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❝ 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 ❞
⁽ ♡ ⁾ ˚ ༘ → ༄ 𑁦 ̟ ˚ ˚
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𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐎 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑. "Hey you wanted to see me" she said closing the door behind her "precisely" he smiled and picked up a glove box "I haven't actually ever seen those nails" he smirked dropping the box in front of the girl "this was my mothers, shame she never actually used it that often she claimed that the gloves made her hands clammy" he said still looking at the box, looking back at the grateful Cleo he sighed "now I'm going to need you to take off your gloves" he gestured to the leather fabric that covered her hands "Charles when I take these off bad things happen" Cleo tried to explain but the professor just smiled "that's because you let it control you" he explained walking closer to the girl grabbing the box and pulling it open.
"You need to find your anchor" he told the girl who hesitantly took off her gloves, finger by finger the comfort of the leather slipped off her pale skin "what's something you care most about in the world?" the professor asked stepping back. Cleo had never been asked that question before, she didn't know what to think sure she had her parents and her little sister Clementine but Cleo had been so scared of the dangers of her power that she never took the chance to really connect with her family "I- I don't know do taco's count" she laughed even though Charles could tell it wasn't genuine "how bout this" he said stepping closer to the girl "who was the first person you told about your abilities?" he asked "my mother" she responded looking back onto the memory.
