[closed] weary and worn little monster is born

[cerebral]

Who: Charles Xavier & Irene Adler.
What: Let's have dinner.
Where:  The Witching Hour, East Gidd.
When: Misdi evening.
Notes: None yet.
Warnings: ...probably.

It had been several days since Erik had woken up, which meant that, finally, Charles had allowed himself to rest --at least to the best of his ability. The previous weeks still haunted him in terrible ways, but everyone was dealing with something, and so he tucked it away along with every other concern or feeling he didn't want to announce. Life goes on.

And he had promised a friend dinner. So he chose somewhere with good food, a great wine list and an indulgent but quiet atmosphere in order to toast shaky victories in a way that required as little effort as possible.

He's standing in the lounge area, which once was and still serves as a library room part-time, examining the spines of old books as he waits for Irene to arrive.