jean grey (mentalhurl) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-12-17 17:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: jean grey, character: logan howlett |
Who: Logan and Jean
When: Late afternoon, December 17th. Christmas tiiime
Where: New apartment! And then to the outskirts of the woods
What: Hanging out, and general nonsense
Rating/Status: PG-13 for Logan's foul mouth. Incomplete
There was something profoundly mundane about setting up an apartment in Marrowood. Rearranging furniture, cleaning windows, setting up bedrooms. Having to deal with ghosts that constantly moved items around because they thought it was funny. So that last bit wouldn’t be considered normal by any means, but it was for anyone living in Marrowood. Logan could have done without the apparitions, but he couldn’t say that he didn’t enjoy the view from where he was standing.
He was leaning against the doorframe of his apartment, dark eyes watching Jean as she bustled about the apartment they had found together. It probably wasn’t appropriate for the two of them to be living together, but Logan didn’t mind. Any excuse to be around Jean was one he would take. They found a place with two bedrooms, and while Logan’s room was sparse Jean had managed to make the rest of the apartment nice and cozy.
It reminded him of a time he vaguely remembered, a memory that faded in and out of his mind. Something he wanted to know, but his subconscious wouldn’t let it. Too painful for the man that was tougher than nails. He moved toward one of the boxes that had some decor in it, and looked inside.
“Where’d you find all this shit?” Logan asked curiously. “Don’t tell me there’s a furniture store in this town.”
Logan did not want to make a home for themselves within Marrowood, but Jean could not help encouraging them both to find space for themselves in the town. While she had been here considerably less time than Logan, or most of anyone that she had met, Jean recognized that the other residents had been around for weeks, maybe months. Remaining in the hotel was something that neither of them needed to do, if they were to live in Marrowood for God knows how long.
Which was why she had set up the hospital, and had now pushed Logan into moving into the two bedroom apartment with her. Right or not, it had become rather cosy, the home and sharing it with Wolverine. Jean was moving along the apartment now, rearranging certain items, setting things here and there. Trying to make it a pleasant environment for she and the other, though she drew to a pause and brought her eyes to Logan when he spoke. “It isn’t shit….and just around. Come on, you like it, admit it.”
She was teasing him with that statement, as Jean was certain Logan disliked all the knickknacks if anything.Moving forward, Jean was happy to crowd Logan’s space as she reached to fold back the flap of the box he was looking inside of, and tugged a rather comical looking toy snowman out, holding it out to him. “Thanksgiving’s past, don’t you think it’s time to get in the Christmas spirit?”
Maybe it was the best idea to settle in, or at least make the best of a bad situation. Which it was - Logan didn’t like the idea of being trapped someplace. He was a wild animal and it wasn’t a good idea to keep him caged. There weren’t any prospects of leaving either, the scientists didn’t have a clue, and anyone with abilities or magic couldn’t do a damn thing for their predicament. All in all it just made Logan’s bad mood even worse.
But despite the hopelessness of the town Logan had to admit there was a calm about it all that sat well with him. He didn’t have to worry about HYDRA, or the Brotherhood, or any other militant group that decided it would be a good day to cause trouble. It was nice, but like all nice things Logan knew it couldn’t last for long. He was just waiting for the other shoe to drop, and for all the shit to hit the fan.
He managed to smile at Jean though, and rolled his eyes at her comment. “Yeah yeah yeah, it’s shit in the general sense,” he said. “But that snowman…” He took it from Jean’s hand and examined it, somewhat suspicious. “Are you sure it’s a snowman? It looks like a marshmallow that got run over.” He smirked, enjoying the banter he was having with his favorite redhead.
Jean released the toy the moment that Logan reached out to pluck it away from her, and she tipped her head slightly, considering it all too seriously. “I think so...though, perhaps to avoid confusion we could give it one of those Santa hats people wear during Christmas.”
