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Charles had given into the pressures of his sister to 'live a little'for the evening of the school dance. While it wasn't that he wasn't good at faking social niceties and blending into the crowd so much as he was, as always, worried about his schoolwork. He needed to be the best of the best to go to the schools he had in mind, needed to be able to prove himself a dedicated student not just one when things were convenient. Still, little sisters are devilishly persistent and Charles knows if he stays home he'll probably have to deal with the rest of the family and he still wouldn't get as much done as he liked. So, here he was, without a date-- and awkwardly placed bright yellow flower pinned to the pocket of his black tux, subtly nudging people away from him (mentally of course) while trying to keep an eye out for his sister. He had lost sight of her perhaps ten minutes ago when he had stopped to get a cup, the pressure of the students minds attempting to wedge into his skull and give him (and those around him) quite a headache.

As it stood he knew it was foolish to worry, and there was little that could happen to her at a dance, but he still paced the outer rim of the room. Eyes darting through the crowd, looking for that familiar smile or the shine of her blond hair. It couldn't hurt to check in, perhaps then, he could excuse himself to see if the library was unlocked and finish out the rest of the dance in peace.

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"So formal." She feels like the night has already come and gone. She's just so very exhausted already and it's only the beginning of the night. Maybe when the dance - this dance between the two of them - is over, she'll go home and let him have a little fun here on his own. If he actually wants to have fun. Stodgy old man. Her stodgy old man.

"I can't ignore them forever." Her words are soft, barely audible over the music, but she knows he'll hear her.

"You wanted a dance, didn't you? I figure I ought to give you the best I've got." He murmurs as he turns them just faintly after the third step. Using his ability to once more nudge others out of the way, keeping her in step with a gentle hold and making sure not to make anything too complex.

"You can," He tips his head towards her an intimate sort of gesture as if excluding the rest of the dancers. "We don't need them, it's just you and me Raven, we can take on the world together if we have to."

And that, right there, is just what Raven needs to hear. She slips a little closer and slides her fingers into her hair. She isn't quite pressed up against him, but there isn't that distance between them either. "I can take on anything if it's with you," she whispers.

He's always given her strength, even just by being there. He's her safety net.

"Well, it'll be a challenge to be rid of me, so you don't worry about it." He murmurs as he presses a gentle kiss to the side of her head, holding her close and swaying just a little. "Just... try adn enjoy tonight, Raven, it's supposed to be special and don't let some jerk ruin it for you."

"Not letting you go." She clings a little tighter to him. She doesn't want it to be a challenge to be rid of him because that would mean she'd have to think about him not being around and the idea is just...horrible. Bad. Wrong. He's hers and she has every intention of keeping it that way.

"That's fine," He knows it's probably unhealthy, that they're both more dependent on each other than they should be but he can't find it in himself to change a thing. He needs her as much as she does him, his oldest and closest and... only friend. "Smile a little though, yeah?" He offers gently, pulling back so he can move the hand from her side to her face, upping it a bit and offering his own bright smile to encourage one in her.

Raven smiles at him. Of course she smiles at him. He's probably the only one who she will smile at. Even her small circle of friends - and they are very small - probably wouldn't be able to cheer her up at the moment. She leans in and presses a gentle kiss to his cheek. "For you, I could probably even laugh. ...if you were funny." There's a teasing sort of expression in her eyes.

"Sorry I'm not much of a comedian," He murmurs as he continues their slow dance. He's never been much use at comedy, but so long as she's smiling he can handle her teasing. He doesn't like her to be hurt, but all the same he doesn't know how to handle the boys and how they treat her-- or any girls really. It's an experience he hasn't dealt with much, far too concerned with his studies to occupy himself with dating. He had schoolwork and Raven; two things that took up almost all of his time.

"You're better than any comedian," she promises him. The problem is that she wants a relationship. She wants someone to love and she has one, just not the one she's supposed to have. At least not like that. She has a brother. It's easy to love him. It's easy to want to be with no one but him. And that's the thing. When she tries the hard way, something always goes wrong.

