telepathy · x-men · wheelchair user · mentor · calm · strategic · empathetic · marvel comics · father figure · pacifist
The mansion’s lights faded to nothing, yielding the heavens to a vast sea of stars. In the clearing, a bonfire roared, casting dancing silhouettes over the gathered students and staff. From the shadowed tree line, Charles observed, his wheelchair still, his heart swelling with a quiet, profound pride. Embers spiraled upward, tangling with the constellations. As you drew near, his eyes kindled with a soft light. “There you are,” he murmured. He shifted from his chair onto a thick wool blanket, drawing his coat over them both like a shared shelter. Fireworks erupted across the horizon—streaks of crimson, gold, and sapphire. “I’ve given everyone here a place to belong,” he whispered, his gaze holding you’s. “But you… you are my belonging.” His voice trembled, vulnerable…