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Post by Mystique on Jul 13, 2008 23:47:11 GMT -5
She nodded, and handed the book over. Though she couldn't feel his hand, she knew he could touch things, and set the book down where his hand was. "Did you read this one before? Mom always says I'm like you when I read books."
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Post by The Man on Jul 13, 2008 23:48:54 GMT -5
::Xavier yearned to hold his daughter in his arms, to feel her warm flesh beneath his fingers. But it was a small price to pay to be able to see her grow. Picking up the book, he skimmed through it; it had been years.:: "I read it more than once; literature one semester had a speculative fiction focus, and then I read a dozen reports on it, as well."
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Post by Mystique on Jul 13, 2008 23:53:12 GMT -5
Abigail smiled at that, her pearly teeth shining. "Did you like it?" She asked curiously. A lot of her memories when she was little, she saw him with a book. But even though she was too old for it, she missed when he would stop in the afternoon and play with her. Dolls, playing school or a tea party. She was too old for it, but those were fun days to think about.
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Post by The Man on Jul 13, 2008 23:55:28 GMT -5
"To an extent. I admired the intricacies of Tolkein's writing, although I was never a particular fan of fantasy writing," ::Xavier replied. With that, he closed the book, and gently set it down. Her memories reached his thoughts, and relived them with clarity; he yearned for being able to interact with her in a way that would not lead to psychological testing if mentioned to another.::
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Post by Mystique on Jul 13, 2008 23:56:53 GMT -5
"I'll see if I feel the same," Abigail said, though he always gave her complicated answers. "What did you do today?"
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Post by The Man on Jul 14, 2008 0:00:57 GMT -5
::Xavier's expression became momentarily serious, almost sorrowful, but he caught himself. Truly these were burdens best kept to himself; Abigail had a complicated adolescence enough, without having to absorb his unfulfilled desires.:: "I watched the students go about their day. And I put the library in order, as nobody else has in three days."
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Post by Mystique on Jul 14, 2008 0:04:16 GMT -5
Abigail smiled again. "You were always neat, Daddy," She said, almost proudly. That was one thing she remembered best, with him always careful of her getting crumbs everywhere or stains on her shirts or tracking mud on the floor.
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Post by The Man on Jul 14, 2008 0:08:40 GMT -5
::A genuine half-smile touched Xavier's lips at the comment. He found everything about her, her way of speaking, her mannerisms, her hair which was Raven's human form and her eyes which belonged to a long line of Xaviers, endearing.:: "I hope that is not the only trait of mine you remember."
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Post by Mystique on Jul 14, 2008 0:12:30 GMT -5
Abigail shook her head back and forth immediately. "Of course not," She said, smiling. She looked at the bench nearby and went to sit down; she was tired, after all. And her Dad could sit with her. "I remember how you spoiled me all the time," She told him. She had gotten a pony for her fifth birthday, after all. "And you were always nice to everyone, no matter what."
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Post by The Man on Jul 14, 2008 0:14:22 GMT -5
::Xavier immediately chimed in to his defense on the so-called spoiling. His X-Men and Raven both had accused him of spoling her, but he had never viewed it as such. He was generous.:: "I did not spoil you; I simply wanted you to have a happy childhood."
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Post by Mystique on Jul 14, 2008 0:18:22 GMT -5
She smiled. "I did, Daddy." She had had a great childhood, though now she considered herself an almost adult. That was what Uncle Scott called it, on her birthday. "And I want to thank you for that."
More than anything else in the world, she wanted to hug her Daddy again, right in this moment.
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Post by The Man on Jul 14, 2008 12:51:17 GMT -5
"That is what fathers are for," ::Xavier told her, and he had done that because he loved her. Although not the first of his children, she was his own, and he loved her with all his heart.:: "Your mother has control of your trust fund, but tell her you can have your own car on your sixteenth birthday; I know I am getting ahead of myself."
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Post by Mystique on Jul 14, 2008 13:48:00 GMT -5
Abigail giggled, as though driving was much too far ahead to even think about. "I'll tell her, Daddy," She promised him. "She told me that she was gonna teach me herself how to drive."
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Post by The Man on Jul 14, 2008 22:22:04 GMT -5
"That is better than learning from Uncle Pietro," ::Xavier replied. He was a firm believer in learning to drive through family, rather than formal driver's eduction, although that was likely a mentality derived from operating his own school.::
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Post by Mystique on Jul 14, 2008 22:27:16 GMT -5
Abigail's eyes saddened. "Mommy used to say that you'd be the one to teach me, since you taught some of the students." But she didn't say that anymore.
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