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[ Charles is standing in a field. Behind him - in a distance is a house that is his in Westchester in 1962. It's quiet here, and he is enjoying the quiet, though he definitely wasn't expecting it. Last he recalled, he was dripping wet and standing aboard a CIA ship. This was a pleasant surprise, and he was mostly aware that it was a dream. He let his hands slip into his pockets as he took to the quiet grounds.

It is bright outside, cloud free. He looks up, a smile spread across his lips. He thinks of Raven, and how much she might enjoy a few moments here with him. Then he thinks of those CIA agents that he had just met. The clouds change just a little bit when his thoughts change, briefly darkening. The smile fades, just a little, and is replaced with curiosity and a bit of concern.

He turns on a heel and looks around. He's never had a dream be so vivid. ]

[[ ooc; yaaaaaay. finally first posting. Also! permissions posts are good for telepaths. You can also note here on yes or no on mind-reading. :) ]]

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[Erik lifted his brows, the expression unclear whether he was agreeing or challenging the assertion. His gaze shifted back to the house and he gestured toward it.]

Are you going to tour me?

If you'd like.

[ Charles steps towards the house. ] Follow me.

[Erik nodded once and fell in step beside Charles, following him to the mansion.]

[ And Charles showed him towards the house. Opening the door and letting Erik step inside first.]

And this is what you dream of? [There was faint undercurrent of derision in his voice, though if anything, it was to hide a deep understanding of the longing for home.]

At times. [ Charles never found home to be the best place. He preferred traveling. He would have thought he'd dream of places he had visited or valued - like his school. Home held only those memories of his family. ]

I see. [It felt a little odd to Erik, considering how dark his dreams often were.]

I prefer other places. Home is home. That's all it is. [ Half-smile. ] A bit too quiet for my taste.

I haven't had a home in almost twenty years.

I know, Erik.

[He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked off. It was still terribly odd to be so intimately known by a veritable stranger.]

You'll get used to it around me.

I'd rather you stay out of my head.

I can respect that.

I hope so.