houseofsushi | kurt wagner [nightcrawler] ❧ xmu (open post)

[Waking up in Quentin's bed had been a shock in and of itself, but doing so in the nude and by himself was simply the cherry on top at this point.

He drew one hand up to his head, scrubbing over his face then lingering to absently rub his right temple, the hazy memories of the night before slowly coming back. Wait, had he and Quentin actually--? Being naked didn't necessarily mean sex had happened, though he scrambled to his feet anyway, clutching the sheet around his waist while hunting for the nearest thing he could use to check himself out, which just so happened to be the window. He stopped halfway past it, turned to face his reflection and slapped a hand over his mouth.

Holy shit.

The sides of his neck, down to his collarbone are littered with small bite-marks and bruises, things that had obviously been made by another person. He sunk his teeth into his knuckle then tossed his cover back onto the bed, rushing around to gather his discarded clothes to get re-dressed. He was a bit achy and wanted a shower, but after sneaking a peek at his phone, the display reminded him that it's lunchtime and that sounds a little more satisfying to him.

So, with his leggings and pullover back in place, he yanked the hood over his head (a poor attempt at hiding his mottled neck) and hurried his way down to the dining hall to collect food. Something simple such as fruit and yogurt with granola, considering the slight queasiness he'd been feeling. He spared a glance around the hall after getting in, chewing at his lower lip in an almost frantic manner before moving to drop himself into a seat where there were far less people than normal.

He hadn't spotted the telepath, except maybe - just maybe - that was a good thing, for the moment.]

Edited 2017-03-27 06:05 (UTC)

[ In all the time that he and Kurt have known each other, Matthew's never texted him after midnight. He's a boy with an irregular family but a very regular sleeping schedule, one that sees him sprawled his bed and deep asleep well before the wee morning hours. So when Matthew texts Kurt at 3:40am-- ]

can u come over when u get this?

[ --it can only mean that something very abnormal has occurred.

In this case, Matthew almost died. Less than six hours ago, in fact, on the floor of Declan's Alexandria apartment. As much as he wants to sleep, to forget about it for a while, he can all but hear the demon's voice buzzing in his head, and feel the black void of nothingness eating away at him, taking him apart, trying to break him down into non-existence. A shudder courses through him at the memory. Sleep is impossible. He stares at the screen of his phone and hugs his knees closer to his chest in the darkness of his new bedroom, uncertain but hoping that maybe Kurt is awake for some reason, that he'll be free to show up, to talk, to just-- be here. ]

It's his turn to sleep, but Kurt can't seem to keep his eyes closed for longer than fifteen minutes at a time. They'd discovered earlier that his cast would be removed and he was allowed to walk again, which gave them some semblance of freedom.

Throk being out of the room for the night helped reassure his excitement that they could rest easy for now.

Stretching out along the length of his bedroll, the cobalt-skinned boy reaches with fingers and toes then bends his legs, wrapping both arms around his knees with a content sounding huff. "It feels fantastic to be able to do that," he admits, rolling onto his side to face Billy with a lopsided grin on his face and his chin in his palm. "Sorry. Having trouble sleeping, I guess."

His head absently tilts as he watches his companion, an eyebrow lifted with inquisitiveness. "I hope I'm not prying by asking this, but why does Throk have to administer that medicine to you? I mean," a pause, a brief wrinkle of the nose then he shakes his head. "What sort of powers is he trying to prevent you from using?"

[These school 'breaks' are still somewhat new to him, taking into account that he hasn't been at Xavier's all that long. He has to admit, though, getting to look away from books for a decent period of time feels good after all the studying that's been coupled with their training.

Jubilee's already planned a girl's night for herself, Jean and Ororo, Peter's off to visit his mom, and surely, Scott has arrangements with one of the other students-- at least, he feels like it's safe to assume that. Then again, what if he isn't busy? Making plans is still something he seems to struggle with, regardless of friends telling him that hanging out with a blue guy is rad; the compliment never ceases to amuse him. (Or fluster him, for that matter.)

