Alyssa Hamilton is Heaven's soldier. (four_leaves) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-09-24 16:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alyssa hamilton, laura kinney (wolverine) |
Who: Laura and Alyssa.
What: Tea!
When: Backdated to 9/12.
Where: A restaurant.
Warnings: Nope!
Status: Complete!
Laura was getting out more, which was unusual for her, in and of itself. But she’d wanted to spend time with Logan, and there was preparation for school. And looking for a job because she couldn’t just keep taking money from Furiosa or Logan, especially for her late night activities. But meeting someone who might be a friend, or at least was close to Logan, that was something she wasn’t used to.
She traditionally didn’t do lunch dates, let alone make many friends. So she got there early. To make a good impression.
Alyssa got there soon after, and smiled when she saw Laura. Alyssa was dressed as she usually was, in a dress that showed off her legs and heels, her red hair tucked behind her ears. “I hope you weren’t waiting long,” she beamed. She’d have hugged Laura, but she didn’t seem to want hugs.
“Four minutes,” Laura said, holding up four fingers. “Not long at all.” She gestured at the chair across from her, inviting Alyssa to sit. That was something normal people did, right? She looked Alyssa over, not sure what kind of person she was, other than that she seemed close to Logan.
“Oh, good.” Alyssa sat down and smiled, shrugging off her jacket. “I’m glad you found it all right. It always smells so good in here, it sets me at my ease right away. It’s difficult to be comfortable somewhere smelly.” She looked at Laura and sometimes was struck at how much someone could seem similar to someone else, yet entirely different. There were some things that reminded Alyssa of Logan, but so many different things.
“I like the scent.” She tapped her nose. “Everything smells more now. Something comforting is welcome.” Her nose wrinkled. It was too easy to tell what people were feeling now. Subtle changes in odor, shifts in the way they breathed - dream her knew how to read the signs really well, but waking Laura was still working all of that out. “How do you know Logan?”
“Oh, you have your super sniffer now?” Alyssa smiled and leaned back in her chair. “I hope my perfume isn’t too offensive.” Having a super nose would be a really useful power, but Alyssa knew that it was probably a double edged sword. Trash or skunks or cat poop would be the worst.
Blinking when Laura asked how Alyssa knew Logan, she swallowed hard. Honesty would be better here. “He was my first love.”
“It is pleasant.” Laura’s nose wrinkled again. “Oh. I can see why. You are attractive. And have red hair.” Logan liked red heads. And asian women. And Storm.
“Yeah, it’s why Scott fancied me too.” Well, fancy probably wasn’t the right word, but Alyssa didn’t want to mention one night stands this early into her friendship with Laura.
Laura tilted her head. Scott Summers? Really? She’d probably send a frantic message to Alyssa the night she dreamed about young!Scott fancying her. “I am not sure I want to know your secret, but more importantly did Logan kill him and that is why he is not here?”
That just made Alyssa laugh. “The secret is that I’m a redhead, and no, Scott’s still alive.” At least she thought so. She hoped so. “If he’s not, I’ll feel very guilty.”
"Red hair is nice," Laura acknowledged. In her dream there had been people she'd found attractive. Julian. Jubilee. Sooraya. And okay Scott but she would never admit that. But she'd never felt like she was in a place, mentally, to pursue anything. She wondered if she had a type.
Awake, she was still figuring all that out as well. She felt less....damaged. If that was the right word. Maybe it would be easier, if she ever met someone. "I do not think Logan murders for just any reason."
“Oh, thank you.” Alyssa smiled. Her hair was her favorite feature, and she liked taking care of it. She blushed faintly about the idea of Logan murdering someone for her. “He’s not killed anyone for me. I could do it myself for one, and I wouldn’t let him for two.” Logan was doing pretty well with the whole not murdering people thing.
“It is...a way of showing he cares.” She thought about her own dreams. The people she’d kill for. Or die for. None of them - except Logan- were here that she was aware of. It was a little lonely. Kitty only helped so much, and no matter how much she tried Furiosa just wasn’t the right person. “Are your dreams particularly...traumatic?”
It was an innocent question, so Alyssa felt guilty for laughing at it. “That’s actually how Logan and I got involved in the first place. My dreams were keeping me awake, and I called him after I woke up from one and couldn’t fall back asleep.” Alyssa knew a little bit about Laura’s, which were terrible to say the least.
Reaching out to take Laura’s hand, Alyssa squeezed gently. “Now that I’m used to them, I mind them less, but I used to pray I’d never fall asleep.”
“Oh. Comfort sex.” Laura nodded. She didn’t think she should judge, even if she might make faces at Logan next time she saw him. It was kind of fun to troll him in all honesty. “When I can’t sleep I go outside… sometimes I bring water and food to ...girls like me.”
“Girls like... oh. That’s kind of you. May I go with you next time?” Alyssa liked to help people out too. “And yes, it was comfort sex. In my dreams, I help people by killing demons. And this demon had created a little loop of time, just one evening where he went on a killing spree. Watching him murder people right in front of me was the worst thing I’ve ever lived through.” Both Dream Alyssa and real Alyssa had just wanted to hide and cry.
