How do Logan and Virgil get so close in your creature au? Whatās their relationship?
This is a continuation of this ask.
Warning: Logan stabs and simultaneously tortures a bitch.Ā
There was an impossibly long beat of silence as Virgilās eyes bounced back and forth from the men who held his cloak hostage, to the newcomer who within a few seconds of seeing his plight had somehow managed to guess not only what was at stake but what he was on top of that. Within seconds, however, that silence was over as a roar of laughter irrupted from the men who tightly grasped Virgilās cloak in their meaty hands, and just like that Virgil felt his hopes come crashing down as they dangled his precious sealskin cloak higher. As if dangling a cat toy right in front of a catās nose, but forever keeping it out of reach but right within sight of those who they were taunting.
āOr youāll do what? Huh, bigshot?ā And even as one of the men who still had an empty beer can in his tight grasp ambled forward, roughly poking Virgilās would-be savior in the middle of his chest. Logan still remained rather stoic, to the point where it almost seemed as if he cut off every hint of emotion both in his soul as well as his eyes in those split seconds. Although, that really didnāt stop Logan from tightening his grip on the blade as his upper lip gave such a subtle twitch that Virgil almost didnāt see it. āWell?ā The man sneered again as the cloak dangled within his grasp, earning a frightful noise from Virgilās lips in that split second.
Loganās eyes locked onto Virgilās, and a look of understanding passed over his cold impassive features. It was a look that couldnāt have lasted longer than a few seconds, and yet everything that needed to be said was understood in those split seconds of eye contact.
In that very moment, Logan knew just what he needed to do.
Everything slowed down, as a dark blur darted forward and a spray of red filled the air just seconds before the agonized and terrified howling screams filled the air. The blade that had just been clutched in Loganās hand now dripped with red, as the waves lapped at the man who had just been grasping Virgilās cloak. His blood stained the surf, washing back and forth as he clutching his shoulder howling in his pain as he stared up at Logan, his eyes wide in abject horror as the deityās mouth opened revealing the dark abyss of his gaping mouth and sharp endless rows of fangs. The darkness of his eyes seemed never-ending, and the longer that the man looked the more he had to scream and scream as his mind shattered right there and now.
The heel of Loganās foot ground into the skull of the man who just a few seconds ago had held Virgilās cloak like it was some vicious prize he had won in a claw machine. The very same cloak that Logan now had nestled within his arms as if it was a newborn baby, and yet despite that the look on the deityās face said it all as he slammed his foot into the manās head forcing it under the freezing salty waves of the ocean. The gasps and sputters of the man that had just been tormenting Virgil, now sounded sweeter than any gullās cry after seizing a fish from the depths of the ocean. And with his lips curled back into an equally vicious snarl falling from those rows of deadly sharp fangs, there was no mistaking it, Logan was a predator, he was just as much as a predator as the killer whales that sliced through the oceanās currents hunting everything in their path.
āI warned you! I warned you! I warned you!ā There was almost a sadistic edge of glee to Loganās voice, as he allowed the man to raise his head above the water for just a second before he slammed it back down, drowning out the screams that would have bubbled up from the lungs seeped in saltwater. āI wasnāt lying when I said that I would extinguish your lifeforce from this plane of existence. I never lie.ā The grin twisted upwards and upwards, and truth be told Virgil couldnāt help but to watch as those dark eyes gleamed in what could only be a hunger..no a lust for the blood of someone who had just been mistreating him.
Loganās foot slammed down again and again as Virgil struggled up to his feet, the friends of the man that Logan was currently tormenting now long gone from their line of sight.
āIā¦ā Virgilās words froze on his tongue as soon as Loganās entire body jerked to an abrupt stop, as if he had forgotten that Virgil was even there in the first place. There was a look of dread on Loganās face as his eyes shifted over to the selkie that stood before him, completely drenched to the bone and still lacking his sealskin cloak. The very sealskin cloak that he was worriedly looking at, and the very one that still laid in Loganās arms.
āTake it, and get out of here.ā Logan quickly blurted out, his words running free from his throat as soon as he released the cloak back into their rightful ownerās arms as if touching it for a second longer would burn his flesh to ashes. He saw the pure look of relief that swept through Virgilās entire body as he wrapped it completely around him, warmth spreading through his every bone and muscle. āGet out of here,ā He quickly muttered, his eyes already trailing down to the useless sack of human flesh that pitifully gurgled under his foot as he allowed him to breathe for now. āYou do not want to see what transpires after this.ā
Looking back at the deity before him, Virgil felt frozen to the spot even as the reassuring warmth of his cloak settled on his shoulders. A part of him wanted to stay, to see just what his savior would do the person who had dared to take his cloak away from him, but an entirely separate part of himself also wanted to heed Loganās warning. Especially as the other loomed dangerously over the human, his fangs bared in a look of utter hatred. It probably would be best for him to leave before they gained any more attention on themselves, and so with a fair bit of guilt tugging at his guts, Virgil stumbled back, his feet sinking into the wet sand.