It takes until they're released from their last class for him to gather the courage, but they exit and Kurt wastes no time darting between other mutants.

As soon as he spots him, Kurt inhales a breath, holds it, then raises a hand to wave down the other teen.] Scott, hey! [he beckons, hoping not to sound overzealous.]

[Everything that had led up to this point felt like Kurt's fault. The Professor and Mystique told him otherwise, but the whole reason Peter'd gotten caught was because of the boy blue's mishap-- his inability to give correct directions, despite the jam in their communicators.

Hank eased his conscious by reminding him it wasn't his fault the trackers on their suits had malfunctioned, led the enemy right to them before he could give a proper warning. Still, volunteering to break in and get the speedster out was the right thing to do. That, and he's almost positive that he is the only one with the mutation to do so.

The building is guarded (not as much as it probably should be) and it's dark, so using his lesser honed skill of shadow-blending will certainly be different; a task that he's all too willing to take on.

Slithering past the first set of guards with his wallcrawling technique seems like a piece of cake, but as he approaches the next room, he immediately understands why: more watchmen, at least half a dozen that he's either going to have to take out single-handedly or attempt to find another way around. Unfortunately, the former is turning out to be the most likely scenario and if that's so, it'll take him more than just a few minutes.

For both the sake of the guardsman and Peter, he hopes he can handle everything within twenty.]

[Through the first two days of Christmas vacation, Kurt putters away most of his time with the image inducer, given to him by Hank as a gift. Something to try out, his fellow blue mutant had told him. When he finally decides on the perfect disguise (because that's technically what it is) seems like happenstance the time he decides to call Matthew up.

The pale boy looking back at him in the mirror waits patiently, pastel green eyes blinking with curiosity before flashing to a deep blue. Yellow to red is what his normal eyes had done behind the camouflage, though. There were so many fine details he'd tweaked on this thing; it's extraordinary for him to imagine what else it could do.]

Pick up, please, [he urges gently into the receiver.

He's done his best to contain the excitement, but he can no longer resist telling someone-- especially one of the people that's most important to him.]

[Back in Germany, the first snowfall of the year might have been different in a location like the fight club. There's a minute where he silently thanks Raven again for the rescue, bringing him to this school where he's met so many others like himself.

He holds out a tri-fingered hand, watches tiny snowflakes drift softly into his palm. Steam curls out past his blue lips, floating off into the darkness of the night outside the campus. As much as he'd like to go into town and view the lights or bob and weave between strangers to find that perfect gift, he's aware that might not be the best idea with the snowfall beginning to quicken its pace.

So, instead, Kurt pivots on his heel, rubbing his shoulders for warmth as he heads back inside. He starts down the hall toward the kitchen, only hesitating when he spots Eddie from his peripheral. Immediately, his mood perks, posture straightening and tail flicking with excitement.]

Eddie! [the blue boy calls out, bamfing over to his friend, falling into step beside him.] What are you up to? [A grin.] Have any important plans?

[ooc: continued from here.]

wow, okay, that wasn't what i had in mind, but you do you, i suppose?
stealing is definitely not in my repertoire.

[...that isn't quite the magic he had in mind, but it's fine.]

and they shouldn't have to, really.

uhm, none of those? i use my words, unless it comes to blows.
which i usually avoid, too, but there have been times.
i won't get into them, though, or we'd be here a while.

[he's not exactly following, but does it count if it's happened before they met?]

spooky high? never heard of it. the school i go to is xavier's school for gifted youngsters.
ten am on a weekend, then. how about this coming one?

i mean, i wouldn't say no to twister, but are you flexible? if you aren't, i feel like the game won't be all that fair.

that awkward morning after [@futurephoenix]

no subject

a little bonding time [@crimsonwiccan]

pieces of memories fall to the ground [@concussives]

eat your heart out then seal it with a kiss; [@maximumtakeoff]

an angel has smiled at me, kissed my cheek without a trace of fright [@dreamkid]

be still and know that i'm with you; [@losvers]

and everything burns; [@fuckingburned]