One moment his hands were clutching the armrests on the plane, while he grumbled about turbulence and the next, he’s waking up face down on damp grass. He staggers to his feet, as his head whips around. He’s looking – searching – but he’s not sure for what. For a moment he believes this has to be some sort of dream. A very vivid and odd dream.
Because he can feel. He can smell. He can see. He feels the soft soil and the tickle of the grass on his bare feet, and the smell of flowers overpower his senses, causing him to give a slight shake of his head. And what he sees leaves him even more confused – if that was possible. There’s people around him, and they all seem to be enjoying the festivities – imbibing and chattering amongst themselves. But some of them look off. Their eyes weren’t human. But only just slightly.
Each step he takes is calculated, as if waiting for something to spring up beneath him; waiting for this oddly calm dream to morph into the horrors of his past. Any second now, the ground will open up and he will be thrashing in that vat of ice cold water as he burns from the inside out. But nothing of the sort happens
Before he knows it, he’s approached one of the tables, and he realizes then how famished he is. By the time he consumes some food, he feels a voice within him and all around him. A tall woman stands at the front of the garden and speaks, but he’s not hearing it physically. This definitely has to be a dream.
He can’t lose everyone. He can’t lose them before seeing them again. He had been so caught up in his own pain — in his own misery – that he abandoned everyone that he called family. Because he figured they were better off without him.
Your loved ones are likely dead, your problems have likely played out.
Yukio, Charles… Mariko? Everyone else. They were gone. They were gone, and he couldn't do a damn thing.
His fingers tighten around the glass in his glass, hard enough to send a crack through it. “What does she mean we can’t leave this realm? Where am I? What is this place?”
CHANCE AT A DANCE
“All they need is to pass a peace pipe ‘round.” Logan murmurs to himself, watching the folks around him dancing near a glowing tree with narrowed eyes. He knows he should be more wary, more aggressive, but if they had wanted to hurt him, they would have done so already.
Different music plays, and for the most part he tries to ignore it. But it sounds so familiar and somehow it settles his unease. If only just a little bit.
His arms cross over his chest, and his eyes close, a slow and deep breath leaving his nose as the melody of a song he once heard over his old crank up radio floods his ears.
FLOWER POWER
The smell of flowers surrounds him. It was almost overwhelming, but so was everything else in this bizarro world he was stuck in. His fingers trace his wrist, feeling the corsage that was given to him. With a scowl, he mutters, “As if it were the fuckin’ prom.”
Between his thumb and forefinger, he holds a petal of an orchid. His hazel eyes shift forward, and he feels the wind knocked from him as a vivid memory begins to unreel in his mind.
He’s carrying a woman in his arms. Her breathing is slow and labored, almost in sync with her heartbeat. The smell of her blood fills his nostrils and he knows he needs to get her somewhere safe.
‘Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of here.’
The memory shifts once more, but it feels like he’s lost time within it. Crucial time.
The woman is on the floor, her eyes lifeless; the once slow heartbeat gone completely.
‘Do you know her?’
‘No.’
With a delicate touch, he closes her eyes.
The memory begins to fade and Logan is left standing there, a single petal still caught between his fingers. His hazel eyes glaze over as he mutters a single word. “Kayla…”
GEIS UN: logan
Does that reward include me getting the fuck out of here?
... dont really give gifts. I aint one for buying things because most of the time people dont want that shit. I guess my gift to people is knowledge and protection. If i care about someone, i’ll do anything to keep them safe.
[ Feel free to choose any type of song for the dance prompt. Also open to wildcards.]
Logan Howlett | XMCU
One moment his hands were clutching the armrests on the plane, while he grumbled about turbulence and the next, he’s waking up face down on damp grass. He staggers to his feet, as his head whips around. He’s looking – searching – but he’s not sure for what. For a moment he believes this has to be some sort of dream. A very vivid and odd dream.
Because he can feel. He can smell. He can see. He feels the soft soil and the tickle of the grass on his bare feet, and the smell of flowers overpower his senses, causing him to give a slight shake of his head. And what he sees leaves him even more confused – if that was possible. There’s people around him, and they all seem to be enjoying the festivities – imbibing and chattering amongst themselves. But some of them look off. Their eyes weren’t human. But only just slightly.
Each step he takes is calculated, as if waiting for something to spring up beneath him; waiting for this oddly calm dream to morph into the horrors of his past. Any second now, the ground will open up and he will be thrashing in that vat of ice cold water as he burns from the inside out. But nothing of the sort happens
Before he knows it, he’s approached one of the tables, and he realizes then how famished he is. By the time he consumes some food, he feels a voice within him and all around him. A tall woman stands at the front of the garden and speaks, but he’s not hearing it physically. This definitely has to be a dream.
He can’t lose everyone. He can’t lose them before seeing them again. He had been so caught up in his own pain — in his own misery – that he abandoned everyone that he called family. Because he figured they were better off without him.
Your loved ones are likely dead, your problems have likely played out.
Yukio, Charles… Mariko? Everyone else. They were gone. They were gone, and he couldn't do a damn thing.
His fingers tighten around the glass in his glass, hard enough to send a crack through it. “What does she mean we can’t leave this realm? Where am I? What is this place?”
CHANCE AT A DANCE
“All they need is to pass a peace pipe ‘round.” Logan murmurs to himself, watching the folks around him dancing near a glowing tree with narrowed eyes. He knows he should be more wary, more aggressive, but if they had wanted to hurt him, they would have done so already.
Different music plays, and for the most part he tries to ignore it. But it sounds so familiar and somehow it settles his unease. If only just a little bit.
His arms cross over his chest, and his eyes close, a slow and deep breath leaving his nose as the melody of a song he once heard over his old crank up radio floods his ears.
FLOWER POWER
The smell of flowers surrounds him. It was almost overwhelming, but so was everything else in this bizarro world he was stuck in. His fingers trace his wrist, feeling the corsage that was given to him. With a scowl, he mutters, “As if it were the fuckin’ prom.”
Between his thumb and forefinger, he holds a petal of an orchid. His hazel eyes shift forward, and he feels the wind knocked from him as a vivid memory begins to unreel in his mind.
He’s carrying a woman in his arms. Her breathing is slow and labored, almost in sync with her heartbeat. The smell of her blood fills his nostrils and he knows he needs to get her somewhere safe.
‘Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of here.’
The memory shifts once more, but it feels like he’s lost time within it. Crucial time.
The woman is on the floor, her eyes lifeless; the once slow heartbeat gone completely.
‘Do you know her?’
‘No.’
With a delicate touch, he closes her eyes.
The memory begins to fade and Logan is left standing there, a single petal still caught between his fingers. His hazel eyes glaze over as he mutters a single word. “Kayla…”
GEIS UN: logan
Does that reward include me getting the fuck out of here?
...
dont really give gifts. I aint one for buying things because most of the time people dont want that shit. I guess my gift to people is knowledge and protection. If i care about someone, i’ll do anything to keep them safe.
[ Feel free to choose any type of song for the dance prompt. Also open to wildcards.]