James "Logan" Howlett (snikt) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2016-04-08 12:00:00 |
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There was a smile on Logan's face while he sat atop the firehouse's roof waiting for Evie. He was giddy, more than he should have been for a simple sparring session with the assassin. But there he was with butterflies in his stomach. It was ridiculous in his head, a soldier like him shouldn't have felt such things but whenever he was around her he did. It reminded him of how he felt around Jean, and how after her death he was sure that he wouldn't feel that way again about anyone. But given time, and apparently being kidnapped to this world he did. He kept his cool though, cigar in between his teeth as let the smoke rise into the evening sky. he was sitting on the ledge, feet dangling over the side of the building. He looked out over the streets around him, nearly empty except for a few of the city's automatons roaming about. It looked almost normal, and peaceful - the exact opposite of just a few days ago when monstrous creatures came forth from the forest. It was the way of this world, and Logan was used to it. Adapt or die, that was how things worked in this place. "Good night for a spar, dontcha think?" He asked when he realized that Evie had joined him on the roof. She was stealthy, but his sense of smell gave him a one up. It was dull here, but not dead. "Or to work on your balance," he joked when he turned to face her. |