Logan Vitale

handcuffed and i thought of you; i made love and i thought of you; twenty-eight; italian/german-american; guardian of sebastian of chile

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Diya’s brows scrunched together in confusion. What was happening here? He was trying to push her away again, and for a time, she allowed him the advantage. The Guardian was even able to take a few steps before realization hit her, and she spun on her heels once more. “You’re doing it again. You’re pushing me away. What the hell, Logan?” The question was posed with both of her arms raised midway. She took a pause to regain her composure before shooting another query his way. “We’re never going to talk about this, are we?” 

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Logan ran his hands over his face in frustration. He was so tired of arguing with Diya. All he wanted was to be left alone. “I told you we could talk about it. And we will.” He thought about touching her in some way -- a kiss on the forehead to show her he wasn’t a cold, lying bastard -- but he didn’t want to encourage her in any way. “Can’t I just take some time to think about it? It’s only been like two days, and---” He lowered his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look at her. “---I’m just not ready to decide anything.”

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Diya didn’t know what to expect. His angry perhaps, but definitely not an apology. Her eyes met his, and she could see the sincerity in them. It melted her anger, although the worry was still there. “What do we do now? I don’t know what to do.” The stubborn Guardian admitted. “—I’m good at being alone. This thing is not what I do or who I am. I’ll fuck up everything because that’s what I’m good at. I can’t even be a friend without complicating the situation. You’re right, something is wrong with me.” 

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“Nothing is wrong with you. You’re just... a woman,” Logan said, doing his best to console her. “You’re not thinking straight right now. Give it some time.” Gently, he turned her around to face the door and nudged her toward it, his hands kneading the muscles of her neck and shoulders as he guided her. “I promise, if it’ll make you feel better, we can talk about everything later, okay? Just... not right now.” He meant what he’d said, he just hoped later turned out to be much, much later.

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Diya stopped in her tracks, her gym bag fell onto the floor with a thud. For a time, she stood still, her palms clenched into fists. Walking away was no longer an option, so the Guardian spun around and stomped over to the male, pushing his on the back. “I’m not the one with problems, Logan. You are! You fuck everything up for me!” 

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Normally he would’ve strong-armed her, but this was different. They were in public for one, and there was nothing playful about the way Diya looked at him now. He was pissed, definitely, but with the way she’d ended her tirade, Logan found himself more concerned about her than himself at this point. Placing his hands on her shoulders, keeping her an arms length away, he ducked his head down to meet her at eye level. “I’m sorry,” he said, giving her shoulders a light squeeze. “Okay? I’m sorry.”

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Logan shook his head at the way she responded. "Okay, you have problems," he said, pulling his shirt off over his head as he readied himself to begin working out. "Hope you get the help you need."

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Logan was scrolling through his playlist when the jolt to his arm knocked his cell phone out of his hand and to the ground. “Real mature, Diya,” he shouted at her back as he bent to pick it up. “You’re lucky the screen didn’t shatter.”

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He chuckled at her response like it was funny, but he was anything but amused. "Then leave already. I could think of a million other things I'd rather be doing right now than talking to you."

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“Me…? I broke the rules?” The questions came with her fists clenched. “You marked me, asshole. Not the other way around.” Diya pointed. But of course he would conveniently forget that little known fact. Men and their huge egos. She could feel his anger. It was just as intense as hers was. Normally, her knees would go weak when he would crowd her personal space. This time around, all it did was piss her off. “I am not a slut for anybody.” She hissed, pushing at his chest a little too roughly to reiterate her point. “Say that word again and I swear to God I will make you regret it.” 

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Logan faltered when she pushed him away. “I didn’t say anybody -- I said me,” he countered, glaring daggers at her. He didn’t know why he was arguing semantics with Diya; it was obvious she just wanted to fight. “Whatever. I didn’t mean it like that and you know it. You’re so damn sensitive lately.” 

