Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

Athelstan Wilder (whereareyoulord) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-26 19:42:00

Who: Athelstan and Logan
What: A kitchen encounter
When: 7/25
Where: Logan/Velma/Eli's kitchen
Rating: PG for Logan. He gets his own warning.
Status: Complete!



Athelstan had spent the night - well, day - in Eli’s basement, though he’d taken the couch after Eli had fallen asleep. When he awoke, he was more than a little hungry, and Eli had told him it was all right to go upstairs and forage.

He shrugged a shirt back on, padding upstairs in his jeans and undershirt. He looked around for the kitchen, turning toward it when he saw the refrigerator, and froze.

Logan lifted the beer to his mouth and took a sip. He was wearing pajama bottoms and little else, and he was looking at Athelstan with narrowed eyes. Like the only thing between Athelstan and a gorey death was that beer in Logan's hand.

He sniffed, searching for a certain kind of scent.

The most they’d done was kiss. Luckily. Athelstan managed a terrified smile. “H - hello. I’m sorry to intrude.” Well, it wasn’t like he was really intruding on anything. But it was what you said when your girlfriend’s terrifying father was in front of you.

"Huh. Right." The Look Logan gave him was the sort of look that was a cross between 'I'm watching you' and 'you are really damn lucky right now.'

He finished his beer and stepped away from the fridge. Logan might be enjoying this way too much.

Athelstan debated fleeing in terror, but something made him bold. “Eli said it was all right to ... to get some food. May I?” He did have Eli on his side, at least.

Logan looked at him again, and then nodded towards the fridge. “Help yourself.” He grabbed another beer, then pulled down a bowl and poured himself some cheerios. Followed by pouring some beer into the bowl to go with the cheerios.

Athelstan blinked, unable to stop himself from asking. “Is that ... beer?”

“Yep.” He took a bite and chewed.

He tried to ignore it, going to the refrigerator and finding the makings of a sandwich. And water. Even if he’d wanted a beer, he’d figured it was best to avoid that. “I hope I’m not ... unwelcome. Eli invited me over, and your lady friend said I could sleep on the couch.” Yes. Make it clear that he slept on the couch, and not with Eli. “Do you put beer in everything?”

“Yep,” Logan replied gruffly, looking up at Athelstan and smirking. “Vel did, did she?” Someone might be in trouble. Only not really.

“I - yes. On the couch.” Which he had. He felt an absurd impulse to offer to show the man. “I promised.” He closed his eyes for a second. “Eli and I just ... read books. And we played a video game for most of the time until she went to sleep.”

“Don’t smell like you’re lying,” Logan said. he lifted the bowl to drink the rest of the cheerios and the beer, then wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Sit.” He pointed at the chair across from him. Conveniently, the sun was shining right on that spot like a spotlight.

“Smell?” Athelstan echoed. He obediently sat with his sandwich, feeling gangly and exposed. At least he’d put a shirt on.

“Smell. My senses are enhanced. Hearin’, smellin’, touch, sight. Everything.” He grinned at him. “Like a bloodhound.” He leaned forward. “She loves you. A whole lot. Everythin’ about her lights up like a Christmas tree when she’s talkin’ about you. So if you let her down, she’s goin’ to fall an’ she’s goin’ to fall hard.”

Athelstan’s first instinct was to blush and smile. “She’d said it at the hospital, but I thought she just ... because it was the hospital.” But he believed this man. “I don’t ever intend to hurt her in any way, sir. Any way. I know what she is and I don’t care.”

"Which is a good thing." Logan pointed at him. "Even if at some point, she could lose control? Hurt you? Hurt someone else? You willin' to accept that risk?"

Athelstan chose his words carefully. “Sir, there would only be one reason that she would lose control - well, two. If someone she cared for were in danger, or if she hadn’t gotten any blood.” He looked up at Eli’s father. “I know that as long as you live, you won’t allow her to go without blood. She told me a bit about you - though she didn’t tell me about your, um, senses. And if someone she cared for was in danger, she would kill our attackers, not us.”

Logan nodded his head. He knew he had to put some contingencies in place - talk to Laura. He kept some blood on tap for Eli as well, for when he wasn't around. But he'd feel better if Laura would be willing to help out on occasion, if he had to go out of town.

“I’m sure no one is good enough for her, in your mind, but at least I understand what’s what.” Athelstan said, surprised at his own boldness. “And, with all due respect, Eli has a formidable will of her own.”

“No, no one is good enough for her,” Logan admitted. “An’ she does have a formidable will... an’ really effective puppy eyes.” It was annoying sometimes. It’s why they had 3 wolf pups and a puppy.

He couldn’t help but smile shamefacedly. “That certainly is true.” Athelstan took a breath. “Is there anything you’d like to ask me, sir?” It was really the least he could do. He should have done it before now, even.

Logan got up, and put his bowl in the sink. He walked over to Athelstan and clapped him on the back. “For all that she likes wearin’ girly shit, she’s still the one wearin’ the pants. Good luck, kid.”

Athelstan raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry?” Was he trying to get a reaction? He liked to think that Eli and himself were equals.

“Stronger willed always wears the pants, otherwise you just butt heads, argue a lot, an’ have really fantastic sex.” Logan laughed, and headed out of the kitchen.

“If that happens,” Athelstan managed, “I’ll do my best to make sure you and Ms. Velma don’t hear it.”