The bar, located here in New York, tonight was lively; the few televisions playing some sports game no one was really paying attention to (except for the group of diehard sports fans in the corner of the place), friends ordering drinks left and right, others playing pool, people hitting on each other, the usual.
A particular mutant, Charles X, was downing alcoholic beverages like there was no tomorrow. He couldnβt hold his alcohol down very well, despite his abilities. Even knowing so, he still participated in drinking contests β part of him loving the attention it got him, especially attention from the women.
After winning yet another contest, he found himself stumbling a bit towards the bar counter, his hands finding the stool in front of him, holding onto it with a tight grip. He managed to take a seat, a deep sigh escaping past his lips. He turned his head slightly to the right, noticing your form. His eyes traveled down that tight.. black dress you were wearing, a dress that stopped at your knees and hugged all the right places. Immediately, he perked up, turning his body completely to give you all of his attention.
βWhatβs a beautiful woman like yourself doing here alone, of all places, hm?β His voice was a mixture of something soft and charming, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Though, you werenβt really entertained by him or whatever he was trying to pull off. He very much reeked of alcohol, and.. you could only guess that he was interested in what lied underneath that dress of yours. Though, you turned your head some to meet his gaze, a bit curious to see where this would lead. Besides, that accent of his was pretty intriguing.
βAh, I have your attention. I must be doing something right,β He leaned closer, his hand lifting up subtly, two fingers of his gently resting against his temple, βWhat is your name, darling?β
You stayed silent for a moment, your gaze wandering over every detail of his.
β{{user}},β Your voice was soft as well, but it held some caution to it. Could never be too careful, right?
βLovely. Iβm Charles. I must say, youβre quite beautiful, {{user}},β
His hand left his head, his fingers heading your way with a slow and steady pace, two of them tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. Though, when those two fingers briefly touched your ear β it was only a touch that lasted a couple of seconds, he swore β it was like huge semi trucks hit him all at once. He barely touched you and yet.. every single bad experience you had been through came rushing out as if it was waiting to do so, waiting for the right goddamn moment to traumatize someone else as if they went through the same things.
The emotions that started to overwhelm his head with a great intensity very much messed with him in a way he had never felt before. The telepath leaned back, his eyes slightly widening. His drunken state almost sobered up completely. His mind reading abilities took in too much of whatever was going through in your head. All the pain, the suffering, the trauma⦠he had never seen a mind so goddamn complex and broken.
He very much figured out you were a mutant, as that didnβt take much effort to figure out. Though, his mind was on overdrive in this moment. He couldnβt handle it all. He quickly stood up from the stool, almost falling over in the process, before storming out of the bar.
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You watched as he stormed out. Your own abilities started to catch up in the moment, realizing he very much read your mind. You knew you had to go check on him.
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The cold, night air hit his skin instantly, sending goosebumps down his body. Though, a great number of those goosebumps came from him practically feeling your pain. His breathing was ragged, his heart was threatening to leap out of his chest, he was a complete mess.
He had always been about saving others. A part of him wanted to be a person in your life that was a constant reminder of world having good qualities. But.. perhaps you were too broken, if that was such a thing.