“Yes,” Laura said. She thought about what had happened with that Raven girl. Having someone else around might be nice. And good for safety. “There seems to be a lot with demons. And blood and killing. We’re just…” She clenched her hand into a fist. “It is not fair.”
“Like I said. If anything happens to you or Logan, I’ll help.” Alyssa looked down at her hands, pleased that soon she’d have tea. “I promise.”
“How much do you know about me?” Laura wouldn’t be upset if Logan had told her things, though there might be one or three things that would bother her.
“Mostly broad strokes. You’re a clone of him, and you didn’t have a very easy life.” Alyssa bit her lower lip, hoping that he hadn’t told her too much.
“That is a very vague description, but mostly accurate.” Ever since she’d come to Cali, Laura had been talking more and more. “They made me to kill people. My life was only a little easier here. I have not had to kill. And I did not have to resort to extreme measures to survive.”
Alyssa didn’t like thinking about Laura’s dream life, if only because it made her sad and there was nothing either of them could do about it. “I’m glad your life was a little easier here. I wish it was a lot easier. No matter what happens, if you need a place to stay, my guest room is always open to you.”
“I suspect Sarah Kinney was involved in things.” The memories were fuzzy. Distant. Laura didn’t know if that meant that they’d done things to her here or not. But her mother had been a scientist, just like in the dreams. It was too coincidental.
“I’ve not met her.” Alyssa shook her head, feeling somewhat badly that she didn’t know more about Laura. She needed more friends.
“She was my mother. She was killed by federal agents when I was small.” Laura shrugged her shoulders, like she couldn’t still see the blood pooling on the ground.
Alyssa leaned forward to touch Laura’s hands. “Were you there?” God, she hoped that Laura was in daycare or something.
“Yes. I was there.” Laura’s hand twitched under Alyssa’s, and she stared at their hands. “I did not know what was going on. I did not understand.”
“It doesn’t mean that you don’t know. The memory’s there, and you sort of don’t know what to do with it until you’re older. I’m taking classes about this right now, actually, about memories and how we process them.” Alyssa moved so her hand was more light on Laura’s. “I’m sorry, does that hurt you? Logan has sore knuckles sometimes.”
“They ache. It was worse before. My healing was not the best then. I had to bandage my hands for awhile.” Accidentally popping them and the bleeding hadn’t stopped and it had been pretty bad. “I am trying to avoid unsheathing them in anger…”
Alyssa moved to gently massage Laura’s hands. “Do yours pop here as well?”
Laura nodded, her breath catching in her throat. “Would you like to see?”
“Of course.” Alyssa moved her hand away, not wanting to get cut.
Laura’s wrist tensed, and out slide two claws. They looked a lot like Logan’s. Shorter, and there were only two of them. They weren’t even the length of her forearm - they’d been coated when she was seven, so they were the length they were when she was seven.
“Oh, they’re shorter.” Alyssa moved to quickly massage the girl’s wrist, a good distance from where the claws popped. “It hurts, I shouldn’t have asked.”
“I think I need to find someone to do that all day,” Laura said. Her expression was deadpan, but her lips twitched into a smile. It was suddenly easy to understand Logan’s thing with Alyssa. “I was a child when they induced my mutation. Then they surgically extracted my claws, laced them with the adamantium, and then put them back.”
Alyssa chuckled. “You could probably find someone to do that on Craigslist.” But her smile faded when Laura talked about how they’d induced her mutation, and Alyssa’s eyes went stormy. “They were worse to you than they were to Logan. I hope they show up here so I can shoot them in the head.”
Laura frowned. She didn’t like the idea of ‘selling’ herself, even if it was actually different from selling herself. “They wanted another Logan. They got me instead.”
“I know it wasn’t, but I hope your first act was to gut them all. It’d serve them right.” Alyssa sighed. “You know that you’re good just as you are, yeah?”
“Most of them did die, eventually.” Just not before her mother. But as long as no one had her trigger scent, people would be safe from her. She decided not to mention that part. “I am Laura. In my dreams I am trying to find if I have a soul.”
“Of course you do.” Alyssa smiled and leaned forward, whispering conspiratorially. “Want me to prove it?”
“I think… she gets confirmation.” Laura ducked her head. Maybe it would be less painful than that provided by the Ghost rider. “But I would not mind a second opinion.”
Smiling, Alyssa cupped Laura’s hands between her own. Alyssa’s hands started to glow a golden colour, a sunshine warmth emanating from them. “Does that sting like the devil?”
“No.” Laura closed her eyes, her breathing growing deeper and more even. “It feels… warm.”
“If you didn’t have a soul, you’d be in an awful lot of pain right now.” Alyssa looked around to see if anyone was staring. They weren’t, so she let herself continue to touch Laura with her light, smiling at how it seemed to make her happier.
Something wet warmed Laura’s cheeks, but she didn’t dare open her eyes. If she opened her eyes, then maybe this wouldn’t be real. “...Thanks…”
Alyssa felt like she shouldn’t breathe. She didn’t want to do anything that might ruin the moment for Laura. “Of course. What are friends for?”