🍻-- Meditation, breathing, visualizing friendly smell and objects - all techniques to quell himself when the rage began to boil over and blind him. Remembering how to breathe like a person. To soothe the animal inside of him. The one that he tried to chain and keep on a tight leash. The animal that couldn't take a hit without hitting back; the animal that craved blood and violence. The animal that, perhaps, had already existed before it was drawn out into the open. But here, he didn't seem to be affected by that. At least for now. He hadn't quite felt that sort of blood-red rage take him yet no matter how mad he got.
Somehow it was a comforting idea. To think that, maybe, that part of him wasn't anything to do with the Thomas Logan inside of him. He didn't know if he could deal with being that close to the man. Seeing his face in the mirror every day was bad enough.
He took a deep breath.
The salt of the sea filled his nostrils.
The tea house by the sea was a more tangible comfort. They opened early in the morning, stayed open late in the night. He was able to breathe. To sit and soak in the early morning: the salt on the wind, the birds, the still-rising sun. It was relaxing. Peaceful. Definitely more peaceful than most mornings. It reminded vaguely of his time in Japan. Both with Itsu just after the war, then with Mariko later on. Sunlight glinted off of the water. Was this what it could have been like if he and Mariko had made it to the altar? Maybe…
Logan slowly poured himself another cup. He savored the gentle, earthy flavor as he looked out the window. The tea wasn't half bad either.
@chenshixianyou // starter call
