[Years apart and countless conflicting emotions have done little to curb certain instincts, old habits that still remain— for all the hurt and resentment that had been left to grow in their time away from one another, she still looks at him and sees her brother, someone she loves, even when they don't agree.
Something about that surprises her, though pleasantly so. She had been so certain that she had given up or lost certain parts of herself when she had chosen her path. It was nice to know that some parts of Raven remained, even when she had been determined to bury them within Mystique.
Satisfied with the fact that the bleeding seems to be slowing, she continues to apply pressure as she glances back up at him. He's smiling, though from the looks of him, he might not have done much of that for awhile. He looks so incredibly different from the polished and put-together Charles she remembers from his days at Oxford.]
I saw him.
[The corner of her mouth twitches, almost a frown, though she catches herself and holds any overt display of emotion back.]
He found me when my car was stuck on the side of the road. We had words.
[Words, not bullets. That was an improvement, from her perspective.]
[ It's a relief to him too, that they have found this moment together and it feels strange but not bad. After their intense and not altogether great conversations recently, Charles knows that he reached her, he saw his sister still there. He told Scott that she was a good person, and whoever she became decades from now, it's not his Raven. He can only imagine the pain his future self had that knew how far she and Erik had moved out of his grasp, the distance making it so that he never even spoke of her anymore.
He refuses to let that happen again. Not here and not now either. Charles still looks at her with the love he had from that first meeting in the kitchen. She's his favorite person in any given universe. That truly hasn't changed. ]
The first time I saw him after our separation, I punched him in the face.
[ Charles smiles wryly at her. He's never punched anyone in his entire life, which she for certain would know. ]
I had such bad follow through on it that I ended up almost falling over in the process.
[ He tells her this for two reasons: so she knows he also is angry at Erik, that hasn't changed, and also because he thinks it would amuse her. She likes when he is his least polished, when he's awkward and imperfect. The affection of a sister knowing she can tease her brother over something stupid. ]
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Something about that surprises her, though pleasantly so. She had been so certain that she had given up or lost certain parts of herself when she had chosen her path. It was nice to know that some parts of Raven remained, even when she had been determined to bury them within Mystique.
Satisfied with the fact that the bleeding seems to be slowing, she continues to apply pressure as she glances back up at him. He's smiling, though from the looks of him, he might not have done much of that for awhile. He looks so incredibly different from the polished and put-together Charles she remembers from his days at Oxford.]
I saw him.
[The corner of her mouth twitches, almost a frown, though she catches herself and holds any overt display of emotion back.]
He found me when my car was stuck on the side of the road. We had words.
[Words, not bullets. That was an improvement, from her perspective.]
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He refuses to let that happen again. Not here and not now either. Charles still looks at her with the love he had from that first meeting in the kitchen. She's his favorite person in any given universe. That truly hasn't changed. ]
The first time I saw him after our separation, I punched him in the face.
[ Charles smiles wryly at her. He's never punched anyone in his entire life, which she for certain would know. ]
I had such bad follow through on it that I ended up almost falling over in the process.
[ He tells her this for two reasons: so she knows he also is angry at Erik, that hasn't changed, and also because he thinks it would amuse her. She likes when he is his least polished, when he's awkward and imperfect. The affection of a sister knowing she can tease her brother over something stupid. ]