(Stofftiere) Logan needs you! *has a portal open* come on!
He glares at the lying anon and steps through the portal to go to Logan. “Where is he? Where is Logan?”
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Logan is already having trouble processing what is happening, the moment the light flashes in his kitchen where he’s curled up against the wall, he shields his eyes and lets out a soft whimper (a noise Remus has never heard him make before). The noises are so loud and distracting he does not see that the flash was a portal opening up, nor does he realize who it is that’s come through said portal.
All Logan knows is that his head is on fire, his mind screaming with ceaseless streaming thoughts. It’s horrible and it’s unyielding and no amount of focusing seems to help.
Remus feels his heart shatter when he sees Logan against the wall in what seems to be in pain. When he hears the soft whimper, he damn near snaps in anger at whoever did this, hurting those that he claims as his.
He runs towards Logan and slides to a stop on his knees. “Logan, darling. Sweetheart, I’m here” he murmurs quietly “my bumblebee, I’m here. Can I touch you” he asks, hands hovering over Logan, not wanting to hurt him.
Warmth, concern, fear, confusion, love?
Logan shakily looks up and sees Remus- What happened to you Logan, should I touch you? Is this ok? Who did this?! - “Remus-” He chokes out in shock and reaches out to touch him with a shaky hand. “It’s so loud-” The moment his hand connects to Remus’ shirt and feels hat he’s real, Logan moves forward to bury himself in his chest. “It’s so loud, it won’t stop, so many voices in my head! the songs- the music, Remus he won’t stop playing it- and the- the arguments- stop rehearsing lady! STOP REHEARSING FOR FIVE MINUTES, PLEASE!”
It’s less painful when he can hear Remus…. he’s close so his thoughts are loudest and easier to focus on, but it doesn’t stop how unsettled and afraid he is.
His heart beats fast and he holds Logan close to his chest. “That’s okay, baby. It’s okay, love. I can help you with this. Promise”
He stands up and holds Logan in his arms, carrying him to the couch, keeping a firm hold on him. He doesn’t know why this is happening, but he brushes the thoughts away and focuses on his star.
As he heads over to the couch, he talks about space and random facts, mentally remembering the random images that correlates to it, like the double stars that he saw through the telescope or the milky way galaxy he saw at that one camping trip.
He sits down and holds Logan close to him, making so that both are practically curled up in each other.
The focus on the image to thought really hwlpa. His mind is given mental pictures and he latches onto each as Remus talks. He doesn’t realize they’ve moved, he’s too overwhelmed. So fifteen minutes later when Remus is mid-talking about stars, Logan realizes the other voices have calmed down. “When…. did we get to the couch?” He asks, feeling a mix of confusion and exhaustion.
Remus blinks, mind going blank before slowly processing Logan’s words. “Oh! Uh… about 15 minutes ago, I think?” he offers, his mind going through various thoughts and images, although they all tied back to Logan. That was before it snaps and focuses on Logan in the now when he realizes that Logan sounded quiet and tired.
“Hey… do you want some relaxing tea? I can brew some and we can just chill?” he offers, even as he starts to think about snagging a sweater and a blanket for Logan for added comfort.
“Tea… sounds wonderful and….. a sweater sounds nice……” Logan says, giving away the fact that he had heard Remus’ thoughts. “And you here with me… no… no don’t make regular, decaf sounds good….” He presses a hand to his head.
He relaxes, yet blushes, mentally going ‘Aw, shitty gumdrops, gotta pull a Snape’. He stands up and holds Logan in his arms again, being gentle as he sets Logan down on the counter before starting up the kettle and grabbing some chamomile and lavender. Once the mugs are done and prepped, he goes back to Logan. Throughout this, he was mentally singing the periodic table to himself, needing to focus on something.
He stands on his toes and kisses Logan’s forehead gently “Want some aspirin or an ice-pack?” he asks, hands on Logan’s knees to help brace himself.
Logan blushes at the kiss, but sighs softly. “What is a snape?” He asks. When Remus looks perplexed, he adds, “earlier.. you said you were…. pulling a snape? I am only aware if the children’s book variety…” He looks at Remus and nods. “Aspirin please.”
