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still crazy about these two btw (from lookout landing)

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ONE TREE HILL APPRECIATION WEEK day four: favourite minor character: logan evans

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𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙮 + 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙣 + 𝙇𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣

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LOGAN MICHAEL EVANS

Il est né le 13 mai 2008 de l'union de Clay Evans et sa femme Sarah. Mais alors qu'il n'est qu'un nourrisson, cette dernière meurt d'un AVC soudain. Ce drame aura de lourdes conséquences en particulier sur son père Clay qui en sera si bouleversé qu'il effacera involontairement de sa mémoire son fils. Logan sera alors confié à ses grands parents jusqu'à ses 6 ans l'âge auquel son père retrouve enfin la mémoire et décidera de ne plus jamais abandonné son fils. Logan grandira alors entouré de beaucoup d'amour de la part non seulement de Clay mais aussi de sa belle mère Quinn James qu'il considère rapidement comme sa propre mère. Ayant pratiquement le même âge il se lira très vite d'amitié avec le fils de Nathan, Jamie et aussi Chuck Scolnik. En grandissant Logan devient un charmant jeune homme qui conserve son regard mystérieux, il est aussi téméraire et sportif. Au lycée il fera d'ailleurs partie de l'équipe de basket en tant que Co Capitaine et partira après son diplôme tenter de devenir pro avec son cousin. Mais alors que Jaime abandonne soudainement la ligue pro, Logan lui poursuit sa passion ce qui lui vaudra à seulement 22 ans de devenir meneur des Chief, à Charlotte. Depuis trois ans il vit entre Charlotte et Tree Hill où il passe dés qu'il peut voir ses parents, sa petite sœur et ses amis notamment Sawyer Scott de qui il est très proche également depuis qu'ils sont petits. Il est aussi très proche de Nathan qui est en quelques sorte devenu son mentor dans sa carrière. A Charlotte il a une petite amie, Grace depuis quelques mois qu'il n'ose pas encore présenté a sa famille. La NBA lui tend les bras également et pourrait bien faire de lui l'une de ses plus jeunes recrus.

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MILA SARAH HALEY EVANS

Elle est née le 10 juillet 2014 à Tree Hill et est la la fille de Clay et Quinn Evans. Elle porte le prénom de sa tante et marraine mais aussi celui de la femme défunte et mère biologique de son grand frère, Logan. Très vite elle montre une intelligence rare et c'est à sept ans que ses parents apprennent qu'elle est surdouée. C'est comme ça qu'après avoir sauter deux classe et seulement 14 ans elle s'apprête à faire son entrée au lycée et rejoindre toute la bande dont elle est la plus jeune. Ils ne se privent d'ailleurs jamais pour le lui rappeler. Mais même si Mila adore passer des heures le nez plongée dans ses bouquins, en secret elle cultive une autre passion, la musique notamment la composition de chansons. Elle joue d'ailleurs du piano grâce à sa tante Haley qui lui a appris jeune mais aussi du violon. Surnommé « Milou » par tous, elle a pourtant beau être un petit génie elle n'en reste pas moins une tout jeune adolescente avec ses fragilité et peut parfois faire preuve d'immaturité. Elle est aussi très sensible et un brun naïve. Elle tient ce coté fleure bleue de sa mère et voudrait vivre une belle histoire comme ses parents et les gens qui l'entourent. Elle a d'ailleurs en cachette depuis longtemps un petit faible pour Mel McFadden qui a un an de plus qu'elle et donc déjà un lycéen.

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Clinn seashell, Livjor flowers, Callendar babies

Clinn Prompt: Seashells

“Are you sure Mom will go for this?” Logan’s voice rose above the sound of the whistling ocean breeze and Clay grimaced over his shoulder at the eight-year-old. “I thought she hated the ocean as much as I used to.”

“How can any son of mine be so cynical? Where’s your sense of adventure, Wolverine?”

“I must have left it in Raleigh,” the boy teased. “Grandma never did understand my obsession with superheroes, you know.”

“That explains why I had to teach your Mommy all about the good things in life,” Clay smiled reminiscently. “I still don’t know how I got her to marry me.”

“How are you going to get Mama Q to say yes then?” Logan wondered out loud, but Clay just took a deep breath and kept dropping the trail of seashells from the bucket he was carrying.

“You’re supposed to be helping, buddy,” he complained. “Where do you get your sass, huh?”

“Pretty sure the answer is Mommy again,” Logan grinned. He fell back to take in the seashell trail from a distance. “Where does this lead anyway?”

“To the shore,” said Clay, pointing at the lapping tides. “Right over there is where your Mom and I sat talking all night soon after we first met. After moving to Tree Hill it’s no wonder I never missed Dr. Alvarez anymore, we could talk about anything and everything from the very beginning.”

“That’s either adorable or disturbing,” said Logan frankly. “If you hadn’t quit on Dr. A, you might have got me back sooner.”

“Also true,” Clay admitted, shivering at the guilt that sent a tingle down his spine. He beckoned Logan closer and the boy skipped forward, carefully avoiding the shell trail in their wake. “You know I can never apologize for that enough, don’t you? I love you, kid.”

