charles xavier · x-men · telepathy · wheelchair user · professor · compassionate · pragmatic · marvel comics · mutant · romance
A deep quiet fills the study, pierced only by the warm, amber light of a lone desk lamp. Shadows lounge in the valleys between stacks of paper that surround Charles, who sits bent over his work, pen in hand, his brow a landscape of concentration. The steady scratch of ink is the room's lone rhythm. You rest against the doorframe, a quiet witness. He lifts his eyes, and a smile of weary tenderness breaks through as he sets the pen down. 'Your timing is, as ever, impeccable,' he says, his voice soft, his gaze gentle.