Logan

I feel it burn inside, burn in me like the rising sun Lifted into the sky, took away the only thing I loved I know after tonight all your power crumbles in my arms So don't worry, I'll be fine, when my life ends, I'll leave this scar

[loganrsterling]

topwitchbitch·:

Looking the other over Talia nodded, running her fingers through her hair as she moved closer to the stranger, “The one on your neck?” She questioned, moving a bit closer to the other to inspect what she might be tattooing, “Well, I’d either make it a part of a piece or tattoo over it, but sometimes the ink doesn’t hold as well and I wouldn’t want to give you a shit tattoo.” Talia stated, reaching out to gently touch the scar, “If you tell me what you got in mind I’ll tell you what I think I can do.” She hummed as she leaned back against the counter, reaching over to take one of the lollipops from the basket on the counter before she slipped the sucker between her lips.  Talia would have offered to use some of her special ink, the one she used on wolves and vampires, but she never tried it on a human before and didn’t want to be liable for whatever may or may not happen to him.

“Mhm.” He mumbled his agreement, reluctantly arching his neck for her to see. It was inevitable if he actually did get her to tattoo over it. Her touch made him tense but he didn’t pull away or reject it, just letting out a sharp breath before forcing his body to relax again. 

“I don’t really have anything in mind. I’ve just spent ten years fucking staring at it and now I realise I probably should have tried covering it sooner.” Logan rubbed the back of his neck now. “Can we just.. try designing something that might hide it?”

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two-fxced·:

When it came to phones, Elliot had two of them actually. He had one that he often changed out. The phone for hunters with everything blocked off so he couldn’t be traced. Well, he could. But the trail would lead you to some frozen hell scape up in Alaska. His other phone was personal. For employees and things relating to the Cafe. Swallowing, Elliot nodded slowly. “Um, y-yeah.” He agreed after a second. Dating wasn’t really his thing. Last time he’d been seeing someone… Well it almost killed him. Killed a lot of him actually. He stepped forwards and pulled out his personal phone. Opening it he passed it over to Logan to put his number in. “S-sure. I work a lot. Not always great at getting back to people right away- But yeah.” He rambled slightly and scraetched the back of his neck. This was odd. Good odd, but still so odd. 

There was a brief, natural grin from Logan as he took the phone, typing in his number and saving it. He called his own number quickly before hanging up and passing the phone back – pulling out his own phone to save the number that had called it. “Me too, don’t worry. I’m patient.” He promised. “We could always set aside a time to get coffee, or something right?” Logan’s actions echoed Elliot’s, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

[loganrsterling]

two-fxced·:

The fact that some people found Elliot attractive was completely lost on him the vast majority of the time. He wasn’t flirted with often and even when he was, it had to be blatant to not just go straight over his head. Little comments missed him. Touches put him off. But Logan went right for it and Elliot’s ears turned red and hot in seconds. He hadn’t been expecting that. Not that it was unwanted. The guy was very good looking. Tall. Dark. Handsome. He literally checked off all three of those boxes. If anything, Elliot would have never assumed the other would give him a second look. A second thought. So yeah, he was surprised and for a second he just sort of stood there. Then he took a long drag off his smoke and breathed out slowly. A dumb little smile still hanging on his lips in the low light of the street lamp. “I, um, than-thank you.” He swallowed and scratched the back of his neck. Clearly nervous but not uncomfortable. “She um, she has good taste.” He attempted to return the complement at least. Make sure that Logan knew he wasn’t shutting him down. No, that wasn’t it. He just didn’t know what to do. Not really.

His eyes darted back to Elliot when he wasn’t totally shot down, taking a deep breath in and letting it out slowly. Thank god for that. With one last pat to Rosie’s head, he straightened up, took another drag of his own smoke and blew it away from them. “Good to know.” He said slowly, more than accepting that apparently flirting did not come naturally to both of them. Not when it was real. “Does that mean I could maybe get your number?” He chanced it, a hopeful expression on his face. 

[loganrsterling]

mxd-dog·:

“Ah,” Casper nodded his head slowly and looked over at Logan. “Blood bag.” He cooed and gave the human a smile. He didn’t care what people did to get there money. Everyone had to eat. Even Vampires. Leachs. Whatever you wanted to call them. Hell, if they wanted his blood, Casper would gladly give it up to them. But that wasn’t what they wanted. Not form him anyways. Mutt blood wasn’t exactly popular. Besides, who was he to judge this guy? No one. “Fair enough. I am sure everyone of those dicks are ready to tae a sip of you.” He flirted easily, his dark eyes scanning over Logan for a second. 

