Ceceylla Darlin Kane; Spirit Speaker (spirit_speaker) wrote in themarvelverse, @ 2020-08-23 18:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | ceceylla kane, logan howlett |
Who: Logan, and Ceceylla Kane
Setting: North Salem, NY
When: Before Logan headed to Africa
What: Worrying. Talking. And Looking out into the vast desert
Where: Starts out in the war room, then moves to the garage.
Status: Complete/Reposting
Logan had a cigar in his mouth, puffing it, in the war room. Xavier was still in a coma and some of the team went to find a floating pyramid, in hopes of finding some of the missing x-men. He wasn't sure what else to do but simply wait. He looked at all the screens on the one large screen. His clone daughter x-23, was with him. She has been with him for years, and only now he was getting used to being a father. He heard the slide open, and judging by her scent; it was a familiar team member. "Hey, doll. Can't sleep?”
spirit_speaker
The blonde English woman quietly entered the war room. She had never been a great sleeper, and by habit roamed the grounds at night when most people were sleeping. It was quieter then, more peaceful. The mutant had been at Xavier’s school since she’d been sixteen. Her life previously had revolved around a steadily fracturing relationship with her father, ever since her mother was killed, in London when Ceceylla was just four years old. About five months after her sixteenth birthday, in September, Mr. Kane finally broke down and set the girl to Xaviers. Ceceylla always felt it’d been her father shipping her away.. Being done with her. But in reality, he couldn’t help her anymore and he recognized that she needed to be with her own kind. She’d always noted how her father treated her differently, and thus her assumptions had been, that he too was afraid of her. With how angry the girl had been though, broke the man and he hadn’t contacted her since. Smiling as she entered, “Naw, just sorting through my thoughts. .. What about you? Can’t sleep neither?”
thebestthereis
Logan caught her scent again, as the woman swiftly but quietly entered the room. He found it soothing. Her English accent was intoxicating. Every time she walked into the room, he was soothed. "Nah. Can't sleep a damn wink. Remy is gone, so is the winged kid. The group has gone to follow a lead, but they haven't gotten back yet. Scott is withumm and so is Laura." X-23. He didn't even see her as his clone anymore. He legally adopted her, but that was just for legal purposes. She was his daughter. HIS little girl. He never saw himself as a dad until she came into his life.
He remembered when she got to school, she was just a kid then, and he was.. well, he was a little bit more savage. More grumpy. Now Ceceylla was a fully grown woman. She was a woman in every sense of the word, and since he now worked with this woman; he’d started to feel something for her. He didn't even know if it was the right thing. "what’s got you up?” Logan asked as he took the cigar out. He forgot his manners and put the cigar out with his hand hissing at the slight pain.
spirit_speaker
“Our missing .. People. Remy .. Angel.. .. Our home is full of fear and worry. I can sense all of it, from our kids.. The team.” Looking him softly in the eyes then. “I can sense it from everyone.” She of course directed that statement, about him. A way of saying she knew he was torn about the events of late. Without saying, or rather categorizing him, as somewhat of a worry-wart. The woman had watched him with his daughter; he was a good man, deep down. He loved, worried, and felt, deeply. Despite the show, he gave, when interacting with people. The woman knew he was worried about Laura on the current mission.
Ceceylla watched as he put the cigar out, a slight frown coming to her features. He didn’t have to put it out, she didn’t actually mind. .. In fact, she’d come to enjoy the smell of it, if only because it reminded of him. Ever since she moved to North Salem the English young woman had a crush on Logan. It formed out of the many similarities that she found within herself, and reflected back in Logan’s personality and habits. At some point, though she’d let go of silly teenage angst and desire, and moved on from those feelings. Which involved isolating herself from being around him. But many years now she’d worked with the adult X-Men. She was twenty-nine, and gazing back and think she’d been at the school for thirteen years. It seemed too surreal.
“Laura is going to be alright. You know that-- She’s strong. And has taken that from you. To be strong.” She spoke, Ceceylla hadn’t even read him, she knew his body language; had studied it for years.
It was instinct then that moved her to his side, hand reaching for his. Ceceylla’s mutation was unique, compared to other mutants, with mental power. Sure yes, she had the telepathy and telekinesis, that others shared. Her empathy seemed, at least to herself, that it was stronger than most. But.. it made sense since her, since her, particular ability seemed to hinge on sight and manipulation of life energies. Those in this physical realm, and those that are hidden beyond the veil. Spirit Speaker wasn’ some nifty pun .. it was literal.
She saw the aura of living and dead. She had seen ghosts her entire life, even spent time in English hospitals until the staff and her father realized it wasn’t schizophrenia but rather mutation. And after eight of nine months, her father arranged her move to New York. -- The case being that Ceceylla dealt with life energies; not just any energy, but the energy that forged existence, the universe, and earth with all her habitants. She had learned the ability to manipulate, or rather, using intention to-- manifest results. This was the way she healed those around her. The only downfall was that she had to be physically touching the person. This was simply because she had to have direct contact to exchange energy from within herself and source it through the hurt parties’ natural light body, chakra, system.
