Eli likes puzzles. (dashdotdash) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-04-06 23:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, eli, logan howlett (wolverine) |
Who: Eli and Logan Howlett.
What: Showing him her new face.
When: Right after the face change plot started, 4/2ish.
Where: Logan's house.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for Logan's mouth.
Status: Complete!
She felt like she had to tell him. It would be obvious the next time she came to feed that Papa’s little girl wasn’t looking quite as little anymore. Nervously, she let herself into the house, calling out.
“Papa?” Her voice sounded the same, just shaky with anxiousness.
Logan sniffed. Eli smelled distressed, and she also smelled a little different. He came out of the back room and stopped. “...shit.”
She was wearing a dress that had always been a little big on her because it was the only one that fit anymore. Biting her lower lip, she laughed when he swore. “It was a surprise to me as well, I swear.”
“You ain’t the only one,” he admitted. He’d spent a few hours talking Kitty down out of her tree earlier. He came closer. “...how are you feelin’?” He wondered how wide-spread this even was. He hadn’t expected it to keep hitting so close to home.
“Very much the same, just ... my body is different.” She sometimes knocked things over with her newfound hips, but that was all. “I may ask Mama for help with shopping for clothes and underthings.” Her arms were still crossed over her chest.
“I’m sure she’ll be happy to help. An’ know a few places open late.” That dress was too tight on her for his taste anyway. “How are you hanldin’ it?”
“It is ... strange. But my Athelstan is all right with it. And it will likely be easier for me, looking more the age I feel.” She moved closer to him, wanting a hug but not sure how to take one.
“Good. I’d hate to have to have words with him,” Logan said. There was that, too. He pulled her into his arms. “That’s the best way to look at it. An’ it’ll look better for him as he gets older, if you don’t look like you’re still in high school.”
“That’s what I told him. When he gets older, he will simply look dubious, not illegal.” She buried her head into her father’s chest, liking that he always smelled like pheromones, beer, and the body wash that Velma bought for him, faintly cedar. “I am so glad you are not angry,” she murmured, muffled against his shirt.
Logan snorted. That was generally a problem with him with nearly anyone he dated at first, but at least with Vel they’ll look good together for at least a couple of decades. “Why would I be angry, darlin’? You don’t got control over this.”
“I did not want you to be ... I do not know. To old to care for.” She chuckled, amused at her own joke; her father seemed to like taking care of young ladies. Now that Eli looked young no more, she wanted her father to still love her.
“You could be a hundred and I’d still care about you. Still love you like you’re my own kin.” And maybe he needed to show that to Laura too, if THAT girl would let him.
Eli smiled, tiptoeing up to kiss her father on the cheek. “We are kin, Papa. Blood is who you choose to love.”
“Blood of the covenant is thicker than the water o’the womb,” Logan pointed out, and ruffled Eli’s hair. At least she wasn’t much taller, THAT would have been weird.
Wrinkling her nose at the hair ruffling, Eli grinned. “Indeed. How is Mama, anyway? How is the baby?”
"Baby 'bout ready to pop," Logan said. He was pretty sure it was going to come early, but then Howletts could be impatient.
That made Eli grin. “You shall have your own bublet.” She’d been thinking of words for Logan’s clutch of children.
“Bublet,” Logan said, dryly. He raised both of his eyebrows at her.
“Yes. Like baby geese are goslings,” Eli offered helpfully.
“I ain’t no goose!”
“They are very Canadian,” she grinned. “You have your very own snickt of bublets.”
Try as he might, Logan couldn’t keep a straight face. He started to laugh. “Snikt of bublets. Really Eli?”
Giggling, Eli beeped her father on the nose. “You need to laugh more, Papa.”
"What if I don't wanna laugh?" He asked her, booping her back.
“Then I shall tickle you.” She folded her arms, pretending to look like Logan, growling a little.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” Logan growled back, looking like a miffed kitten right now.
“Are you ticklish?” She grinned, then faster than any human, was suddenly behind him, tickling his sides.
“Nope,” He said. Logan stood stock still, though his mouth was twitching.
She tickled harder, laughing when she saw that mouth twitch. “You are so!”
“Darlin’ I’m gonna…” He twisted around and tried to get his arm around her. He picked Eli up under his arm, and then started to carry her through the house.
Eli flailed, giggling loudly and rapidfire chastizing him in Swedish. “Papa, put me down this instant! Nu! Sätt ner mig!”
“Nah.” Logan did finally relent, and set her down, before launching an attack of tickling of his own. Don’t tell anyone. Ever.
She flailed a little, remembering what being ticklish was like and almost having a flashback to being a human child again. Logan brought that out in her, and it was one of the millions of reasons she loved him.
Everything felt good. Logan just needed to breach Laura’s wall and he thought he’d get everything he ever wanted. “Hopin’ Vel pops at night.”
“I am as well. But if she does not, I will come as soon as it is dark. Hospitals usually don’t have windows, so I can stay over the daytime.” She snuggled into her father, eyes closing.
“Thanks, darlin’...” Maybe he couldn’t get everyone in his extended family there, but he could get some.
“I am always grateful to you and Mama for giving me a family.” She’d always wanted one as a child, but never had one. It was about time.