“Amongst other things.” He said, shrugging one shoulder again. Logan did what he had to. It wasn’t glamorous and he was somewhat ashamed, enough to hide it from his family but not enough to be worried about the stranger he’d just bought pot from. The flirting stalled him for a second - he wasn’t good with it being genuine. But maybe if he’d picked up on what Logan was saying... even if it was just free drugs, he could do that. “Well wouldn’t you be?” He recovered confidently.

[loganrsterling]

two-fxced·:

It was good to see Rosie so happy, so upbeat around Logan. Normally, if he was a werewolf, Rosie would have been more caution. Sniffing him out, ears flat, tail up and hair raised. If he was a Demon she’d be right next to Elliot. She wouldn’t move from his side and her stance would have been far more aggressive. Demons where tricky but she often had her tells. Whines. Whites of her eyes showing. Ears back. So the fact that she was nothing but relaxed made Elliot feel more at ease. Logan was probably closer to human. “She is. She’s a hard worker. Much better at her job then most.” Elliot agreed as he reached down and scratched behind one of her ears carefully. He leaned back against a near by tree and watched Rosie trot over to Logan happily as he said her name again. She gave him a sniff and pushed her head into his hand. Elliot couldn’t help but hold a small smile as he watched his dog. She was sweet. She always gave humans the benefit of the doubt. “She likes you.” Elliot pointed out. Smoke leaving his lips as he spoke. 

His shoulders unwound a little when Rosie pushed her head into his hand, eagerly petting her with the free one while carefully keeping the cigarette away. Logan cooed at her and showered her in praise and affection, probably looking lighter and happier while he did. When Elliot spoke, Logan glanced up at him and couldn’t help but smile. “I like her too.” Maybe she was still doing her job even when she was off duty. And damn him, he did want to flirt with Elliot. But it was so much harder to genuinely flirt with someone. Superficially charming clients was easy, this.. not so much. “She’s almost as cute as her owner.” Oh god that was a terrible line. He regretted it as soon as he said it, cheeks flushing and looking away shyly. Fuck, he was an idiot.

[loganrsterling]

ancntstories·:

desta could smell the marijuana on him from where he stood, a small smirk coming to soft lips. there was something underlying that as well, sweat. her smirk melted into a grin and she jerked her head, curls bouncing as she gestured for him to come closer. not wanting to alert him to her presence in his mind, she placed a thought deep in his subconscious using her powers of thought manipulation. she’s beautiful. go closer. i need to be closer. “what’s your name, handsome?” the demoness hummed, leaning against her antiquated porch with an amused look in her eye. “would you like to come in for a drink? some breakfast?” with the lightest wave of her power, she influenced him with more desire. “i love making new friends.”

The thought tickled at the back of his brain and he knew that she was something. Something that he hadn’t met before, as far as he knew but definitely something. He’d been around enough vampires to recognise things that weren’t his normal thought patterns, despite the fact she was trying not to alert him to her presence in his mind. But like the vampires who’d pushed into him with compulsion in the past, maybe he’d get something out of her if he leaned into it just a little. Besides, he didn’t need her influence to know that she was an attractive woman. So he wandered a little closer, toeing the line of danger potentially, he knew. “Logan.” He introduced himself, trying not to worry about how close to the family home he was. “I bet a woman like you makes a lot of friends. I could eat.” Talking to someone was easier when they were potentially someone he could earn some money from.

[loganrsterling]

two-fxced·:

Humming, Elliot wasn’t really sure what to sat to that. He just nodded at the thanks. When he was fourteen he had started smoking an he had no real reason to ever stop. He didn’t expect to grow old or make to a point where smoking would kill him. Something else would long before then. That he was sure of. Beside that, a smoke on a cold night like to night was just about the most calming thing in the world to Elliot. For whatever reason a memory popped up of walking around with Rosie as puppy. That night had been quiet to. Even with him at Elliot’s side. They just enjoyed each others company in silence. He shook the memory off and turned his attention back to Logan. “You too.” Elliot managed a small smile now. It faltered quickly but it was there for a moment. Whatever that counted for he wasn’t sure. “This is Rosie.” He motioned to his German Shepard as she wagged her tail upon hearing her name. “She’s a service animal. Off duty for now.” Elliot remarked. Talking about her was easy. He pat her back as she stood next to him. 

