#lamoltitudine

[hopeslastchxnce]

“ i had to do that… just once. “ ( from logan, if you're feelin' it )

send in “ i had to do that… just once. “ for the sender, having learned that the receiver might no longer be in their life (due to a pending deadly mission, moving to another country, etc.), to suddenly approach the receiver and pull them in for a passionate kiss, revealing their unspoken feelings for the receiver in the process.

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆  ||  @lamoltitudine

          His  relationship  with  Logan  was  difficult  to  put  into  words.  Their  very  first  meeting  resulted  in  Logan  grabbing  him  by  the  shirt  after  Charles  told  him  to  'fuck  off'.  He'd  soon  learn  very  quickly  that  Logan  was  equally  stubborn  as  him.  No  matter  how  many  tantrums  Charles  threw,  Logan  put  his  feet  up  upon  the  table  refusing  to  leave  until  he  knew  the  future  was  secured.

          Charles  avoided  him  as  best  as  he  could  in  the  beginning,  being  petty  in  ways  that  only  seemed  to  amuse  Logan.  Slamming  doors  in  his  face?  Logan  would  just  laugh  and  push  his  way  inside  anyway,  snatching  up  Charles'  wine  bottles  and  just  being  an  overall  nuisance.  Once  or  twice  Charles  snuck  out  of  the  house  only  for  Logan  to  fill  the  empty  seat  next  to  him  at  the  bar,  which  was  how  this  whole  'hanging  out'  thing  began.

          ❝Why  are  you  following  me?❞  Charles  snapped.

          Logan  shrugged.  ❝My  future  is  in  grave  danger  and  yer  the  only  one  who  can  help.  If  you  get  yaself  killed  now,  then  you  won't  exist  in  the  future  to  help  me  become  a  better  me.  Or  something.❞

          Charles  merely  rolled  his  eyes  at  the  time,  but  he  knew  it  was  pointless  to  argue.  Logan  would  merely  smirk  that  irritating  smirk  of  his  and  slide  a  bottle  closer  to  him.  Just  one.  Logan  never  let  him  get  drunk  which  was  another  annoying  thing,  but  Charles  supposed  it  was  better  than  nothing.  Thus  began  their  evening  strolls  to  the  bar.

          Logan  was  a  man  of  few  words,  and  so  was  Charles  these  days.  It  seemed  rather  shocking  to  Logan,  who  commented  on  more  than  one  occasion  how  he  wasn't  used  to  the  silence.  If  Charles  wasn't  threatening  him  telepathically  about  his  smoking  habits,  he  was  always  challenging  him  to  open  up  more  with  his  words.  Or  coaxing  him  to  teach.  The   teaching  part  actually  made  this  Charles  laugh  out  loud  because  Logan?  A  teacher?  The  idea  had  young  Charles  in  fits  but  unbeknownst  to  him,  it  was  probably  a  welcomed  reaction  from  his  surly  friend.  After  all,  Logan  had  yet  to  see  the  younger  counterpart  genuinely  smile,  laugh  or  do  anything  to  denote  he  was  capable  of  feeling  joy. Logan  would  be  the  first  to  bear  witness  to  such  a  rarity  while  Charles  would  find  himself  begrudgingly  admitting  (  in  the  long  run  )  that  maybe  Logan's  company  wasn't  so  bad.  Just  not  to  his  face.  God  forbid  Logan  find  out  that  his  lack  of  propriety  in  most  instances  had  morphed  into  something  of  an  endearing  quality.  Charles  was  taken  with  him  and  he  guessed  he  understood  why  his  older  self  kept  Logan  close.

          Each  night  they  would  return  to  the  mansion,  the  stairs  were  climbed  in  silence  with  Logan  allowing  Charles  to  go  first.  It  took  time  for  Charles  to  work  it  out,  but  he  eventually  concluded  that  much  of  Logan's  antics  had  a  lot  to  do  with  the  man  worrying  that  the  serum  would  wear  off.  Should  Charles  fall,  Logan  could  catch  him  and  the  thought  shed  even  more  light  about  his  wolverine  friend.  Beneath  all  of  Logan's  antics  was  a  GOOD  MAN,  and  THAT'S  the  man  his  older  self  always  knew  existed.  Good  people  weren't  always  packaged  in  tailored  suits  and  sweet  smiles.  Sometimes  the  best  people  had  thorns  on  the  outside,  but  only  those  willing  to  endure  a  bit  of  pain  could  find  the  smooth  within.  Ugh  he  hated  his  powers.