"Though now I'm picturing you in a jester's outfit."

"I hope I at least look good in it." He chimes in, a grin touching his lips as he leans forward to bump his nose against hers. One hand easing around to the small of her back to give her a playful dip. HE worries about Raven at times like this but he doesn't always know what to do to make it better. So instead he just does what he hopes is the right thing for the both of them. "Funny hat and everything."

Warmth floods through her and she clings to him when he dips her. It pulls a laugh from her and it's almost unbelievable to her because ten minutes ago, she was crying. He has that effect on her and she wants to kiss him for it and so she does, pressing her lips to his cheek. "Guess what you're getting for your birthday?" She'll remember. A jester hat for him to wear. With bells.

"I hope you're thinking of a piece of cake," He teases in reply, drawing her close once more. Ignoring the oddity of him dancing as such with his sister. Most he could make forget-- and even if he didn't the lot of them already thought Charles unusual enough. Besides his social reputation was hardly worth watching his sister cry, he would much rather see her smile. Feel the warmth of it in his chest. Giving a little squeeze he cants his head to the side, "Chocolate cake, that it."

Raven laughs a little and shakes her head. "Of course you're getting chocolate cake. That won't be your present. That's just standard. It's what you're getting for your present that you should be thinking about. Worrying over." She loves her brother and she'd do just about anything for him. Especially since he's made her feel a whole lot better about stupid boys. But she also loves teasing him. It makes him smile.

"Oh, see-- when you tell me not to worry, I take that as a clear sign I ought to start worrying." He teases as he turns them, pulling her along with him across the floor in a playful sort of dance. It's a delight to see her smiling again, well worth abandoning his previous desire to hide in the library till the function was over. A soft kiss to her temple as he pauses in his step, however briefly, "You've always been a troublemaker, young miss. I'm onto you."

Raven wrinkles her nose at the 'young miss' comment and she sticks her tongue out at him...precisely acting the age he's accusing her of. "I'm not a young miss, you're just an old fogey." Her face softens and she leans in until she's nuzzling against his cheek. She quiets to a whisper and her voice catches as she says, "But you're my old fogey." Other people might betray her, but she's always known that she can rely on Charles. He's her one constant.

"Yes, so you've told me." He says with a playful little murmur, his fingers giving a light curl against her. Holding her close for a second longer before he finally pulls back. Nose bumping hers as he offers her a bright grin. "How about we get some ice cream?"

Raven lifts her face and kisses his nose since it's just sticking out there and everything. It's safer than kissing any other part of his anatomy that might be closer. "Absolutely. See, now I just think you're trying to spoil me." But she loves being spoiled by him.

"Don't I always?" Perhaps not, but he does put a bit of effort forward to do so every so often. He's a nice guy, or tries to be for her. He's not perfect, he knows that, but he tries.

"And if you ever wonder why I love you, that is the reason." He does spoil her. He makes her want to be a better person. He makes her want to be a person at all instead of just an amalgam of all of the different people she would have mimicked by now. It could have been so easy to never be her own person.

Impulsively, she hugs him tightly and then leans back and plants a chaste kiss on his lips.

If it hadn't been for him, she would have walked out by now and missed the fun.

He's happy to see her happy, even if the people make him uncomfortable and the place is not his thing. He could settle in with her being happy, he could find comfort in having her close even if the others irritate him. Charles doesn't dislike them, honestly, he just finds the pressure of their minds overwhelming. Still Charles is pleased to be with her, pleased to make her happy, please to make her feel the warmth of comfort as she does for him in his bad evenings-- as she had many times before when he could not cope with them. He will do the same, because it has always been them against the world.

Raven tilts her head and rests her forehead against his. "Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve you," she murmurs. She'd been stood up and he could have been anywhere. Talking to one of the girls who all seemed to like him or even gone. But he'd been here for her just when she needed him. A warm feeling filled her heart and she smiled gently.

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