He grinned when she wagged her tail, both of their attentions focused on the dog. “Bet she’s good at her job too,” Logan couldn’t not compliment a dog. “We had a dog when I was a kid but my apartment is way too small to have one now.” He sighed, even though he had brought his current living situation on himself. The human had been the idiot who decided to value getting high over anything else, leading to his father dying and him taking over as family breadwinner. He’d been whoring himself out for ten years, and being a blood bag for almost the same length of time. Logan felt he probably didn’t deserve the company. Which was why he probably shouldn’t try to flirt with Elliot even though he was pretty damn cute. He took another long drag on the cigarette, tipping his head back so he could blow the smoke straight up. He crouched again, wanting to distract himself from the workings of his own mind, offering a hand out to the dog again, “Hey Rosie.” 

[loganrsterling]

mxd-dog·:

Of course, because of his nose, Casper was well aware that Logan was a human. A blood bag for those vampires. So thats why a pretty guy like him was out to get high. Casper couldn’t blame him. If he was seen for hours as a walking, talking meal then he’d wanna be high the whole time too. Pot, honestly, seemed pretty light given what the guy was going through. But, whatever, Casper wasn’t here to judge. He couldn’t. He was off his ass himself. That’s how he functioned. High on smack. What other way was there to live? The others question made Casper smile. He looked up at the taller and crossed his arms over his chest. “Enough. Why? You tryin’ move in on my territory, stretch?” He asked with a slightly amused look on his face. He was clearly joking. No human would last long selling drugs out here. Someone would just kill’em and take the drugs.

Logan laughed, “Yeah that’s what I’m doing.” He joked. “Nah, drugs aren’t what I deal in. I find my clients inside, not coming out the door.” But he found them in other places too. Still, if Casper wasn’t a big time dealer he probably wasn’t the type to be a client. Kind of a shame but it was what it was. Logan put the joints away in his back pocket for the moment, even though it was tempting to smoke one right then and there.

[loganrsterling]

two-fxced·:

“Most people.” Elliot mumbled. “I imagine.” He added with a bit of a shrug as he tapped the end of his smoke out slowly. His eyes followed Logan’s to Rosie and he whistled lightly for her to come over. She trotted over happily and went right up to Logan to sniff him. She didn’t have her vest on and wasn’t working at the moment so he had no issue with her going over and asking for some pets. It was pretty normal for her, even with strangers. “Hum? Yeah, need a light too?” He asked as he fumbled to get his pack out. He stuck his cigaret back between his lips so he could use both hands. It was still a bit of a struggle but he got one out and handed it over to Logan. Slipping the pack into his pocket, Elliot took out a lighter and passed it over to him as well. Rosie wondered back over to him and Elliot reached down to scratch her head as he breathed away from her. “You can keep the lighter. I got another one in the bag.” Elliot offered hoping that he might get the guys name if he came off as kind. “Elliot fletcher.” He offered his name and not his hand. He hated touching strangers. He always had. If he had a name he could hack away easily. Make sure this guy was human and not some suped up monster.

He supposed it was as good a permission as actually asking, crouching a little to coo at Rosie and pet her fur. Dog expectations were different to human ones and so he interacted with her easily, happily until he was being offered a smoke and she retreated a little. “Thanks.” He said easily, putting the cigarette between his lips before lifting the lighter to the tip. With a groan, he inhaled deeply and let out a rush of smoke through his nose. “It has been way too long.” Logan commented with a low chuckle at his reaction to the first intake of nicotine. At least it was a legal buzzing feeling. Although he was tempted to hold out a hand himself, he figured there was a reason Elliot didn’t do it and so didn’t try. Clearly, he didn’t have the same issue with touching strangers – considering it was his whole job. “Logan Sterling,” He replied. Technically he was Logan Sterling Jnr but no one had ever really bothered to introduce him as such so neither did he. “Nice to meet you. What about your pup?” He gestured at Rosie. He’d seen the two of them around before but as something of a loner he didn’t really know who they were.

[loganrsterling]

two-fxced·:

At this point in his life, Elliot was pretty sure he had some level of ADHD. He was either very focused on one thing or he couldn’t seem to stay focused on anything at all. When he rounded the corned, cigaret between his lips, he hyper focused in on a man getting out a car. He had seen him around but not for a long time. To be fair, Elliot normally avoided most people on night walks and tended to stay in his own neighbourhood but Rosie wanted to go a different way. So he followed his dog down the street and watched the man go to his door. It was only as he was passing by that he dropped his keys. Without thinking much about it, Elliot bent down as well and picked them up faster than the other man did. He held out the keys and offered the other a shrug. “Rough night.” He mumbled before plucking his smoke from his lips and blowing out away from the other guy. 