          On  this  particular  night,  they  were  in  the  midst  of  their  routine.  They  went  up  the  stairs  quietly  and  walked  down  the  hall.  Charles  stopped  before  his  bedroom  door,  hesitating  to  go  inside.  Behind  him  stood  Logan,  who  had  opened  his  own  door  across  the  hall  but  didn't  venture  inside  just  yet.  Charles  could  feel  him  watching  him  and  that's  when  he  finally  spoke  up  quietly.

          ❝I  will  help  you,  Logan.  I  can't...  promise  much  of  anything  where  Erik  is  concerned,  but  I  will  do  my  part  all  the  same.❞  Charles  turned,  facing  him  even  though  he  felt  awkward.  He  didn't  know  why  but  musings  for  another  time.  ❝The  longer  you  stay  here,  the  more  I  worry  you  are  putting  your  life  at  risk.  If  what  you  explained  to  me  holds  true  then  you're  merely  a  creation  of  Kitty's  mind.  You're  here,  but...  not  really.  If  something  happens  to  your  other  body,  you'll  be  stuck  here  and  I  know  you  have  people  who  will  miss  you.❞    ...like  me...   ❝My  other  self  is  lucky  to  have  someone  like  you  by  his  side.  We  are  so  stubborn  and  stupid  at  times,  but...whatever.  Tomorrow.  We'll  plan  to  free  Erik  tomorrow.❞

          Logan  looked  absolutely  floored,  but  Charles  didn't  plan  on  giving  him  time  to  respond.  He  turned  away,  pushing  open  his  door.  Just  as  quickly  he  was  grabbed  by  his  forearm  and  jerked  around.  Charles  looked  confused,  but  he'd  get  his  answer  in  the  form  of  two  hands  cupping  his  face,  drawing  him  in  for  the  last  thing  he  expected  from  Logan.  A  kiss.  Fiery.  Hungry.  And  completely  all  consuming.  Charles'  lips  parted  for  a  slight  gasp  to  escape,  but  he  was  met  with  tongue  and  it  was  delicious.  Arms  fell,  wrapping  around  his  lithe  body  which  melded  into  Logan's  own  with  ease.  Charles  kissed  him  back,  earning  an  approving  sound  as  his  telepathy  wrapped  them  both  in  a  feeling  that  had  both  their  heads  reeling  from  the  intensity.  Only  when  lungs  were  bursting  with  a  need  for  air  would  lips  part,  breaths  mingling  as  they  panted,  trying  to  catch  their  breath.  Big,  blue  eyes  watched  Logan  with  a  hunger  and  longing  he  was  forcing  down  with  each  passing  second,  replacing  it  with  that  confusion  from  before.

          ❝...m'sorry,❞  Logan  muttered  quietly.  ❝I  had  to  do  that.  Just  once.  I  needed  to---❞

          Charles  pushed  forward,  attacking  his  lips  again  briefly.  ‹  Shut  up.  ›  He  clung  to  him,  drinking  his  fill  of  Logan's  mouth  until  his  own  needy  groan  forced  him  to  snap  out  of  it.  Breaking  the  kiss,  he  stumbled  backwards  into  his  own  door.  One  of  them  had  to  leave  or  else...  He  bid  Logan  a  quiet  goodnight  before  quickly  closing  the  door.  However,  unbeknownst  to  Logan,  Charles  would  sit  on  the  other  side  of  it,  leaning  back  against  hard  wood.  He  couldn't  sleep.  Not  after  that  ---  and   was  likely  to  be  up  all  night  wondering  how  life  got  so  screwed  up... 

[hopeslastchxnce]

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆  ||  @lamoltitudine​  ||  s.c.

          ❝Why  is  it  that  every  time  you  and  I  go  out,  SOMETHING  goes  horribly  wrong?❞  Charles  sat  down  on  the  staircase,  scowling  at  the  male  seated  next  to  him.  It  was  a  pretty  night  and  while  Charles  would  have  enjoyed  a  distraction  like  an  evening  walk  about  the  city,  he  had  a  feeling  it  would  be  more  of  the  same  without  his  telepathy  steering  the  course.