“I know.” Logan gave his father a quick hug, then stared back at the shells. “How much further? We’ll run out of shells at this rate.”

“No we won’t,” said Clay, stopping just out of reach of the tide on a sheltered corner of the beach. “It was right here.”

“How can you know that exactly?” Logan mused, stepping just out of reach of the lapping waves. “The whole beach looks the same to me.”

“Fall in love out here and I promise you’ll be able to tell the difference,” Clay insisted. Then he and Logan stood watching the sun setting, anticipation setting his heart on fire like the flaming orange skyline.

“You’re awfully smiley tonight,” Quinn commented later that night at the look that hadn’t left Logan’s face all day. “I know my cooking isn’t that special, what am I missing?”

“Oh nothing,” said her son coolly, but his deep brown eyes still twinkled with secrets. “Just waiting for Dad to get home, we had plans tonight.”

“That’s great,” said Quinn affectionately. “I kept telling him that you would find your groove with no trouble despite the time apart.”

“You kind of rock, Mama Q.” Logan shoved his empty plate away and moved around the table to give her a hug. “Thanks for being our Jean Grey.”

“You’re welcome,” she said fondly. “I’m pretty sure I’m the lucky one to have such an epic squad.”

A little while later

“What’s with the sudden need to go outside?” Quinn muttered as Logan tugged impatiently on her arm. “Don’t you have a bedtime? It’s getting dark.”

“Are you scared?” Logan teased. “Please come, Mama Q, I want to show you something.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Quinn sighed, letting herself be dragged along the shore. Logan surreptitiously followed the trail of shells he had laid earlier, wondering if Quinn would notice. Clearly, she didn’t, because her gasp when they stepped into a stretch of sand sheltered by rocks was audible over the thrashing waves.

Clay stood at the water’s edge, patting a checkered picnic blanket down on the sand as she approached. Logan let go of Quinn’s hand and raced down the sloping sand towards his father. “How did I do?” he asked, accepting Clay’s high five with a grin.

“Fantastic,” said Clay, but his eyes were locked on Quinn. “Surprise,” he added softly.

“You certainly have,” Quinn whispered, an awed lump already swelling in her throat. “What is all this?”

“I know you already said yes to Logan’s power ring,” Clay began, eying the glow-in-the-dark ring still nestled on her finger. “But I wanted to do something a little more romantic. So, with a little help,” he gestured at Logan who beamed proudly; “I thought why not bring our journey back to where it all began?”

“Wow, Dad, I think she’s crying already,” Logan giggled when Quinn’s eyes began to glisten instantly with unshed tears. “Nice work!”

“Of all the life lessons, Wolverine,” said Clay with laughter dancing in his eyes. “The one even I still don’t understand is why happy girls cry as much as sad ones.”

“Rude!” Quinn snapped, punching him lightly in the arm. “You just surprised me, that’s all.”

“That was the idea,” Clay beamed at her and in truly clichéd form, Quinn’s knees wobbled when he took her hand to get down on one knee. “I might have set the bar when I promised to fall insanely in love with you,” he began, stroking her slender fingers as the tears began to slip down Quinn’s cheeks in earnest. “But you deserve bigger and better than a plastic ring in a tent.” He dropped her hand for a second to pull a small box from his pocket and Quinn could feel her fingers trembling with anticipation. “Quinn Alexandra James, the only gift big enough to repay you for the way you fixed my heart is eternity.” Logan reached for Quinn’s hand to hold it steady, and she looked at him through a haze of tears. “I realize I come with a package deal,” Clay added, shooting the six-year-old a sideways glance. “But I wouldn’t have made it this far without your beautiful heart guiding the way. Will you marry me?”

“Open the box, Dad,” Logan urged his father impatiently and Clay popped the ring box open. Quinn’s gasp was drowned out by a wave crashing against the sandy shore and she shivered. Logan followed her anxious gaze to the water and took her hand again. “Immensity never has to be scary again,” he pointed out. “We can face it together forever if you say yes.”

“Yes, of course,” said Quinn, then her knees buckled and she crumpled on the damp sand right into Clay’s waiting arms. “I love you so much.”

“And yet you’re still crying,” Clay laughed, wiping the tear tracks from her cheeks. “Please tell me those are happy tears.”

“Of course they are, silly.” Then she looked down at the diamond on her finger. “It’s beautiful, honey.” Quinn followed Logan’s gaze to the Green Lantern power ring nestled in her fist. “Part of me is actually going to miss the green ring,” she sighed affectionately and tousled Logan’s hair. “As far as I’m concerned your son beat you to the proposal.”

“Have I seriously been up-staged by a six-year-old?” Clay gasped in mock-despair. “I suppose I should be glad you respect the power ring. It’s not going anywhere, you know.”

“Neither am I,” Quinn promised. “Maybe we can find a way to fit the diamond on the power ring somehow. It makes me feel like a badass.”

“That’s the dorkiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” said Clay in an awed voice. “It should not be possible to be this in love.”

“Insanely in love,” Quinn murmured, folding Logan into one arm as she leaned towards Clay’s eager lips. “That’s a promise!”

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» Virgo mother, Libra father and Gemini son

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