Iskaulit mingle

[lord_wizard]

Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: No
Action: Iskaulit
When: Feb. Drift Week (and beyond?)

[The fleet, more or less patched up after their battle, has once again left civilization behind for empty space. Maybe it's a good time to distract yourself and get away from the endless repairs and nothingness, though there might still be cleaning up that needs to be done here too.

Whether you're grabbing a broom or grabbing a drink, this is a fleetwide mingle for the Iskaulit.]

Comments

[axiomed]

I've always been rather shabby at that.

[ Which is half true. Charles does get teary a lot, but he holds it back. ]

[dancingmd]

[She nods.]

It's a lot harder than it should be, sometimes.

[axiomed]

Mmm. I think it's meant to be hard, but that knowledge doesn't soothe anything.

I guess . . . sometimes I'm glad it's hard.

[dancingmd]

To let yourself cry?

[axiomed]

Yes. And . . . just to be able to cry at all.

[dancingmd]

[Her brow furrows. Sometimes you are very confusing, Charles.]

Why are you glad that it's hard to cry?

[axiomed]

Because it makes the moments you do that much more meaningful. It's not an easy thing. I've touched every mind in the world. Every joy, every heartbreak, it's all there, every single day.

So to know I can cry is important. And that I can bear it without crying as well.

[ Charles feels he's cried enough. He's certainly wallowed in his own fears and pain for a lengthy period of time. Discarding the fear of going down that road once more is always hanging over his head. He had his students to put it aside. When you're surrounded by people who need you, the loneliness isn't as prevalent. ]

[dancingmd]

[Her expression of confusion relaxes. That does make sense to her, especially after experiencing his powers for herself - and that wasn't even at full capacity. To bear all those emotions... she can see how it'd be difficult to maintain the balance between being overwhelmed by them and becoming too hardened by them.]

Well, whenever you do need a shoulder to cry on, I'm here. And... thank you, for being here when I needed you.

[axiomed]

[ He reaches out to squeeze her hand. ]

You're welcome. And thank you as well. I want to be there for you - as much as I can be.

[dancingmd]

[She squeezes back, entwining her fingers in his.]

You always have been. [Small wry smile.] At least this time I'm not glitching.

[axiomed]

Not that it matters.

You were a lovely child, by the way.

[dancingmd]

[That elicits a soft chuckle.]

Thank you. You were lovely too. I think if you had told me you were going to adopt me I would have been quite happy about it.

[axiomed]

I've been known to do that a lot. At least I'm not too bad with younger children.

[dancingmd]

[She shakes her head. "Not too bad," he says, when he was wonderful.]

You'd be a good father.

[axiomed]

[ His smile is rueful. Charles doubts he'll ever find out if he is. ]

I hope so.

[dancingmd]

I know so.

[Her Mom Senses tell her this.]

[axiomed]

Then I'll take your word for it.

[dancingmd]

[She huffs softly, not sure he entirely believes her, but she'll take it.

Seeing as she's been sitting in one position for a while now, she shifts to get more comfortable and in the process, something in one of her pockets hits her hip.]

Oh!

[She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pack of cards.]

I almost forgot. Wrath left me these. I thought we could play a round, for her.

[At least she knows what to do with this unlike certain other... toys Wrath left her with.]

[axiomed]

[ He trails his finger down the side. ]

Certainly.

[dancingmd]

[She gives him a small rueful smile.]

I suppose that means I ought to move, hmm?

[Except she is reluctant to do so, even though she knows she probably should. Cuddling is comforting and not something she does all too often.]

[axiomed]

Not necessarily. Like I said, it's not as though I have any feeling in my legs.

[ The humour may feel dark, but nothing in Charles' expression seems bothered by it. ]

[dancingmd]

[She huffs softly and with good humor.]

I was more worried about the logistics of playing cards in this position.

[That and she's worried about Erik. She might be forgiven for curling up on Charles in a moment of grief but she doesn't know how he would take it beyond that.]

[axiomed]

Fair enough.

[ It would be a little tricky since he'd be able to look over her shoulder. ]

[dancingmd]

[So with one last hug and an unspoken thank you, she climbs off of his lap and sets herself up instead across the table from him.]

So...

[She starts shuffling the cards with an expert hand.]

What shall we play?

[axiomed]

I'm open to suggestions. I haven't played that many card games.

[ Charles didn't have time in college and avoided getting close to anyone there. ]