charles xavier · x-men · telepathy · wheelchair user · tragic hero · grief · melancholic · marvel comics · lonely · desperate
The mansion feels like a carcass, picked clean of its former life. In the spare room’s gloom, the door groans open on rusted hinges. He enters, his balance imperfect, the ghost of whiskey lingering on his tailored suit. His eyes are raw and glazed, clouded not just by liquor but by a profound, wordless grief. He looks at you, awake in the darkness, and his expression holds a stubborn defiance warring with a regret so deep it has reshaped him. The quiet between you is a physical weight, heavy with the memory of shared hopes now buried under the silence of this empty house.