𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

36 - [CX] Cryonaut

C R Y O N A U T
noun [krahy-uh-nawt]

A person whose body has been preserved by the technique of cryonics.

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You decided to avoid acknowledging him ever since he finalised his decision. You couldn't believe he was going ahead with his plan, regardless of you raising the facts of the entire deal and constantly telling him that it was a bad idea.

"Are you still mad at me [y/n]?" Charleds questioned sadly and you got up from your seat and walked over to Hank at the other side of the lounge, "Come on, love. Don't... Don't block me out-"

You sighed and rubbed your head then turned to Hank and smiled forcefully. He glared at you with pity and you rolled your eyes.

"Fine FINE!" You sulked as you walked over to Charles and crossed your arms, "Talk Charles."

He watched you with disbelief, "I talk? Wow... You're the one who's acting unreasonable-"

"Unreasonable?!" You scoffed then shook your head, "Am I the one who's risking my life for s-s-some irresponsible and stupid experimental study Charles? NO I'M NOT!"

He stared at you with complete shock, unable to comment on your attitude. You sucked in a sharp breath and you looked to the floor, "Y-You're going to go away for a long time probably and I-I-I can't-"

He held your hand and kissed its top. You stopped talking and sat on the couch beside him, looking deeply into his eyes. "I told you that this is trustworthy [y/n], I will be alright."

"BUT I WON'T!" You buried your face in your hands and started to cry. He pulled you into a hug and rubbed your back slowly. Charles kissed your cheek then stroked your hair.

"Don't worry about me alright?"

You pulled away and looked at him tearfully, "But I love you Charles, I'm supposed to worry about you."

He rested his forehead against yours and sighed, "Please don't... It hurts me to see you like this."

You moved away and bit your lip, "Ch-Charles don't do it-"

"I have to [y/n/n]," He shook his head slowly, "This is going to help make a breakthrough in scientific discovery and I want to be a part of that."

You clenched your jaw then snatched your hands away from his. You got up suddenly then strutted out of the room towards the kitchen to pour yourself a drink. You suddenly felt the urge to get extremely drunk and wash your worries away.

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You watched from the doorway as they took his vitals and asked him questions. You bit your nails out of being concerned and anxious. They injected him with who knows what kind of substances. He could have an allergic reaction or something and it made you feel very uneasy.

"Miss [y/n]?" One of the researchers called your name and you walked over to him, "Everything seems to be alright, Professor Xavier is healthy enough for the trials."

"Seems?" You raised your eyebrows, "Are you sure that he'd come back exactly the way he is right now?"

The researcher smiled slightly then nodded his head, "You have nothing to worry about, he will be in the best of hands."