“Plenty of people search for their partner intensely,” Moira said, trying to imagine Charles as a boy, gluing paper stars. “And children often take different roles when they play, that is not unusual.”
Raven shook her head. “It got worse as he grew up and his abilities got stronger. He has this amazing, powerful skill and yet, he couldn't find his missing part. It ate him up inside. I can't even explain how hard he tried to find the connection. And in the end, the failure just...crushed him.” Raven's voice cracked, and she turned to look at the people for a moment, hiding her face.
Moira nodded, and looked in the other way, giving her space to collect herself. Raven took a deep breath. “About a year ago, Charles met someone. He was charming, and a powerful player in our circles. He swept Charles off his feet, and Charles was sure that he had finally found his partner. He convinced himself that this man was the one, and when a omega class telepath starts to delude himself, the result is horrendous.”
“The false bond.”
“Yes,” Raven said. “The situation went on for months. The bastard did every rotten thing imaginable, and Charles accepted it all, thanked him and asked for more. I think Charles knew it was a false bond, but he hold on to it, kept sucked in deeper and deeper. Everyone thought they were the 'perfect match'. It was perfect alright,” Raven said, her hands squeezing into fists. “It was an inch away from a perfect murder.”
“The man poisoned him, didn't he?” Moira said, connecting the dots about the dinner and Raven's upset over the water-glass. “He fed him something.”
“Yes. He disguised some type of design hallucinogen as vitamin supplement. For someone with Charles' abilities, even a tiny amount can cause a serious damage. We didn't know what happened at the time. And I'm sorry that I accused you doing the same. That situation brought back some bad memories.”
“No need to apologize. So what happened? Charles looked fine now.”
“Sort of. He ended up in the hospital. He was in bad shape, both physically and emotionally. It took him a lot of time to get back to his feet,” Raven said. Moira took the second juice box, opened the straw and pushed it through, handing it to Raven without a word. She nodded and took it. Moira thought about Raven's explanation.
“Charles is still healing from the false bond, and you fear that Erik is yet an another false one that Charles wants to believe in, because it's too hard for him to be alone. Did I get it right?” Moira asked, looking at Raven as she took a careful sip of the juice.
“Yes, that's the bottom line. Do you blame me? For thinking that?”
“No. Actually, it makes perfect sense. Except for one little detail.”
“What is that?”
“Erik has a Broken Heart Syndrome.”
Raven stared at Moira in stunned silence. “Holy shit. Does Charles know this?”
“Erik told him at the dinner, and that was the real reason why he fainted,” Moira said. “Maybe you know this, but false bonding is a death sentence for someone with the Syndrome. I've only met your brother once, but I don't think killing someone would ease his loneliness one bit. Do you?”
“The Syndrome,” Raven repeated, astonished. “That could explain why Charles couldn't find him all this time, no matter what he tried. Holy shit! This is the real deal?”
“Looks like it.”
They sat in silence for a long while, and Moira finished her juice, waiting to see how it would hold today. It didn't feel too bad.
“You do understand that I'm going to discuss all of this with my husband?”
“Yes, of course,” Raven muttered, still looking baffled.
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Into His Arms, 14/?
Date: 2012-01-22 08:49 pm (UTC)Raven shook her head. “It got worse as he grew up and his abilities got stronger. He has this amazing, powerful skill and yet, he couldn't find his missing part. It ate him up inside. I can't even explain how hard he tried to find the connection. And in the end, the failure just...crushed him.” Raven's voice cracked, and she turned to look at the people for a moment, hiding her face.
Moira nodded, and looked in the other way, giving her space to collect herself. Raven took a deep breath. “About a year ago, Charles met someone. He was charming, and a powerful player in our circles. He swept Charles off his feet, and Charles was sure that he had finally found his partner. He convinced himself that this man was the one, and when a omega class telepath starts to delude himself, the result is horrendous.”
“The false bond.”
“Yes,” Raven said. “The situation went on for months. The bastard did every rotten thing imaginable, and Charles accepted it all, thanked him and asked for more. I think Charles knew it was a false bond, but he hold on to it, kept sucked in deeper and deeper. Everyone thought they were the 'perfect match'. It was perfect alright,” Raven said, her hands squeezing into fists. “It was an inch away from a perfect murder.”
“The man poisoned him, didn't he?” Moira said, connecting the dots about the dinner and Raven's upset over the water-glass. “He fed him something.”
“Yes. He disguised some type of design hallucinogen as vitamin supplement. For someone with Charles' abilities, even a tiny amount can cause a serious damage. We didn't know what happened at the time. And I'm sorry that I accused you doing the same. That situation brought back some bad memories.”
“No need to apologize. So what happened? Charles looked fine now.”
“Sort of. He ended up in the hospital. He was in bad shape, both physically and emotionally. It took him a lot of time to get back to his feet,” Raven said. Moira took the second juice box, opened the straw and pushed it through, handing it to Raven without a word. She nodded and took it. Moira thought about Raven's explanation.
“Charles is still healing from the false bond, and you fear that Erik is yet an another false one that Charles wants to believe in, because it's too hard for him to be alone. Did I get it right?” Moira asked, looking at Raven as she took a careful sip of the juice.
“Yes, that's the bottom line. Do you blame me? For thinking that?”
“No. Actually, it makes perfect sense. Except for one little detail.”
“What is that?”
“Erik has a Broken Heart Syndrome.”
Raven stared at Moira in stunned silence. “Holy shit. Does Charles know this?”
“Erik told him at the dinner, and that was the real reason why he fainted,” Moira said. “Maybe you know this, but false bonding is a death sentence for someone with the Syndrome. I've only met your brother once, but I don't think killing someone would ease his loneliness one bit. Do you?”
“The Syndrome,” Raven repeated, astonished. “That could explain why Charles couldn't find him all this time, no matter what he tried. Holy shit! This is the real deal?”
“Looks like it.”
They sat in silence for a long while, and Moira finished her juice, waiting to see how it would hold today. It didn't feel too bad.
“You do understand that I'm going to discuss all of this with my husband?”
“Yes, of course,” Raven muttered, still looking baffled.