But if I fall for you
I’ll never [ recover ]
If I fall for you
I’ll never be the same
And in the middle of the flood
I felt my worth
When you held onto me
like I was your
little life raft,
Please know
that you were mine as well
Newt is an extremely tactile person by nature. The more he likes you the more touchy he gets. Unless he really really likes you and then he gets all awkward around you and maybe even starts avoiding you like the plague.
( He’s actually a little surprised that he was being
spoken to. Then again, the other was the one to arrive
late for his train and watch as it drove away. Maybe he
had jumped to conclusions too quickly?
Charles supposed he should be
upset for missing his train as well
but truthfully, even with the negative
reaction, he would have preferred this.
At least that way the numbers would
stay at zero forever and he would not
regret meeting Newt.Newt.
An interesting name. He’s testing it out,
how it sounds to him in his mind. He
doesn’t say the name aloud however.
Nor does he say that the name surprisingly
fits the man. Who looks absolutely interesting
and Charles, oh, he’s already wanting to peak
at that mind. his fingers almost itch to touch his temples,
to get a look into that mind. he won’t however to him
now that would be like a violation of his trust and if
there was anything charles wanted newt to do
now it would be to trust him. )” Charles Xavier. It’s—- “
( a pleasure? no- certainly not
for the other. )” -nice to meet you. “
“Do people seriously give out their whole names to everyone?” He wondered aloud, sounding more quizzical than rude. Granted, he supposed he wasn’t just anyone to this guy. No, Newt supposed he wasn’t. Well…
Newt was glad that his hands were currently full, not wanting — not willing to crack and shake his hand. Physical contact always had a positive effects on bonds. Yeah, maybe he was just bitter. Maybe he ought to change that. Either way, Charles couldn’t fault him for not extending his hand. He turned to the man in the wheelchair, for the first time really looking at him.
Charles had a slightly long brunette hair, bright shining cerulean eyes, and bit of scruff on the sides of his face. Newt’s eyes finally settled on the wheelchair, (not that he had any aversions to it), but immediately his curious mind wondered to how? “So… not what you were expecting huh?” And even as he said those words, familiar still rattled in his mind, the brain trying to convince the body that he’d met him before.
He must look like a disappoint to the man before him, though the stranger’s words say otherwise. Conflicting thoughts race through that brain of his, one saying, push him away, the other, this is your chance, get to know him. Newt shook his head to dispel them both, and settled for a “Where’re you headed?” lamely.
You sit there in your [ heartache ]
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch him now
Here he
come ——He doesn’t look a thing like
Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
~ Like you imagined ~
When you were { y o u n g }
Everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to the second their life changes, and when those numbers reach
00:00:00:00:00:00
[Years, Months, Days, Hours, Minutes, Seconds]
They meet their soulmate.
But there was a catch, numbers jump and change and shift as fate saw fit. Numbers jump and change and shift when one party takes a wrong turn, misses the bus, gets up late, or does something unexpected.
Due to his parents’ unsuccessful ‘soulmate’ relationship, 35 year old Newton Geiszler wasn’t one to believe in such a notion. He’d cover that mark up with sleeves, watches, leather bands, and finally tattoos.
Soon enough, Newt forgot about it, or tried to. But fate had a way rearing it’s ugly head back at those who tried to ignore it. It was just like any other day, wake up, wash up, burn the coffee machine, head to work.
Just like any other day. And then he met one Charles Xavier.
People Invovled: Charles Xavier (foundxr)
Paras: When You Were Young
( Oh.
That’s not— Was that it?
He had all these ideas in his head
for what would happen if the numbers
reached zero and for him to only get a look. )( but now it’s awkward for him.
And he’s going to continue to sit in his chair.
He wouldn’t make the effort, he wants to move but
no— he won’t.he feels
rejected? )( charles isn’t sure. this wasn’t how
he pictured something as big as
this happening. were they not
supposed to be happy and —-well now thinking about it
it was just ridiculous that
he had believed that’s how he would
ever meet his soulmate.the thought hadn’t crossed his mind
that maybe the numbers were something
that was just there. yet
he’s still staring, watching this stranger
still curious in his chair. )
Newt sagged, he had to wait for the next one, which met dealing with his — yeah… He felt the same eyes trailing, following his movement. Newt returned his view to the man in the wheelchair. Staring back, trying to — not trying to be aggressive.