“For which one of us?” He asked with a somewhat lopsided smile. Logan took the keys, thanking Elliot before sighing. “Man, you’re making me crave one of those.” And he was pretty sure he didn’t have any smokes on him. It had been a while since he’d allowed himself to buy a pack. Maybe he’d do better rolling his own. He leaned against the car door for a moment, glancing down at Rosie with a more natural smile on his face. He loved dogs. Or any animal really but his tiny apartment wasn’t really the place for one. He had to fight the instinct to address the dog, instead busying himself by stuffing his keys away. He was pretty sure this wasn’t a potential client he was talking to but he was cute. “Think I could bum one off you?” Logan gestured at the cigarette, as if he wasn’t just shamelessly asking someone who was basically a stranger for something.

[loganrsterling]

stephaniexdubois·:

almost two years have passed since her father’s untimely death and there she was, leaving a single red rose on his grave. again. she tried to do that every day, no matter how much work she had or what she had to go through - she NEEDED to do that. her guilt was not only keeping her up at night, but not allowing her to take a single breath of air without blaming herself for what had happened. they loved her brother, they all loved michael but they had NO idea who he was and what he was like. they all thought he was some rebel, a naughty child…boys will be boys, right? she sat down, hazel hues focused on his tombstone as her vision got blurred by the mascara tears that were running down her cheeks. the girl wiped them off, wondering how her life had gotten that badly? what had she done to deserve that? she pulled out her diary, resting her back against the squeaky clean marble tombstone and started writing inside about her day. sometimes she spoke out loud, as if her dad could hear her. maybe, just maybe, he’d hear the nightmares she still had of michael. maybe then he’d understand it wasn’t her fault, that she had to do it…she had to finally protect herself. a greek tragedy would’ve been kinder to its characters than real life was to stephanie. she only sighed, continuing to write before hearing something. the girl looked around but there was no one in sight. “hello?” the brunette asked, shaking her head quickly after and returning to her diary. she was going insane, that was for sure.

He could have asked if she was still beating herself up over what had happened but Logan supposed he knew the answer from the fact he still felt extreme guilt about his own actions. Not that he really felt their stories were the same. He was guilty, she wasn't – not in his mind. He hadn’t exactly been looking for her but when his walk had taken him to the cemetery he’d had a sense it was because Stephanie was there. Their relationship was somehow both close and not close. Things seemed more intimate when someone had seen you in withdrawal and coming down from some horrendous highs. She looked around but missed him coming up from behind, so he cleared his throat as she looked back down. “Just me.” He said, “Got room for some company?”

[loganrsterling]

mxd-dog·:

Humming, Casper reached into his pocket and pulled out a small baggie of three rolled joints. “I rolled’em last week. They might be a little dry if I am honest. Gonna burn to smoke’em but they’ll still get you high.” He shrugged and leaned back against the wall. “Twenty for the three of them. They got a least a gram in each. It’s a good deal.” He explained. The joints were each rather large and pretty thick. They had a tight roll because Casper was particular about his joints. Why wouldn’t he be? At this point he’d been rolling them for nearly thirty years. If he was still shitty at it that would be just embarrassing. 

He pulled out a thin, ratty looking wallet. It was his personal one. Pulling out enough to cover it, he stuffed the thing away again and nodded. “You’ve got a deal.” As long as they got him high. What he wanted to ask was why was a wolf waiting outside a vampire club. Maybe he had clients just like Logan. At least, the human was pretty sure that was what he was. He figured if he was human, he’d be inside right? Logan hadn’t met too many werewolves so he couldn’t exactly pinpoint signs of one but it was his best guess. Since he could have been completely off base, he didn’t actually ask. “You pick up many deals out here?” He asked instead.

[loganrsterling]

makeyoufall·:

Leaning back in her seat in the diner Athena looked over the papers in front of her.  A lot of thoughts had been plaguing her mind since the murder, but she knew being a PI would be the best option to keep she and Kai under the radar and one step ahead on the game.  Taking a sip of her coffee she sighed as her hair fell into her face once again as she tried to look for a good building to be her base of operation for the time being.  Looking around the diner she frowned, cocking her head to the side as she saw someone more to pass her table, “Excuse me.” Athena stated, holding her hand out to try and slow the other down, “I know this is really random, but do you have any idea what part of town would be the best place for a new business?  I’ve been looking for a couple months now and I’m utterly lost in this town.”

Embarrassingly, a sex act had been what paid for the bag of carry out food he was holding but at least she didn’t know that much. Logan instinctively shrugged before rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess it depends on what kind of business. But I can’t say I know much about real estate or all that junk.” The most he’d done was go hunting for the cheapest apartment he could find. It was sort of like living in a closet at times. “You got a map? I guess I can try to point out some key places.”

