but that's how we like it, and that's all we want

[atthemercyof]

[ He wakes up, and he's not where he should be. Gone is Charles Xavier's bedroom, the warm press of a body beside him, and in it's place is - well, Erik thinks it's a library. He pushes himself up off the mattress on the floor, black wood shelves looming into view. He doesn't know what's happening, only that he feels a little outside it all. Nobody could have moved him in his sleep, and if they wanted to, they wouldn't leave him somewhere like this.

He turns around to glance at the room twice, moves a little closer to the shelves to draw his fingers across the spines, not plucking them free just yet. There's a sound, somewhere outside the room, and he abandons the examination in favour of opening the door, taking the hall at a quick, but not frantic pace. He's curious, which is bizzare in and of itself.

Though he doesn't look into any of the rooms he's passing, it does feel like there's life in here, wherever here is. He hears the noise again, traces it through. ]

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[atthemercyof]

[ He laughs something small and quiet at that, moves into the passage, step careful and slow because he'd rather not trespass anywhere he shouldn't be. ]

A secret passage, liebling?

[oldcardigans]

A wee bit uncharacteristic, I know. You expect me to be a straight shooter through and through, but there's no harm in making other telepaths work harder to get to the rest of me, hmm?

[ There aren't any stray memories hanging about here, but the carpet colors and wood paneling are both still so vibrant, reminding Charles of why he's content to come here and clean up every so often.

But one open window brings in the stinging ocean air, Charles smelling the salt before he recognizes where they are, quelling a minor temor up his spine and swiftly moving to touch Erik's back to direct their path, putting himself between his friend and the windows. ] Nice weather, for a change. In Oxford, it was rain in the real world and in my head, good lord.

[atthemercyof]

It's protecting you. [ Smiling, though he's not sure why the sudden shift in Charles' demeanor is there. ] Why not diver to the classics?

[oldcardigans]

[ Hallway coming to an L shaped passage, Charles gently guides him around it, pointedly away from the searing sunshine, exactly how he remembered it from that day. Turning to grin cheerfully at him. ] Precisely. And a good few decoy rooms besides is typically all the protection I'll need to delay an intruder before I throw them out again. Present company excepted, of course.

[atthemercyof]

[ Letting himself be lead whatever way down the passage Charles wants, smiling absently. ] Mm. Good, as long as you're not turfing me out, dear.

[oldcardigans]

[ Blithely. ] The guided tour will have to sate you.

[ Breaching the thickset double doors, Charles only opens them a crack before he's looking over his shoulder with an impishness about him. ] Do watch your step. One wrong move and it's a long way down.

[atthemercyof]

This is truly spectacular, Charles. [ Slanting his gaze downward. ] How you could create something like this, it's wonderful.

[oldcardigans]

[ Attempting a disaffected tone, but he's clearly taking a great amount of pleasure in the reaction, worry fading quickly. ] Oh, you know how it is. You find yourself with a little time on your hands, you feel like you can use it to tidy up the chaff floating around in your head. It's all a bit tedious, isn't it?

I AM SO SORRY. :|

[atthemercyof]

[ Making a noise, something part laugh, part amazement. ] Oh, of course.

MY DARLING ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

[oldcardigans]

[ A flash of teeth and Charles is leaving Erik to follow in his wake, but not before gently ribbing him. ] Three guesses as to what this room is?

YES, I'M SORRY, I wasn't very well last night and I pretty much disappeared off the face of the eart

[atthemercyof]

[ Trailing after, a smile working across his face. ] I wonder.

tis all fine, deary /snuggles

[oldcardigans]

Oh, it's not a game if you don't guess. [ But he takes mercy. ] Memories other than mine. I suppose I could have thrown them all out but... it seemed unsavory, somehow.

/clings to

[atthemercyof]

Something you've gathered? [ Tilting his head curiously, brow furrow working it's way over his face as he thinks. ]

[oldcardigans]

Information about anything and everything, others' memories, that sort of thing. [ He makes a vague gesture with his hand. ] The thoughts I'd pulled in from your memories used to be here, too, but once our relationship, err, elevated, I decided to move them to a safer place.

[atthemercyof]

You keep them? [ He sounds surprised, almost delighted. ] So what is in here?

[oldcardigans]

[ Humming in acknowledgment. ] Mainly, my education. Don't open one and think you'll suddenly be an expert in the genetic sequence, but there are memories here too. Unfortunately, nothing I can share with you, as I'm sure you'd never want me blabbing about your experiences to anyone, either.

[atthemercyof]

[ Quietly. ] No, of course not. Is there a reason for the sheer drop?

[oldcardigans]

Would you believe me if I said it's a trap? [ Laughing shortly. ] No, actually, it's purely aesthetic - to put all of this knowledge into one designated space, I'd unconsciously formed an appropriately massive venue to reflect that. Back when I started manually organizing and found this place already half made, I didn't have the heart to change it.

[atthemercyof]

It's impressive, you know. Everything is, the different rooms, the architecture. It's beautiful.

[oldcardigans]

[ Teasing. ] Are you about to tell me I have a beautiful mind, Erik?

[atthemercyof]

It's a possibility, stop me, quick.

[oldcardigans]

Mm, I'll spare you the embarrassment. [ Shrugging, his turns to Erik to pester him. ] I admit I had no purpose in showing you this room than to impress you. You are impressed, yes? Tell me I'm the most impressive person you've met.

[atthemercyof]

[ Snagging Charles around the waist to reel him in, smile a little bit wide, mischevious. His voice comes out deep, amused.] You are the most impressive person I've ever met. I am in awe.

[oldcardigans]

[ Dragged over, wearing a smile that reached his eyes, hands sliding to Erik's upper arms, all lightness and unresisting. ] Tsk, you have to mean it.

[atthemercyof]

[ Voice turning enthusiastic, arms still wrapped around him, fully content to play the game. ] You are splendid, amazing, astonishing, bewildering. You have the most fascinating and overwhelming mind I have ever known, and you take my breath away.