

And she sure hopes there are no monsters because she's sort-of thinking that this would be a very nice place to bring Sollux at some point.

"There are a few more. Another food place, and a room filled with art. The one below this is empty, though...well, it looked empty to me when I passed."

"I've spoken with one. A man calling himself Dax. Though not much was learned from the conversation." Well not for most people. What Charles had learned that was most important was that he couldn't read his mind, or find the minds of any others here that worked with Dax. Something was blocking their minds from him and he didn't know what.

"I've tried to make contact since but with no luck." He'll listen to her description of the other new floors, brow quirking.

"An empty floor? That... seems like a waste." Even with how odd some of the other floors were, why an empty one?

She shrugs a little. "Well, that's one more than I've spoken to. Perhaps they don't like to talk much."

Which, given some of the trolls she knows, isn't so unusual for her.

"Well, it's not like I spent much time looking at it. Perhaps there's something in there that I missed. Something that only appears at certain times, perhaps. All I know is that there wasn't anything about it that made me want to stop and explore."

Which, really, was what she looked for when it came to new rooms.

So much to offer, yet nothing to give.

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