āAnd one more thing,ā Almost immediately Virgilās attention snapped back to Logan, and if the otherās actions hadnāt made him falter, then the pleading and downright saddening look in Loganās eyes did. āNot everyone will be as kind as to return your sealskin to you. Soā¦Be careful to who you trust with your cloak, Selkie. Please.ā
Watching the selkie walk away from him Logan felt a deep resignation settling in his soul until the creature was no more than a speck in his line of sight, a deep sigh rattled his bones as his body slumped. Yet another creature helped, the peace restored and yetā¦it didnāt help the tumbling turmoil that rumbled around in his chest, nor did it ease the painful squeezing his heart experienced every time one of them left. But..even he knew that it was for the best, if they stayed by his side..then things would only get worse and worse for them. So there was only one thing that he could really do right now to ease whatever emotions were arising.
āNow then,ā The smile that twisted on his face felt abnormal even to him as the human whined and whimpered pathetically under his foot as he ground it into the humanās chest slamming him back underneath the waves. āWhere were we?ā
It took hours of scrubbing to get the blood out from under Loganās nails, let alone the fabric of his shirt. In the end, though, only one of those things could be salvaged as his shirt served as fuel for his fireplace when it turned out that he couldnāt get the dark red stains out of the dark blue fabric of his shirt. Which, that in itself was a shame, given that it was his favorite shirt to wear on those off days that he had allowed himself to go to the beach. So it was a shame to watch the flames consume the dark blue material as sat before the fireplace his hair freshly washed and slicked back out of place, heād need to move now that he had exposed himself to the humans on the beach.
āMore running.ā He dourly muttered as he idly stirred his the honey into his tea, letting the spoon lazily drift around on its own before he stopped it with an idle gesture of his hand. āItās to be expected I guessā¦staying too long is always a hazard, especially in such big cities such as these.ā Even so, Logan couldnāt help but to feel a little disappointed, so far this was the longest he had stayed in one of these big cities, and honestly, he had grown to like it a little. The bustling noise of the people doing their daily activities, his neighbors that would occasionally interact with him and include him in their little chit-chat, and the select few creatures that passed him by looking for the occasional favor. He had built up a good life, it was such a disappointment to see it all go.
Ashes to ashes I suppose, I do hope that at least some of the humans here will escape. He mused for a moment, lifting his cup from where it rested on his knee to take a slow and steady sip from the warm contents in the cup. It would be a terrible shame if they all died.
Before the warm liquid could even touch his lips, however, a rough knock rattled through the emptiness of his apartment. And for a moment Logan played with the idea of merely not answering, or just waiting to see if the knocking would simply stop altogether and he could be left alone once again.
āI know youāre in there!ā The voice barked out, the rough knocking going on and on before whoever it was sheepishly added guilt tinging their voice as the knocking softened, only slightly. At this rate, his surprise guest would be waking up the neighbors and earning him yet another noise complaint. āItās meā¦you know from the beach?ā
Within seconds his cup of tea was left abandoned as he darted over to the door, there was no way that the creature could have lost his cloak yet again? Right?
Swinging it open Logan stared almost gobsmacked at the water spirit before him, as water dripped from his hair and down his pale cheekbones that Logan almost wanted to squish together, almost, as a basket dripping even more water was clutched in the Selkieās hands. For the longest moment, Logan had no idea what to say as he just stood there in the middle of the doorframe, barring the selkie from entering. It was only when something wildly writhed around and flopped in the soaking wet basket did Logan seize back, taking just a few steps back in surprise, but even that was enough to allow the selkie entrance into his temporary home, trailing water with each step that he took. It honestly baffled Logan, never before had someone returned after he had done them favors. People were more than happy to leave the chaos deity be after he gave them what they wanted, soā¦what was this water spirit doing here?
As if reading his very mind, Virgil grinned sharply back at Logan, tugging a sopping wet patch of seaweed out of the basket revealing the writhing flopping fish from inside. It wasā¦salmon. āMy name is Virgil,ā The selkie proudly pronounced as he held the basket forward once again, as if expecting Logan to accept the thing, let alone touch it with his two hands. āYou helped me get my skin backā¦so weāre friends now.ā