//I am pretty sure that wasn’t everyone but that’s what I could find to reply to. Sorry if I missed you 😬
Charles Xavier
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There’s a brief moment where Charles’ eyes soften slightly, it he turns away quickly. “Just let me drink myself to death. I’m not worth trying to help.”
“I lost too many people to believe that shit anymore. If I’d trusted my gut and hadn’t trusted those monsters they’d still be here.” He grabs the bottle again, flickering his cigarette away as he does. There’s obvious pain there that’s he’s trying to burry with his bad habits.
//I can’t remember a thing about the rps so I’m gonna read through them all so replies will take a minute. 😬
//ima try to do replies now before i have to go to work. Sorry about the extra long delay. Just a lot going on. I’m just always exhausted it seems lol
//hopefully I can be back here next week sometime. Hopefully. 😩
//I’ve been going through a lot lately. I promise I’ll be back and I’ll do replies. I’m still here lol
He takes a long swig from the bottle he’s holding, completely ignoring the water Peter brought. “Why do you care?” He asks calmly.
“I don’t think it. I know it.” He rolls his eyes, “My Erik thinks we can coexist with them. Him and his silly brotherhood think they’re doing good. They’re only playing into our eventual downfall.”
//I really wanted to be on more today but personal things came up. I will get to replies before work tomorrow. Promise.
“Me? Coexist with those monsters?” He scoffs. He sits the bottle down and takes a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. This man is just full of bad habits.
//off to see my grandma. It was a last minute thing. I’ll try to do replies as I can.
//replies soon. Trying to get my stomach to settle. 😞
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//I think I replied to everyone. Let me know if I missed you :3
“The hell are you on about?” He narrows his eyes slightly as if trying to focus his vision on him. “Shouldn’t you be off playing nice with the humans?” He asks, seeming to have him confused with someone else.
Charles had found himself another bottle of cheap whiskey and is now taking large swigs from it. He doesn’t even acknowledge Peter’s presence when he comes back. His focus is fully on his drink now. At least he stopped throwing things for now.
//hr and a half left of work then I’ll be on to do replies :3
“Fuck you.” He picks up another bottle to throw but notices there’s still whiskey in it. He takes a big swig of the liquid before cradling the bottle in his hands like something precious. Like it’s his life line.
"I feel a great swell of pity for the poor soul..." × Charles F. Xavier × AU Portrayal "...Who comes to my school looking for trouble."
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“Piss off.” He grunts as he goes to get another new bottle of whiskey. He struggles with getting the bottle open. He’s obviously too shit faced to have much coordination.
Erik Lehnsherr@magneticsorrow.bsky.social · 2y ago“woah okay chill” Erik stared at Charles. He has met a lots of variants, but none so.. Broken and rude. “You need to sober up”
“What did just you call me?” And now he’s mad again. “I’m no fucking teacher. I-” He picks up another empty bottle to throw at him again, but he hesitates as he cuts off his sentence.
//boss called and I have to go into work early so I will disappear soon. If we’re slow I may try to hop on here and there if I can :3
“Bad life.” He grumbles to himself. He stares at the kid a moment, squinting his eyes slightly as if his mind is trying to process the person in front of him. “Who the hell are you?”
Throws an empty whiskey bottle at the readers head, just barely missing them in his drunken state. “Go the f-fuck away!” He stumbles slightly.