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His words burned the anger within her. How dare he! Diya had half a mind to slap him and tell him to go to hell, but that wasn’t her style. She wasn’t going to act like a typical girl. Nope, not happening. “I wouldn’t want to date you even if you paid me to.” She mumbled to herself. Walk away. That was what she should have done. Unfortunately, she stuck around long enough to hear the back end of his retort. “—And why the hell is that? Because you have a penis?” She scoffed. “Newsflash, it’s not that great anyway…” 

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“No,” he sneered, shaking his head. “Because you’re the one who broke your own stupid rules.” Logan inched forward, red in his eyes at her insinuation. He backed Diya against the nearest wall, placing his hands on either side of her head. “We both know you’re a slut for my dick, Diya,” he said, leaning in closer. “I could fuck you right now if I wanted.” His voice was pure sin as he looked her in the eyes, letting her feel the truth in them -- the hunger even. He waited for her to hesitate before backing off abruptly. “Good thing I don’t want to.”

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Diya’s arms were folded defensively, and if looks could kill, Logan would have been a dead man. How he could look so handsome and dumb at the same time was beyond her comprehension. He’d manage it somehow however. Her gaze drifted down to his midsection, cheeks burning as thoughts of his hard abs glistening with sweat consumed her mind; and grateful for her brown skin, and the ability to hide her embarrassment. “—Could’ve done that in your room.” She shot back calmly, though on the inside she was anything but composed. 

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Deciding to ignore her statement, Logan made his own observation instead. “Funny how this feels like a break-up when we never even dated,” he stated, rolling his eyes as he folded his arms across his chest defensively. He shouldn’t have to defend himself for just being somewhere -- it wasn’t like she had dibs on this part of the castle. “I still don’t understand why you’re mad. If anything, I should be mad at you.”

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Grumpy and tired from striking the punching bag in the gym, Diya slid to the floor and leaned her head back up against the wall. She acknowledged her anger, she knew exactly why she was irritated. One name popped into mind. Logan. Her hands clenched at her sides, and her jaw ticked in anger. The Guardian took in a much needed breath, and once she was more composed, she stood to leave. Not paying attention to where she was going, she bumped into a figure. “Sorry.” She muttered raising her gaze to look at the figure. When she saw him standing before her, what fell from her lips was definitely an apology. “—You. What are you doing here?”

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Logan was a little thrown off by the accusatory tone of her voice, raising his brows in surprise. He wasn't expecting to see her either. Rather he needed a nice long workout to ease his mind, and the gym had never let him down. He craved the repetition, the self discipline, the high his body felt afterward. He was ready to lose himself in it when he'd bumped into Diya, and her question had him racking his brain for a response. Why was he here, here? Why was he in front of her? Or why was he going to the gym? He went for the more obvious answer. "It's ab day," he replied, shrugging his shoulders as if he'd been reprimanded.

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“That’s fine, Logan. I’m not interested in a relationship either.—This has been fun, but it’s time that we move on. Screw the bloody tattoo. What does it know anyway?” Diya didn’t mean to sound bitter, but the words that came spewing out spoke the truth. She was a little hurt, and she didn’t even know why. Perhaps she did, and it was because she liked him and he didn’t like her back. But things were not going to change, and she’d be damned if she allowed him to make her feel crappy about herself. “I’ll see you around.” She brushed past him and headed straight to the door. 

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It wasn’t the things she’d said, but how she’d said them that angered Logan. He let Diya leave without another word, knowing anything he said now would just make things worse. Why should he have to feel bad about keeping his promise? That’s what she’d been pestering him about all along, right? But he did feel bad because he could’ve stopped it from happening if he’d just dropped her a long time ago, like any other woman. Of course, to him, she wasn’t just any other woman -- finally, he admitted to himself -- and that was what angered him the most. For the second time today, he slammed his door shut, this time with real force, and gave it a hard kick. He looked around the room without seeing anything until he honed in on his gear. Right -- work. Hastily, he armed himself and suited up before leaving out the door he’d just taken his anger out on, making sure to leave opposite the way Diya had gone. He would take the long way if he had to. God help anyone who fucked with him today.

