Logan (canucklehead) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2014-08-25 19:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | beth greene, logan howlett / wolverine |
Who: Logan Howlett / Wolverine and Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel
What: Logan and Carol play cards -- and talk -- maybe.
Where: Logan's apartment.
When: Evening-ish. After Logan's network post
Rating: High. Likely talk of character death.
Status: In progress
Notes:
Logan didn't waste time setting up the cable for a game of cards. He had even gone through his cabinets and set out finding something he had to throw together for food. It might have seemed suspicious, him going through so much trouble and doing something nice, but he honestly couldn't be convinced to care. It had been a weird enough day as it was and, besides, what woman was going to complain about him making a sentimental gesture? He'd just brush it off. It was a good plan. At least it beat the alternative. He still couldn't really explain what had made him think to go digging. Maybe it was all the buzz he seemed to be catching about those things coming back around. He had let himself think about it while he'd been getting things ready, have even let himself stew in in it before inviting Carol over. The only thing that really made sense, if he was being entirely honest about it, was how good things were. It might not have made a whole lot of sense but, when Logan looked at his life on the whole, it was the only thing that fit. His whole life, prior to coming to Storybrooke, had been spent fighting from one place to the next. Every time he'd tried to carve himself out a place, it had all gone horribly wrong. Every time he thought he found peace, someone had been there to take it away from him. Every time he thought he'd found a way out or around, someone was there to cut the rug out from underneath him. Every Storybrooke had done it once or twice, but Logan just let life go on. That was the simple truth of it now and he couldn't imagine a better place to try and build himself a piece of that life. So, in order to hang onto it, Logan had decided to go looking. Even in a world where S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't have back doors into every website he could think of, it hadn't been too hard to find ways to skim through what he was going to be facing. He hadn't intended to go digging deep, just enough to get an idea, to know what he might be facing if this place decided to whisk him away and bring him back again. Something he could deal with, with Carol, so that maybe they wouldn't be so blindsided if something awful happened. It didn't seem unreasonable, not with the life they led.. He just hadn't expected to find anything like what he'd found. It wasn't that the news of his death, or upcoming death, should have been as upsetting. There had been years of his life, decades even, where he might have courted it. It was different though, when you knew it was coming. It was different where when you'd finally found a place, no matter how weird or annoying it might have been, where you could really get behind what it seemed to be offering you. Add Carol into that mix and Logan honestly felt himself more confused about it than he had been in a long time. So it made sense why you'd set a table, cook a nice dinner, and play cards. It was something to anchor him, pull him out of the notion that it was all going to end again. It was a way to sit down and enjoy a night with a woman whom he'd gotten himself rather fond of these days. At least he wasn't lighting candles. |