sweet dreams are not made of these ( closed )

[jeaniegrey]

WHO: Charles Xavier and Jean Grey
WHERE: dreamland aka the mind
WHEN: beginning of September
WHAT: Charles has been wanting to talk to Phoenix but is this really a good idea??
WARNINGS: None


[ The dream scene opens like any other.

Sunlight filters through the windows in the mansion of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, the aroma of freshly brewed earl grey tea wafting through the air as two porcelain cups sit on saucers, the teapot nestled in the center of the round table with its knitted tea cozy on and biscuits laid out on a floral little dish beneath a lace patterned doily.

Jean sits there on the couch, legs crossed, strands of red flowing over her one shoulder, eyes gazing out the window. She's waiting for the Professor to clue in to her presence here within his mind, to come here and have a nice little chat over some tea and biscuits and it's only when the Professor does make his appearance in the room that she turns her head in his direction and smiles a little. ]

I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up.

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[aberranthubris]

[ It's not an unusual thing that two telepaths would meet under such circumstances and at first Charles thinks it's exactly just that, Jean inviting him for private discussion, to sit down for a while in the familiar setting even if it is just in one of their minds. It's still just as real to Charles at least.

He knows it's not real. Not only because he isn't supposed to be seeing the mansion now. Not if what Erik said would end up being true and he'd be sent back to the exact moment he was picked out from. And he wouldn't be aware if this would be it. But also because he's walking. He tends to revert back to walking and younger days in the headspace, never mind whose it is.

But it takes a moment for him to cue on the fact that this isn't Jean. He sits down on the worn leather of the couch and leans over to pick up the tea kettle, removing the cosy and pouring them both a cup. He offers the first one to Jean and looks into her eyes. ]

Thank you for the invitation, [ he says, then: ] Please, [ as he offers her the delicate cup and saucer, pink flowers hand painted on the porcelain. ]

[jeaniegrey]

[ Jean is very careful in watching his movements- the fact that he's walking alone is enough to tip off even someone not telepathic to know that something is amiss here. But, this isn't, by any means, some sort of illusion that she's attempting to pull him into. No, this was a means to... talk.

There's silence that comes from the redhead at first when the cup is offered to her and, after a moment and a glance to said cup, she smiles a little and reaches to take the delicate teacup from his hand... only to float it along with her mind, guiding it with her own hand to come and remain levitating beside her. Her eyes never quite leave Charles, always watching him, studying him, always with a smile on her face. ]

I get the feeling you've been wanting to speak to me and I'd like to know why.

[ Because she knows that he knows who he's speaking to- she can feel it. A tilt of her head, she floats a few biscuits her way, allowing them to slowly circle around her. ]

Need to be saved again?

[ And it's that which has her expression change some, a sort of... vitriol there at the sheer idea of such a thing while she continues to look at him with the body of his dear Jean sitting there on the couch... but someone else very much present instead. ]