“Look pal. Just don’t. Whatever you believe in this whole thing, it’s just better if we don’t.” He’s not going to say the word because saying would make it all real, would cement into the planes of his life forever.
He wasn’t really ready for that. He doubted that he would ever be ready.
That wasn’t exactly the way he wanted to word it, but, Newt had been known to speak before he thought things through, offended people more than necessary. Maybe some sick part of him wanted to offend the man before him, to drive him away. And he didn’t — wouldn’t need to deal with the issue that fate had handed to him.
Only a fool confuses fate with destiny. Fate is what happens to us, destiny is what we make in spite of our fate. Having a soulmate was fate. Meeting him was fate. But what he did with it after was in his hands. It didn’t mean he wanted it though, or that he wanted to do anything with it.
But there was just that something about the man that wasn’t — had nothing to do with the whole soulmate business, something else entirely, something that got his mind thinking. And when Newt set his mind to something there was no stopping it. And he hated it.
“Newt.” He said anyway, knowing that he was going to regret this. [It had to be better than awkward silence while waiting for a train.] Knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to walk away a few minutes later. Knowing that he — someone had noticed him. However unorthodox the situation.
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He remembered belting out a song, horribly, so off key, so out of tune. For the life of him he couldn’t sing, but still enjoyed the joy it brought. Remembered when Charles had wheeled over towards him and tugged at the material of his tie, and pressed his lips against his own, effectively shutting him up. Charles had learnt (and shamelessly exploited the fact) that it was one of the only few times that Newt ever kept quiet, but more importantly was willing to be kept quiet.
He remembered the science experiments they did together, blowing up the lab once or twice. The crazy ones, the calm serious ones. The life changing, world changing ones.
He remembered of a mind connected to another, of intimacy beyond the physical.
He remembered the first time they’d met, the needless hostility he had towards the other man.
He remembered that Charles changed his worldview. Newt always had been enthusiastic about his work, wonderfully in awe of it. But with the world it was different, the world was complex and dull, why did people have to persecute those that were different? The world was bleak, and positively stupid.
Charles, Charles changed that with his limitless mind. Channeled his unending vibrance of his passion to the world.
Charles showed him that
there was more to the world the eye can see.
He should have just said screw it, screw it all at that train station and walked away. Walked away to save himself from the eternal heartache, heartbreak and pain. Shouldn’t have even went to work that day. Should have never met Charles. Should have never liked him, moved him with him. Should never have fallen in love with Charles.
Oh Charles,
With that beautiful brain of his,
With that bright shining eyes,
With that wonderful, impossible heart.
A heart that was no longer beating.
A mind that was no longer intertwined with his.
[Rule 1]
Don’t fall in love.
Once was enough.
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“Guess the soulmate thing really got us good huh?” Newt whispered, and transferred the words through Charles’ mind, in case his throat failed him. It had nothing to do with us though. He thought to Charles.
What we have is our own, not something that was stemmed from a mark on our wrists. Sure, it may have brought us to the same time and place, but not the emotions, the fondness, the love we feel, we learned to feel.
In that moment, as he told Charles of all this, Newt experienced life again.
And he thought, even though he hated leaving Charles, hated abandoning him like so many others, hated the fact that he wasn’t here to see Charles grow old, maybe it wasn’t such a bad way to go, Charles was by his side at the end of it all.
Charles led a full life with him, and would continue to lead it. But knowing that Newt was a big chapter of that life, and that Charles was the same to his life, was enough. It had to be.
I was the match and
You were the [rock]
Maybe we started this fire
We sat apart and watched
All we had {burned} on the pyre
[things we lost in the fire plays in the distance of charles, raven and erik]
this is the story of how i died started shipping Newt with Charles, Raven and Hank