“Occlumency? Like what Severus Snape tried to teach Harry?” he explains, grabbing some aspirin from the cabinet and handing it to Logan with a cup of water. He finishes the tea and waits for it to seep, coming back with two mugs.
“I mean, since you can read thoughts and stuff? Wait, sweater! Be right back” he blurts out, kissing Logan and quickly going to find that one sweater that Logan adores.
A couple of minutes later, he comes back in one of Logan’s sweaters and the shorts he was previously wearing. He had Logan’s favorite sweater in his arms, along with a blanket. “I’m back! Sorry. Did you take the medicine?”
Logan blanks at the miss, mind blissfully blocked from the thoughts through shock. He blushes and touches his lips. Ah…. yes that is very good, he needs to get used to this. He takes the aspirin and calms, trying to think. He can… pinpoint minds if he tries and it’s a little… odd….“Thank you.” He says when Remus returns. “The fact that I am reading thoughts….. is much better an answer to my predicament than a brain tumour or some other ailment.” He looks at Remus. “Thank you…. for being here… for grounding me.”
He hands Logan the sweater and walks between his legs, hands on Logan’s hips, making it sort of a lazy hug. “I’ll always be here whenever you need me. Promise” he smiles. He cups one of Logan’s cheeks and kisses the other, feeling the need to solidify that promise.
“Lemme go get the tea and set them on the coffee table. I’ll be right back” He does what he said he’s going to do and tosses the blanket over the couch before coming back “C’mon, stardust, lets relax and cuddle, okay?”
Logan nods, his head still hurting but less so. “I believe this is an anon’s fault. They told me they could not change my destiny but ah… it appears they can mess with me.” He sits down and cuddles up next to Remus. “Which is odd…. and hearing people’s thoughts is even more odd.”
He grins and hands Logan his tea, yet cuddles him back. “A lot of things are odd. How do you know you’re not the odd one?” he teases, kissing his cheek “But yeah, it sounds odd. They… haven’t messed with me. Just gave me stuff” he shrugs.
“…you are still too fucking tall” he grumbles a bit “How dare. Insulted” his voice was flat when he said that, as he actually adores the height difference because it makes it all the more fun to pick up Logan and run.
[[ Anonymous said to logical-acts-indefinite-facts: Can you try? (reading sofftiere’s thoughts) they’re right there just focus on them. ]]
Logan fondly hears the teasing banter and for once in his life he doesn’t have to question if it’s teasing because he can hear Remus’ thoughts that it is so he sips his tea and smiles gently. “I like being tall…. I am able to hold you very close with my legs and still have enough arm length to confiscate the television remote to force you to watch nature documentaries.” He laces their fingers together hesitantly. “This… is what couples do right? We are a couple now….. and you have rescued me from the confines of my own skull. And-” But Logan winces. Anon voices are loud and they keep asking him different things and the ame things reworded. “Ah…. the anon which pesters you…. is full of white noise. Almost constant…. ‘hurt hurt hurt’.” He shakes his head. “Remus I do not like this…. ‘gift’…. I do not like hearing other thoughts. Well… except yours… I find I am quite partial to those.”
“Force me? More like pry me away from the t.v. I happen to like watching nature documentaries” he teases, even if it’s true. He unconsciously smiles at the hand holding and was about to answer when Logan winces and mentions the anon.
“Well, fuck them. I wonder how to get rid of this… curse” he frowns, running a free hand through Logan’s hair. “Should I distract you again? I don’t wanna leave you alone in your head with that curse”
“I find I am a little more able to focus with you here. I worry what might have happened had you not come to my aid.” He looks at the tea in his hands. “It was so loud.... I do not wish to hear that again.” He shudders. “But Remus if this remains a thing for a while I do not wish for you to have to deal with it. I can figure this out- NO, I mean it. We might be able to insist the anons get rid of the curse but they have lied to me either way. Some might not have the power to act but others.... do.” He sighs. “I do not want them to hurt you with a.... gift... like they gave to me.”