She shot him a smile then, more than happy to discuss senseless matters with Logan. It was one of the better things, the easy company that came from being with the Wolverine; Jean had grown close to him during the past year, then some, back home and was happy to share the space of Marrowood with him. It was a bit selfish, yes, but it was certainly better than being alone. “Besides…”
Jean shifted the box with her powers alone, pulling streamers of gold and brown colours out; festive little markers. “We can pair it all together, and it will be very Christmas esque. Although, that is if Christmas happens in this town...are there any horror stories surrounding Christmas?” Given what had popped up around the tail end of the last holiday. It was all very premature on Jean’s part, but she was mostly playing around. And had found the stuff, she still wasn’t certain how, lying around in the box and saw no point not to use it.
It was nice not having the dickhead around to ruin moments like this with Jean. Scott was always lingering in one way or another, and it bothered Logan. There wasn’t any love lost there between the two men, but Logan always tolerated Scott because of Jean. And yeah, maybe ol’ one-eye was a good leader for the X-Men, it didn’t stop him from being a douchebag. Logan didn’t like him, and he didn’t think that Scott deserved someone like Jean.
He smiled at her again, the warmth that grew in his chest couldn’t be stopped whenever he was around her. He didn’t dare call it love, he only knew that he did have feelings for her, and that made him want to spend whatever time he could with her.
“I s’pose I can go cut a tree from the forest,” he told her. “From the edge of the forest… it’ll be a while before we go any farther than that.” Their last experience from going into the woods didn’t turn out at all like they expected. Half of their group perished, and the only good thing about it all was that those that had died came back to life a few days later. Logan didn’t understand how things worked in this place, and for once he was brutally aware of his mortality.
“We can decorate it with all the sh- I mean, stuff, that you got.”
"I can go along with you, if you want. I don't think we'll have a lot of pressing problems." With the hospital, she meant. If there was, it was not like the place was all that far from the center of the town, after all.
Setting the toy back into the box, the red head clicked her tongue lightly, pointing at him. "Yes, stuff. I rather hope the town ends up having a party, the one for Halloween was nice." Jean pushed the box edges down, considering Wolverine.
There was no asking what he used to do, how he preferred to spend the day. Jean smiled at him. "I expect you to help decorate, though."
Logan rolled his eyes at Jean playfully. He wasn’t much of a decorator to be honest. He kind of looked at the task as woman’s work, or even kids. Logan was always too busy brooding to help decorate at the mansion, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed the site of a finished tree any less. He chuckled under his breath, and nodded.
“Yeah, I’ll help decorate,” he said to her. “And you can use your telekinesis to help with the tree,” he told her with a grin. “But if we’re gonna decorate we gotta do it right. Tinsel and shit. And a proper star for the top. Or an angel,” he shrugged his shoulders slightly. “Whatever you want, really.”
Logan moved to grab his jacket off the back of one of the dining chairs, and shrugged it over his shoulders. He didn’t have a routine prior to Jean moving in with him. He spent his days either patrolling the town, or drinking at the bar, or sitting at home smoking cigars that miraculously appeared for him on his table. He guessed he had a ghost to thank for that, one that never made their presence known to him at least.
“We should probably get going while we still have some light,” he said to Jean as he held her jacket in his hands. He would put it on for her when she was ready. “Don’t wanna get caught anywhere near the woods when it’s dark.”
“Star, I think. They’re always looked better to me. Given what’s happening to the poor angel sitting on the point of the tree. Right, hang on.” Jean set the box aside - she had heard so much about the ghosts of the town that she didn’t want one coming in and kicking things around, - before moving around the couch to slip into the jacket, thanking Logan as she did. Tugging it straight, she opened the door and followed him out.
The town was an interesting place, and as much as Jean wanted to figure out the science of everything, she was not going to mess about with this place. “Do we want a small, or tall tree?” Jean asked, moving down the steps and into the street before she looked back at Logan. It was interesting how they had begun to co exist like this. Before this town Jean had never thought that she would see Logan for such an extended period, or cohabiting with others on such a level, as he had often left the mansion for long periods of time without saying anything, and barely speaking when returning too.