          ❝ I’m  not  blaming  you  for  the  guy  tossing  me  on  my  ass  last  time,  but  geez.  I’m  a  delicate  flower  easily  broken.  You  gotta  take  better  care  of  me  or  you’re  no  better  than  Hank.❞  And  he’s  not  being  entirely  serious  for  once.  Did  he  enjoy  being  tossed  across  a  room  by  some  strange  homo  sapien?  No,  but  he  also  couldn’t  deny  that  SOMETIMES  Logan  could  be  interesting  company.  His  personality  could  use  a  lot  of  work  in  the  people  department,  but  then,  Charles  wasn’t  exactly  a  ray  of  sunshine  these  days  either.  Maybe  their  budding  friendship  was  a  match  made  in  heaven.  At  least  Logan  was  willing  to  stand  down  when  asked.  Someone  else  he  knew  would  have  killed  them  all  anyway.

          He’s  quiet  a  moment,  looking  towards  the  sky.  After  a  while,  he  felt  the  need  to  ask  something  that’s  been  on  his  mind  for  a  while.  ❝Do  you  have  a  family,  Logan?  Or  is  everyone  kind  of  all  over  the  place?  Is  that  why  you  stick  around...  because  everyone’s  gone?❞

[ltcmdrdax]

BIOSHOCK SENTENCES.

PROMPT,   accepting.

↳      ❛  the reward will become clear in time: be patient.  ❜ ( from worf )

nose scrunches as attention shifts fully to  ( @lamoltitudine​ ),   brow furrowed as as she lets out a scoff,   “are you implying i’m impatient,  worf?”   an elbow extends,  aimed and intended to only offer a glancing blow against his ribs.   “i’m incredibly patient!”   her implied argument to the contrary is aired almost immediately,  carrying enough indigence that the fact that speed with which jadzia notes the exception is mildly embarrassing.   “usually,  i’m usually incredibly patient.  right now i do have to admit i’m a little too excited for genuine patience.  happy?”     

[hopeslastchxnce]

❝  just give the word and i’ll kill every one of them.  ❞ ( from logan )

FOR THE “YOU CAN KILL ME BUT DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM” DYNAMICS

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆  || @lamoltitudine ( LOGAN )

          𝑻𝑯𝑬  𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫  𝑯𝑨𝑫  𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫  𝑨  𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻  𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑳  𝑰𝑵  𝑻𝑯𝑬  𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑻  𝑫𝑬𝑪𝑨𝑫𝑬,  for  change  was  inevitable.  But  the  kind  of  change  Charles  always  hoped  for  wasn't  exactly  happening  and  if  it  was,  it  certainly  didn't  seem  that  way.  He  and  Logan  had  been  minding  their  own  business.  Perhaps  it  wasn't  a  good  idea  to  go  out  for  a  drink,  but  Charles  had  promised  Logan  his  fill  if  he  would  escort  him  outside  of  the  mansion  for  an  hour  or  so.  Walking  wasn't  a  problem  for  someone  who  traded  his  powers  in  exchange  for  his  legs.  He  knew  Erik  hardly  approved,  but  Erik  was  his  past  and  Charles  was  going  to  do  whatever  silenced  the  voices  and  brought  him  peace.

          ❝Wait.  Hold  up.  I've  seen  you  before.❞

          That's  how  it  started.  A  couple  of  guys  surrounded  their  barstools  and  it  was  all  downhill  from  there.

          ❝Guys,  listen  to  me.  We  are  just---❞

          And  then  he  was  cut  off.  Grabbed  by  the  collar  and  tossed  to  the  other  side  of  the  bar,  Charles  hit  the  floor  with  a  soft  thud.  He  wasn't  hurt  ---  not  really  ---  but  he  could  feel  Logan's  anger  filling  the  room.  It  sent  chills  down  his  spine,  prompting  him  to  scramble  to  his  feet  rather  quickly  to  prevent  a  disaster.

          ❝Logan,  wait!❞

          By  then,  Logan  had  nixed  his  cigar  and  was  on  his  feet.  Anyone,  save  for  a  drunken  fool,  would  have  known  better  than  keep  this  up,  but  they  were  just  that  --- drunken  fools.  Logan's  expression  was  equally  as  telling  as  the  thoughts  filtering  into  Charles'  head.  He  could  use  telepathy  to  force  Logan  to  stand  down,  but  he  didn't  force  Erik  and  had  no  idea  if  he  would  have  that  day  in  Cuba.  He  wasn't  going  to  force  Logan  either.  It  was  only  right,  but...  