The actual downfall was that whatever she healed others in this way, the woman felt it in her own energy body. She doesn’t look hurt or sick when she does this; which is probably why her fellow X-Men didn’t give her grief for doing it. Others with mental skill could detect it unless she had active shields, which was actually often. A factor that influenced her often overloads of power use. Before Xavier went into his coma, he was trying to work with her, to value her safety first and not drain herself for the sake of others. After all, you can’t help others if you are out of the fight. It was just hard, seeing ghosts all her life conditioned her to value the living; also to take action to keep others from horrible fates. Thus she thought of others first, and foremost.
thebestthereis
Logan looked back at her, as she approached him taking his hand in hers.
"I know she is ok. I just don't want this life for her. She needed to be a normal kid. with normal worries." He sighed but now he was not tense as much anymore. thanks to Ceceylla. Logan tried to avoid her gaze trying to push back the feelings he was now starting to notice for her. He started looking at the screens again.
spirit_speaker
Her fingers lightly grazing his skin as she took his hand, and then began to gently direct the appropriate energies into the area of the burn, (regardless of his own unique regenerative power.) it was her habit to act immediately. Which often resulted in her not, -- one hundred percent, applying logic to her actions.
thebestthereis
He felt her hand touch his hands. He was trying to hold it back but he did like the feeling. He enjoyed feeling her touch her skin against his. Logan felt he needed to suppress any romantic feelings.
"I ain't too fond of Gumbo missing. But I know he can watch his back. Angel on the other hand. He is a good kid. He used his own family money and donated it to the school and stuff."
Finally, he needed to change the subject.
"So you have been getting better control over your telekinesis and telepathy huh? You have been kicking ass in the danger room according to beasts records." Logan finally stood straight up from the counter.
"Ya know you shouldn't be caring the world on your shoulders right? We’re mutants. We are always going to be afraid of tomorrow."
spirit_speaker
Ceceylla had difficulty believing in herself. Most of it had links to her childhood, the mental hospital, and feeling her father abandoned her. So when Logan commented about her control and danger room records, the woman sort of shrugged. Not yet letting go of his hand. “Yeah-- we are mutants. We chosen few- Or fated, have the ability to make a difference. I feel the misery of everyone around me. It’s so much stronger at a collective level than, joy -- happiness, hope. I can’t not, feel it. Thus regardless of myself. If I can do something to make those differences. Then, I’m going to .. I have to!” she finished, as she let go of his hand, letting hers drop down to her side.
thebestthereis
“Then, I’m going to. .. I have to!”
She was strong. She was always ready for a fight. That much he knew. There was something about her that drew him in. "You're not lying..." He took her hand this time. "Ya know if you ever needed something. You could always ask me." He didn't let go. "Ya wanna go to a local dive? I know a place we can go to and talk."
spirit_speaker
A faint smile crossed her features when he asked her if she wanted to go someplace, to talk. She didn’t think anything out of the norm by it. Nor him taking her hand in his. She had thought upon her feelings for him, in quite some time. Nodding. “Ayy.. that’d be nice. Just let me go dress in something more appropriate for being around other people.” She chuckled. The woman was simply wearing pajama bottoms and a light-colored teeshirt, with slippers. She preferred to be comfortable, especially when it was less likely that many people would see her during her nightly wanderings.
thebestthereis
Logan waited for her in the garage with the motorcycle starting. with a soft rumble. He didn't know why but it felt good. Jean was happy with Scott, he needed to stop getting in their way. He needed to move on. But did he want to move on with Ceceylla? She did give him peace. She did calm him… He just didn't know why she soothed him so much.
spirit_speaker
The woman quietly headed to her quarters.. Bedroom. Changing into something simple; faded blue jeans and a colored blouse that buttoned up in the front. Grabbing her trusty jean jacket, which she’d originally worn on the way to Xaviers from her home in Liverpool, after putting on a pair of boots. Something fitted after a combat boot but with stylish designs for someone wearing it for everyday attire. Then she headed to the garage seeing him on his bike she asked side handly, “You’re driving then?”
thebestthereis
Logan revved the bike and smiled at her. "Well, I hear that you can ride a bike." He smirked. He revved the bike even more. "You can drive there if you want, Darlin." He was slowly about to get up to let her sit.
spirit_speaker
It was true, Ceceylla did know how to ride. She learned young; inspired by her mother’s love of bikes. When she left home her father allowed the girl to take her mothers. Which if Ceceylla thought about it. That act alone should have told her that he was done with her. Ceceylla was very insightful when it came to other people, and problems needing solving. But when it was concerning individuals directly interacting within her field of self-reflection, the woman was at a loss. Too emotional.. Was something her father always said she was. It was true she couldn’t get past her emotions. She wasn’t a logical being. Her emotions dwelled deep and determined every action of hers.
Shaking her head. “Naw, I don’t know where we are going.. “ She added then, “Maybe next time.” Then she got behind him on the bike, wrapping her hands loosely around his waist.
thebestthereis
Logan revved the bike and started to go down the road. He sped carefully but something about her touching him on the waist-- the smell of her perfume. It hit his nose differently. His enhanced senses took in the intoxicating scent. He had to close his eyes enjoying it. He got so lost in everything that was Ceceylla. They finally pulled into town and Logan parked just near a bar. "we’re here darlin. Hope this dive bar is your liking."