put your hands into the fire

Logan Donovan. 28. Bodyguard.

[reinaxmorales-blog]

Reina pouted a little as he stopped smiling, that wasn’t supposed to happen, Logan was supposed to be as happy as she was. If dancing was going to stop that, dancing could wait. “I dance all the time, I don’t need to dance here too-” Reina stopped talking when she watched his ball land in fifty, her eyes widening as she turned to him. “No. Fucking. Way.” She looked between him and then machine, a tiny grin coming over her lips. “Do that again!” Reina giggled a little, holding out another ball. 

[logan-donovan-blog]

"I can try,” he said, ever so modest, although inwardly he was pretty content with himself. He still had it - well, at least mostly. He didn’t dare go for the hundred, they were tricky and he didn’t want to blow his chance of getting her a nicer prize than a chewy piece of gum. So he played it safe, rolled the rest of the balls into the fifty points hole and collected the tickets the machine spit out as a reward. “Here you go.” Holding them out to her like a gentlemen, he smiled. “Let’s see what you can get for these. It probably won’t be much, but-” He scratched the back of his head and shrugged apologetically.

[isabella-galvani-deactivated201]

Anyone who knew Isabella knew she was an ambitious, competitive young woman. She’d entered one of the most competitive professions in the world and was studying at one of the most competitive surgical programmes in the country, so was it really any surprise that she was a massive fan of competitive sport? More so, baseball, hockey and swimming. She was on her swim team in high school and in college.

Today was a day for baseball though, and she had been looking forward to the outing for weeks. She hadn’t needed to pay for the tickets as she was a close friend of the people who ran the stadium and her father had a good relationship with the corporations which were involved, which is why she only went for treats and left donations after seeing the games, as to not take advantage of the situation.

She was meeting up with an old family friend Daniel, who also had Italian roots and was visiting Chicago for a few days but so far he was twenty minute late and the game was soon to start. Isabella looked to Logan. “Sorry for making you wait around endlessly” she told him, offering him a sweet, apologetic smile.

@logan-donovan

[logan-donovan-blog]

"It’s alright.” Hands in his pockets, Logan scanned the crowd for about the hundredth time, not because he expected a threat, but simply because he felt more than uncomfortable being here. This was definitely one of the days when he hated his job the most, wanting nothing more than to just walk away without a word, not just from the stadium, but Chicago altogether. Was this guy she was waiting for just a friend or was this a date that he’d have to witness from the side like the goddamn third wheel? He hadn’t dared to ask, and anyway, it was none of his business. He was just the bodyguard, the one who was only needed on the off chance that things would go south. Quiet, expendable, in the background.

The best part was that the guy still hadn’t shown up, letting Isabella wait for nearly twenty minutes already without a word. It didn’t particularly increase Logan’s mood. “So...” he began after another five minutes of pointlessly standing around, “Your, uh, friend - did he say he was gonna be late?”

[isabella-galvani-deactivated201]

The apartment building looked ahead of them, standing tall and secure. A wash of relief came over Isabella. She felt herself exhale, relaxing into Logan’s side. “Home” she murmured. She carried on walking, very aware of Logan’s silence, but not particularly alarmed or worried by it. She felt weirdly comfortable in it’s grasp. As they passed the doorman, he expressed his thanks that they were safe and mostly unharmed.

Isabella stopped walking a few metres before the elevators to cough. Her throat was red raw and quite painful, and crying earlier hadn’t helped it’s condition at all. She needed a shower. She needed a warm blanket and…fuck she wanted a drink. She wouldn’t though. No. She wouldn’t fall down that hole again. But this was just the situation which she felt drawn to the bottle. She was never more thankful to have Logan in her presence as she was in this moment. 

Once upon their floor, which was solely set out for just the two of them and their apartments, Isabella heard herself exhale. Once she was behind her door, she was safe. But she didn’t want to let go of Logan. His presence was calming and secure. “Can you stay with me tonight?” she asked quietly.

[logan-donovan-blog]

Logan didn’t need much time to think about Isabella’s request before he gave her a nod. “I think that’s best, yes.” They’d already seen what kind of people the blackout was luring out of their houses, and while the lock on Isabella’s door was battery operated and thus provided as much safety as on any other day, the bodyguard still didn’t like the fact that the city lay in darkness. The thought of leaving the blonde to herself for the rest of the night was paired with a bad feeling in his gut, and if he couldn’t be sure that she’d be fine, he knew better than to just walk away. He’d trust his instinct here and hope to god it wasn’t too clouded by the feelings he was still denying. 

[reinaxmorales-blog]

“I fully expect to be disappointed, don’t worry.” Reina told him while grinning a little, shrugging. “I am, at least, I’m trying to, I don’t know if we will because honestly if we want to you’re going to have to be so much better at this than I am. That or we’re going to need to dance and something tells me that you’re not super into dancing.” She grinned bouncing beside him excitedly. “I believe in you!” She told him as she waited for him to throw the ball. When it landed in zero she gave a tiny giggle, looking over at him innocently, “That’s okay! I was kinda expecting you to be secretly really good, but it’s honestly just as fun to totally suck at this together.” 

[logan-donovan-blog]

"Hey, I’m working on it.” The grin on his face faded as soon as she brought up dancing, which had never and would never be his thing. At least she already assumed as much. “Yeah...that’s not really for me. But if you want to give it a try after this, I won’t stop you.” Logan picked up another ball, fixating his gaze on the lane in front of him. He figured there were far more unpleasant things than watching a cute girl at the dance machine. The ball landed in the fifty and Logan wasn’t all that surprised, at least it didn’t show in his expression. He was quickly getting familiar with this particular lane.