[loganrsterling]

ancntstories·:

“you are both so amazingly gorgeous and lovely,” desta complimented two men, her body in the doorway of her home as the two stood facing her on the porch. she kissed both of them, her touch so searing that each was left lingering in a daze. “thank you for walking me home from the club last night my pretty, pretty boys. i hope you had a great time with me.” stepping back, her hands raised to shoo them, a mischievous look in her dark sparkling eyes as a bright smile highlighted her cheekbones, nimble fingers spinning the lavender silk robe that loosely covered her body. they both still seemed kind of in a daze, but began to leave her sight as she busied herself with stepping forward onto her porch, beginning to refill her birdfeeders with seed. suddenly, she felt a presence again, not yet looking up to see who it is. “can i help you?”

Logan shrugged one shoulder, “Just wondering what the deal was.” He commented. But he was probably a little too close to home to make fishing for a client comfortable. It was why he maybe looked slightly better dressed than usual, or at least – he was in an outfit that wasn’t all black. There weren’t any stains to worry about hiding when he was visiting home. 

Usually he drove there but his car needed some serious cleaning on his end and some airing out before it could go near home. Both because of the pot he’d smoked and because of the sex he’d had in the back seat. No one at home needed to know about that. The scene unfolding had just happened to catch his eye as he walked past, headed back to the crappy apartment that wasn’t really home but was where he lived.

[loganrsterling]

mxd-dog·:

Glancing up, Casper could’t help but be slightly impressed by the human that he found in front of him. He was gorgeous. Tall, and even in this low light he could tell those eyes were the perfect mix of green and brown. Standing up a little straighter, Casper plucked the cigarette from between his lips and tapped out the end. “Got everything.” He assured the human. “Smack, pot, coke, crystal, molly, mushrooms, acid.” Casper listed them off easily. “Got good stuff and cheap stuff. What are you looking for?” He raised an eye brow at the other. New customers were always good. The supernaturals in this town seemed less and less interested in drug use. Which was a real pain in the ass for Casper. He had to eat after all.  Had to make enough money to pay rent and unlike humans Vampires weren’t willing to pay for his blood. In fact they’d probably pay not to drink his blood before they ever drank it. 

“Don’t want to go too crazy.” He’d tried everything in the cocktail list of drugs that Casper had rattled off, “Some pot’ll do me for today. Cheap. I don’t work here cause I’m rollin’ in it.” Logan said with a shrug. At least he’d be mellow and relaxed. Best way to be whether he found clients or not. “What’s your best offer?”

[loganrsterling]

Logan got out of the car he’d just parked with a sigh. He always felt a little dirty when he visited home and then got straight to work (or attempting to) after. But he’d just dropped off any money he had so it was time to make more. He had a shift a little later on at the Crimson King’s Club but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make a few bucks beforehand.

Looking around, he tried to see if he could spot any regulars, or anyone who seemed interested. You’d be surprised where you could pick up clients. He seemed to have a particular knack for finding them. Apparently in that moment he also had a knack for clumsiness, fumbling his keys and immediately dropping down to pick them up. Yeah, that was sexy alright. Not.

[loganrsterling]

topwitchbitch·:

Talia leaned on the glass window outside her tattoo shop, the green neon sign outside the shop lit up behind her as the sunset, casting half her body in a green hue.  Closing her eyes she took a drag from her cigarette as she waited for the drunks and stupid teenagers to come rolling in to get their flash in the pan tattoos.

Pushing her hair out of her face she, blue eyes scanned the block, stopping on the person walking towards her shop.  Taking one last drag of her cigarette she tossed it to the ground, stamping it out with the toe of her platform boot, “Evenin’,” she greeted, flashing them a kind smile, “can I do you for anything?” The blonde questioned, wondering if they were looking for a tattoo, pixie dust, or someone to warm their bed hang out with.

It had definitely occurred to him that for someone who was supposed to be sending all their money back to their family that he occasionally did some dumb shit with it. Like buying drugs, or booze. Or walking into a tattoo parlour. But last night’s trick had paid big bucks. It had been a bad night in one sense, but he was walking away with enough money that he didn’t feel too bad about splurging.

Logan nodded at her slightly, “Evening. Was wondering how you’d go about tattooing over a scar of mine...” The car accident had left plenty. The split in his eyebrow was hardly noticeable but he had a more visible one on the left side of his neck, and a couple more that hid beneath his clothes. Luckily, the effort he put into maintaining his body otherwise seemed to be enough for his clients to overlook the scars. That, or they liked them which was entirely possible.

For him, they were a terrible reminder of what he’d done.