I can't concentrate on my Twilight pic, so I thought I'd write something else to pass time. But, as it turns out I've got ideas to continue this. It's just a write-up following Charles and Moira through the events of First Class.
The auburn-haired woman pulled back abruptly from the kiss and stared down at the man on the wheelchair, her brown eyes widening in betrayal, before going blank, no longer able to see her surroundings for what they were. The telepath had two fingers to his right temple, erasing every memory she had of the past few months they had worked together. Regret and despair were evident on his features as he altered what her mind saw: removing the wide lawns, the surrounding meadow, the sprawling mansion and himself from her vision. Then he planted a thought in her mind; that she needed to leave and get back to her house, before going back to CIA headquarters. The woman complied, knowing that the whispered words in her mind were her own.
As she walked away, a person covered all over with blue fur and with spectacles hurried over to the man on the wheelchair. "Why is she leaving? Did you guys have a fight?" The man shook his head. "No, I erased her memories of us. It's the only way to keep both her and the students safe. It's really best for everyone." The furry Beast, as he was sometimes called, frowned. "What about what's best for you?" He asked. "That doesn't matter," the man murmured. But his broken heart cried out in protest and he allowed a tear to slip down his handsome face.
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