( 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.
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 }
( he had gone to sleep that night
staring at the numbers on his wrist
watching as it ticked down. he had
thought on more than one occasion
that maybe his was faulty— the numbers
jumped. some days it was such a
long time he felt as if he would die before
the numbers all hit zero. )( they never went below twenty minutes.
and charles always sucked in a breath
when he woke and it showed him this
because he thought that perhaps this
would be the day. he would meet the one
that he would instantly connect with.
the one that was supposed to be his soulmate. )( only the number would jump back up suddenly
and he had to wonder —- did he miss them?
had he taken the wrong train that morning
or the wrong turn? )( it was still dark when charles woke
the next morning. not because it was
late or too early, but because the clouds
that littered the sky and keep the sun away.
he didn’t think— didn’t want to look at
the numbers on his wrist. he didn’t
want or need that false hope that maybe
the numbers would be small again. )( he had done most his morning routine
without so much as a glance and gotten to
the station, with a little difficulty. people
he found these days were not as kind to
the handicap as they had been. he would
wait five minutes before his train arrived.
and taking a chance, he glanced. )-- 00:04:46 --( his breath caught in his throat- five minutes
the numbers read. five minutes and he would
see them, meet them. Just how though?
he stared at the numbers disbelieving.
was this really going to happen?)-- 00:03:02--( he was looking around, turning in his chair
the best he could that maybe he there was
someone looking around like him too. )-- 00:02:13 --( the faces all seemed to blur as
his eyes went from one to the next
the voices in his head all blending
a little hard to sort through. )( there was a frustration, he felt
why was this so difficult? perhaps
he was far too strung up on this but
it was an interesting idea,
an interesting concept and no matter
how one tried, without a doubt
unless removing it, one would
continue to wish for a day like this
perhaps a little impatient, like he was now. )-- 00:00:05 --( vaguely he heard the train doors shut,
the last of the people in the station slipping
on to the train and it leaving the station.
he paid no mind however because
now he hear the sound of footsteps
rushing down the steps to his left
and charles, charles’ heart was pounding
a man came bounding down the stairs,
arms full of posters? something and
he looked disheveled, obviously rushing. )( blue eyes kept staring,
he heard himself swallow,
licking suddenly dry lips. )-- 00:00:00 --( he was certain he stopped breathing
when their eyes finally met and for the life
of him.. he couldn’t think a single thing to say
than a breathy; )” — Hello. “
It wasn’t that Newt didn’t believe in this whole soulmate business, it had been scientifically proven after all, (well the timer had, but the concept of it not so), and he was a man of science. Newt just didn’t see the point of this soulmate thing. Maybe it had something to do with the story of his parents but really it didn’t matter to him. Or so he told himself everyday.
Newt had went to measures hide it from his view, sticking to long sleeved shirts and wearing watches or wristbands to cover it. Finally when he was legal, he’d gotten it tattooed over, in fact he practically got the whole of his upper body tattooed. He didn’t have to look at the timer, soulmark — whatever it was called — anymore. It stayed that way unless he concentrated on his wrist, which he learnt not to after years of practice.
He didn’t have time to ponder on it, he had more important matters to tend to after all.
So like any other morning, he woke up and washed up, and got ready for work. He worked for the science department in the government. Especially with the recently discovery of mutants, he was invaluable, knowing the most about genetics. Of course he excelled in artificial tissue and rare and potentially alien tissue. Newt was only hired for his ‘practical purpose’ or so they had put it, but that wasn’t the only thing he was paid to do of course.
Except today he managed to fucking set the coffee machine on fire. And almost killed the neighbour’s cat by throwing said coffee machine out of the window (it wasn’t killer litter if he lived on the first floor). And was already running really really late.
Here Newt was rushing to the train station, because he just had to take the later bus on the account of the first one being completely packed. Newt bounded down the stairs taking two three steps at a time, arms full of the blueprints of a bunch of his other side projects.
Somehow, he felt eyes on him and turned to face its source. Newt met the stranger’s eyes, bright blue and awfully familiar. And then he felt it.
He just knew.
He wasn’t going to fall into this… this trap, wasn’t going to be stupid like his parents. He had a genius level intellect, and he wasn’t going to be fooled by this… this redundant need for a soulmate, whatever the hell it mean.
He turned away from the man as the sound of train pulled him out of his reverie.
“Shit —” Newt exclaimed as he attempted to make a break for the train only to have its doors close in front of his face. (Well, the doors were actually closed before for that, but schematics.) The day just kept getting better. As if his day wasn’t crappy enough and now the universe had to add this stupid soulmate thing on top of that.
He’d missed his train because of it.
[Rule 1]
(Rule 2 actually, since Rule 1 was to not fall in love, that always complicated things)
Never trust anything that would make you miss your train, and probably get you fired.