[Saturday afternoons are her favorite. She gets to sleep in and not have to worry about getting to class on time, and she usually gets to spend all day in the company of her dad. Motorcycle rides often happen after lunch, and they generally end up at a park or rest stop somewhere that she can run around and get out all of that pent up energy. This Saturday, though, Logan's out on a mission.
The atmosphere in the mansion is quiet and tense, as most of the kids wait to hear word that the X-Men will return safely. It's always like that when they leave, the kids wait and worry while the adults go to save the day.
Ororo's one of the few left behind, to keep an eye on and protect the children. Laura tries to stay out of her way so she doesn't add stress to what already must be there, but as the day wears on and she becomes increasingly anxious over whether or not her father's okay she goes to seek the woman out.
Laura doesn't know her mother, and only vaguely remembers the nurses in the facility she had been created. Storm is like a mother figure to her in many ways, though Laura won't ever actually admit that out loud. Her actions speak loud enough on their own, though. The way she willingly slips her hand into Ororo's as she creeps up beside her says enough about the trust that's there.]
Has he called?
[She knows that they stay in touch via communicators. Maybe he's checked in with word that they're on their way back.]
[ Many things have changed since Logan came back to the mansion with a daughter in tow, but some things remain painfully the same. Like this waiting game, trying to stay busy so you don't think about all the things that could potentially be going wrong right this second.
Clouds hang heavy over the school, the result of 'Ro being just a little bit too preoccupied to properly disconnect from the world around her to stop it from reflecting her state of mind.
Laura's hand in hers wakes her up to this fact a little, and before she addresses the child her eyes briefly cloud over white, and the clouds disperse. Then she looks down at the girl with a sad little smile on her lips. ]
No, honey. Not yet.
[ It's way too soon to be expecting word from the team, but she doesn't blame Laura for wanting time to move faster. ]
"I think I found something-" Logan announced as he returned to the porch, "-to make up for that first time."
He showed her the two dark bottles in his left hand, the Revolver label - an American craft label, at that - on their sides. Popping their caps, he set the bottle opener on the arm of the bench, and offered Ororo her beer as he settled in beside her.
"Seems some poor bastard's delivery truck wound up in a field during that storm a couple of weeks back," he explained before she could ask, something wry in the set of his mouth. Laura was already asleep upstairs, but the darkness beyond the wide porch was awake, alive with the nighttime sounds of late spring, crickets strumming in the sweet grass as frogs warbled in the pond.
"Whatever it was in that drink our first night out. The one that made you loopy and...complimentary." And gave her a wicked hangover from Hell, he didn't add.
Logan tipped his beer up, and savored that first sip.
He eyed her, drumming his fingers on the side of the bottle.
"Really, Ro, you didn't mean all that. My ego can only get so big." Hey maybe he'd just shift a bit, letting his arm fall over the back of the bench. Logan felt...actually relaxed for the first time in a long while.
Well in that case she could just as well shift a little too, maybe edging a bit closer to him before leaning back to feel his arm against the upper part of her back, its warmth distracting in a pleasant sort of way.
"Alright, tell me something particularly outlandish that I said, and we'll see if I still mean it."
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For snikette
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So how come I never get any presents when you've been a pain in my ass?
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Do orgasms not count?
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The atmosphere in the mansion is quiet and tense, as most of the kids wait to hear word that the X-Men will return safely. It's always like that when they leave, the kids wait and worry while the adults go to save the day.
Ororo's one of the few left behind, to keep an eye on and protect the children. Laura tries to stay out of her way so she doesn't add stress to what already must be there, but as the day wears on and she becomes increasingly anxious over whether or not her father's okay she goes to seek the woman out.
Laura doesn't know her mother, and only vaguely remembers the nurses in the facility she had been created. Storm is like a mother figure to her in many ways, though Laura won't ever actually admit that out loud. Her actions speak loud enough on their own, though. The way she willingly slips her hand into Ororo's as she creeps up beside her says enough about the trust that's there.]
Has he called?
[She knows that they stay in touch via communicators. Maybe he's checked in with word that they're on their way back.]
Sorry that I took forever to get back to this <3
Clouds hang heavy over the school, the result of 'Ro being just a little bit too preoccupied to properly disconnect from the world around her to stop it from reflecting her state of mind.
Laura's hand in hers wakes her up to this fact a little, and before she addresses the child her eyes briefly cloud over white, and the clouds disperse. Then she looks down at the girl with a sad little smile on her lips. ]
No, honey. Not yet.
[ It's way too soon to be expecting word from the team, but she doesn't blame Laura for wanting time to move faster. ]
~Sav-verse
He showed her the two dark bottles in his left hand, the Revolver label - an American craft label, at that - on their sides. Popping their caps, he set the bottle opener on the arm of the bench, and offered Ororo her beer as he settled in beside her.
"Seems some poor bastard's delivery truck wound up in a field during that storm a couple of weeks back," he explained before she could ask, something wry in the set of his mouth. Laura was already asleep upstairs, but the darkness beyond the wide porch was awake, alive with the nighttime sounds of late spring, crickets strumming in the sweet grass as frogs warbled in the pond.
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She was not entirely following his train of thought, a little distracted by the warm darkness creeping up on the house, full of restless life.
She was happy to take the beer though, regardless of what it was meant to serve as a compensation for.
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Logan tipped his beer up, and savored that first sip.
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She chuckled a little, and took a sip ofor her beer, humming her approval before glancing over at him.
"I don't think it would be fair to the drink to let it shoulder all the blame for me being complimentary."
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"Really, Ro, you didn't mean all that. My ego can only get so big." Hey maybe he'd just shift a bit, letting his arm fall over the back of the bench. Logan felt...actually relaxed for the first time in a long while.
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"Alright, tell me something particularly outlandish that I said, and we'll see if I still mean it."