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“Is that all you’re going to say about this?” Diya shot back as her irritation grew. It wasn’t like she wanted him to fall at her feet and confess his undying love for her… What she needed was a little more support perhaps, or maybe even an: everything will be okay speech. Instead, she got this. What the hell was impossible suppose to mean anyway? “Great, just great. You’re a really huge help, Logan.” She muttered not knowing what else to say to the male. 

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“What am I supposed to say, Diya? I didn’t ask for any of this.” The look on her face bothered him. He didn't mean to make her feel bad, but she was the one who kept pushing all of her rules onto them. Did she expect that he would just fall in love with her because they had matching tattoos? "I'm not interested in a relationship. I'm sorry if that's not what you want to hear, but what else did you expect? You knew that from day one."

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With everything that was happening, Diya almost missed it. Her tattoo reacting and buzzing when she touched Logan. Her eyes went wide as saucers, mouth left open at the revelation. He took the words right out of her mouth. No fucking way. “—How?” She finally asked after a moment of contemplation. “We’ve had sex before. This is not right. You can’t be, could you?” She sounded like an idiot at that point, and yet she didn’t care. The questions rising to the forefront of her mind were much more important. 

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“Impossible.” One of the reasons he’d let himself continue being intimate with Diya was because he knew they weren’t soulmates. After all the times they’d seen each other naked, there was no possibility. He’d stared at her tattoo each time just to reassure himself of that fact. Upon arriving at the castle, his first response when he’d learned of the tattoo’s purpose was not if I can help it. He’d thought he could avoid the topic altogether, but his arrangement with Diya was proving to be more difficult than he’d imagined.

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“Too late for that isn’t it?” The bitter retort slid past her lips before she could even think it through. She was screwed. They had screwed up big time. What she thought was casual now involved feelings. Complicated didn’t even begin to explain it. Groaning, Diya reached for Logan’s wrist stopping him from leaving. “Don’t be a child, Logan. We need to talk. I’m sorry about the pickle juice. It was childish of me. Will you please stay?” Why she felt the need to beg was beyond her, but it was too late now. “—Look, I didn’t plan on this happening, okay? I don’t do feelings. It’s not for me, and then you came along and wrecked all of my plans.” The words wasn’t really helping her case, but that was the best that she could do considering her history.

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“There’s nothing to talk about,” he said sharply. When DIya placed her hand on his wrist, a searing pain shot through his arm. He gasped, lifting his sleeve to inspect his upper arm where his tattoo was warm and glowing as if there was a light under his skin. Logan was reminded of himself as a child, putting his hand up to a flashlight and watching his flingers glow orange from the light. The feeling he had now was a far cry from the awe he’d felt as a child. Now, he thought he was going to be sick. “No fucking way.”

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“—Oh yes, we do, Logan. I do.” The Guardian reiterated. She’d made it clear as day that they were to remain casual, hence the rules. Diya couldn’t do feelings, she didn’t care about committing to anyone. She wasn’t like all the other women, she never dreamed of happily ever afters. Those didn’t exist in her world. Her life consisted of one let down after another, and after years of feeling like she was not good enough for happiness, she grew bitter. Run. Every fiber of her being was telling her to run as fast and as far away as possible, yet she was still here, unmoved. She had to search, to look for the answers, and that was when she found it. She liked him. Well, fuck… “I don’t need to go anywhere.” She stubbornly replied. “We need to talk about this…this…whatever this is that we’re doing.” 

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“Fine, you’re right. I do have a rule. If shit gets complicated, I’m out,” he replied, hastily pulling on clothes. He would much rather start his shift early, anything, than have this conversation. There was no good reason for it. He’d done the relationship thing before -- was pretty good at it if he could say so, did it for a long time even -- and it didn’t work out. More than that, it tore him apart, and he decided then never again to give himself to someone like that, to let them own a piece of him. “Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let this keep happening. But if you’re not gonna leave, then I will,” he said with his hand on the doorknob.