[conserved]

Tyler Blackburn.

[jacksondonovan-blog]

Jackson: …Wait, girls leave their bras when they have a one night stand? What the fuck? Wouldn’t they like… notice they’re not wearing a bra when they leave…?

Jackson: Take to heart that my brother thinks I make girls cry for fun? I will.

[logan-donovan-blog]

Logan: They don’t care about leaving a bra behind if they’re in a rush to get out and can’t find it, I suppose. Any other questions about girls or their underwear while we’re on the topic?

Logan: That’s a good start, at least you’re taking something to heart. Baby steps.

[jacksondonovan-blog]

Logan: So you think I’d actually ask you to play the delivery boy for a simple one night stand?

Logan: She’s a nice girl.

Logan: Don’t make her cry or anything.

Jackson: You have a girl’s phone in your apartment, what am I supposed to expect?

Jackson: …I’m not gonna dignify that with a response.

[logan-donovan-blog]

Logan: Not that? It’s a phone, not a bra.

Logan: As long as you take it to heart.

[jacksondonovan-blog]

Logan: Thank you. I’ll send you the location.

Logan: Also for the record, I did NOT sleep with her.

Jackson: I totally believe you, brother. Absolutely.

[logan-donovan-blog]

Logan: So you think I’d actually ask you to play the delivery boy for a simple one night stand?

Logan: She’s a nice girl.

Logan: Don’t make her cry or anything.

[jacksondonovan-blog]

Logan: The best kind, important but not unpleasant.

Logan: Remember that girl I mentioned? Reina? Her phone’s at my place and she needs it pretty urgently, so I might have told her you’d bring it to her since I can’t.

Jackson: Oh, so the kind of favor you volunteer me for without asking. Cool.

Jackson: Fine, but you owe me.

Jackson: For the record, I am NOT getting into the habit of being your delivery boy every time a random girl forgets something on a walk of shame.

[logan-donovan-blog]

Logan: Thank you. I’ll send you the location.

Logan: Also for the record, I did NOT sleep with her.

[logan-donovan-blog]

@jacksondonovan

(text message, Jackson): Hey, you still have that key to my apartment, right? I need a favor.

[jacksondonovan-blog]

Jackson: Depends. What kinda favor?

[logan-donovan-blog]

Logan: The best kind, important but not unpleasant.

Logan: Remember that girl I mentioned? Reina? Her phone’s at my place and she needs it pretty urgently, so I might have told her you’d bring it to her since I can’t.

[logan-donovan-blog]

@jacksondonovan

(text message, Jackson): Hey, you still have that key to my apartment, right? I need a favor.

[logan-donovan-blog]

(phone call, Reina): “No, that’s great, just tell me where and I’ll let Jackson know. He’ll be happy to help reunite you with your phone.“

[reinaxmorales-blog]

(phone call, Logan) “Fantastic! I will be eating pizza and patiently waiting for him then. Thanks a lot, and tell him I said thanks too. I mean I’ll tell him myself, but still.” 

[logan-donovan-blog]

(phone call, Reina): “No problem, Reina.”

[logan-donovan-blog]

(phone call, Reina): “Don’t worry, we’ll figure something out. Actually…I might have figured something out already. Would you mind meeting up with my brother?”

[reinaxmorales-blog]

(phone call, Logan): “Your brother? Um, no that’s fine with me. I don’t want to put him out or anything though. I’m about to grab some pizza, do you think he’d mind meeting me there?” 

[logan-donovan-blog]

(phone call, Reina): “No, that’s great, just tell me where and I’ll let Jackson know. He’ll be happy to help reunite you with your phone.“

[logan-donovan-blog]

(phone call, Reina): “Yeah, sorry, you were already gone when I noticed it. Look, I wouldn’t mind bringing it to you, but I’m kind of…unavailable right now.“

[reinaxmorales-blog]

(phone call, Logan): “It’s not your fault, I wasn’t smart enough to bring it with me when I left. Okay… Um… Right so… Do you know when I might be able to get it then? Because I’m a little bit fucked without it. Not that that’s your fault or anything, I understand having shit to do.” 

[logan-donovan-blog]

(phone call, Reina): “Don’t worry, we’ll figure something out. Actually…I might have figured something out already. Would you mind meeting up with my brother?”

[logan-donovan-blog]

(phone call, Reina): “Hello?”

[reinaxmorales-blog]

(phone call, Logan): “You have my phone! That’s really good because I kinda need it. For work and life and stuff.” 

[logan-donovan-blog]

(phone call, Reina): “Yeah, sorry, you were already gone when I noticed it. Look, I wouldn’t mind bringing it to you, but I’m kind of…unavailable right now.“

[reinaxmorales-blog]

It had only taken all of about ten minutes for Reina to realize that her phone was gone, unfortunately for her she was also on the subway. Grumbling under her breath she went to the nearest payphone as soon as the train stopped tossing a few coins into it. After dialing her number she hummed quietly into the phone, hoping that someone would pick up, even if to just let her know where to find it. 

@logan-donovan

[logan-donovan-blog]

(phone call, Reina): “Hello?”

[bookofendings]

Slow your breath; unclench your fist. Even in sleep you are ready for war.

The Golden Wing (via bookofendings)