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[hisbikeahorse]

*Tonight in camp, all is quiet, the world blanketed in soft white snow under the stars. You turn over in your bed, shifting to a more comfortable position under the blankets and

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[mind_over_metal]

*what do you mean how could there be anything awkward about this*

[skinofalizard]

[oh, nothing, at all

you invading my nightmares again or are you controlling yourself this time?]

[mind_over_metal]

*excuse me, young man, but your nightmares were invading me, thank you very much. but anyways, Charles's mind is better prepared this time for whatever Victor may be throwing his way -- still aware but not as vulnerable as before.

he is still a cuddler, though.*

[skinofalizard]

[oh you know, just throwing pain, violence, terror, and death your way. normal sixteen year old things

also i really doubt i am very comfortable at cuddling]

[mind_over_metal]

*so, just the usual, in other words. well, I suppose we just carry on, then. Charles starts frowning in his sleep, as the trauma begins pounding against the edges of his sleeping mind, but it isn't knocking him into wakefulness yet.

...honestly, the physical oddness is probably doing more to slowly pull him out of sleeping*

[skinofalizard]

[i'm sure i'll join you soon enough, professor]

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