          But  Logan  hadn't  moved.  Save  for  glaring  about  the  room  and likely  debating  which  one  to  gut  first,  he  stood  still  looking  to  him  as  if  Charles  was  supposed  to  have  the  answer.

          ‹ Just  give  the  word  Charles,  and  I'll  kill  every  one  of  them. ›

          The  thought  filtered  into  his  head  with  Logan  waiting  silently,  like  a  watch  dog  poised  to  heed  its  master's  command.  That  wasn't  the  extent  of  their  relationship  (  though  he  couldn't  speak  for  the  Charles  Logan  knew  in  another  time ),  but  it  felt  strange  knowing  that  he  currently  had  the  power  of  life  and  death  on  his  tongue.

          And  make  no  mistake  ---  these  guys  probably  deserved  to  die.  Filtering  through  their  head,  Charles  uncovered  many  heinous  acts  they've  been  apart  of.  From  hurting  other  mutants  to  just  being  downright  AWFUL  homo  sapiens,  if  Erik  could  see  this,  he'd  kill  them  on  the  spot.  And  maybe  some  AWFUL  part  of  Charles  wanted  them  to  pay  too.  Maybe  some  part  of  him  wanted  to  watch  as  Logan  ripped  them  to  shreds.  To  give  the  word  and  watch  as  someone  he  was  learning  to  trust  tear  them  all  apart...  He  had  a  feeling  he  might  find  some  sick  pleasure  in  the  sight,  but  the  old  Charles  wasn't  as  far  gone  as  he'd  led  people  to  believe.  His  big  blue  eyes  lowered  to  the  ground  while  he  shook  his  head.  The  naive  pacifist  within  won  out  again.

          ❝You  know  I  cannot  let  you.  It's  fine.  Let's  just  get  out  of  here.  I  will  freeze  them  if  need  be.  I've  enough  strength  to  get  us  home.❞

[agaetir]

          〝   i did believe that letting go of the bifrost that day was merely a way of  leaving the ones that never cared  .  .  .  〞

        〝      but was i truly  wrong  ?  i  called  for you in the hold of the mad titan  &&  his children  &&  you never  answered  .  so what was it  ?  did they find a  blind spot  from the great all-seeing heimdall ?  did you decide i simply wasn’t worth the  trouble  after all those years  ,  perhaps  ?  or was it fa        odin  ,   who stopped you  ?  〞

                        @lamoltitudine​          bones  ,  imagine dragons  .

[loudquiet]

     "     𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 , 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 . i put another one of these in me and it’s gonna be you who’ll have to be in charge of getting me home , and that’s ,     “     he licks his thumb , gives it a moment to feel for the passing breeze before letting it thump back down onto their table ,     “     a fucking long ways away .     “ 

@lamoltitudine​ // sc

[ordinariums-a]

@lamoltitudine​ cont. from here !!

was that -- 

steven pulls out of his own head for a moment; eyes falling over the newcomer with awe. scott. scott lang; he’s -- he’s the avengers guy !! the guy in the rogers musical; the guy-- didn’t he-- didn’t he help bring everyone back ?? steven thinks back to the musical; it’s the only thing that he’s actually seen, usually he spends his life under a rock. but not even he can miss the events had had transpired in recent modern times.

and he’s glad. he keeps marc down; despite the pressure in his head building, and he manages to get to his feet.    “    holy shit, yeah. you’re the avenger guy. yeah, no, you go, mate. channel your inner bfg and all that, right ?? thank-- yeah, and thank you.    ”    this isn’t a win; steven hasn’t handled anything. but at least he’s still fronting. 

[bastxrdsisgone]

"I did warn you not to trust me."

Working with other wasn't something he did. He'd worked with the Avengers before, but that had been something he preferred not to think about. Now that he was back in New York again he was content with working on his own. Until a certain mutant decided to make a visit. A part of him was hoping that whatever Howlett was there for it would be quick and that he would leave as quick as he arrived. Nothing yet, but he knew that at some point he had to leave the city. Until then, he had made a point of avoiding him. Tonight things changed. Marc had hoped their paths wouldn't have crossed but between the body on the ground and the blood dripping from his crescent darts and the other's claws, crossing paths was the least of his worry. "You're welcome, by the way. Maybe this is a sign it's time to leave."

@lamoltitudine​ // logan howlett