#sinixito

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"Cocoa it is then," she smiled. Standing again, she forgot about the closet, not really wanting to pressure him into talking or defending himself. She made her way into the kitten, heating the kettle and nodding toward the fridge, "Dinner's in there. Anything else I can do for you?"

Logan walked quietly behind her as she led him to the kitchen. Taking a seat at the table, he ran a thumb over the wood, distracting himself from thinking about anything in particular. He almost didn’t hear what she said until he snapped out of the daze. As he turned to look at her, he shook his head, “No, thanks. I’m not…extremely hungry…so please don’t take it wrong if I don’t eat much…”

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Stretching out her arms, she glanced up at him with a warm sort of gaze. "Already had my share. How about I make you some cocoa to go with it, yeah?"

He looked down at her and sniffed before running a nervous hand over the back of his neck. “Yeah…that’d be great. Thanks.” He paused a moment as he looked back into the closet. Mouth opening slightly, he was about to justify his situation before he thought better of it and nodded.

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A sweet smile curved her coral lips and Sin slid down the wall to sit by the doors. She thought carefully about her words before speaking. "It's a nice closet... lots of warm blankets and stuff. I used to just go in the linen closet to nap when I was little. Uhm... seriously though, I... I ordered something to eat for when you want to come out. I'm not gonna force you, or anything."

Sliding a hand over his face, he let out a lengthy sigh. Dropping his hand into his lap, he stared again at the crack of light. “You…um…” he paused, knowing it was childish to remain crouched in that tight space for the duration of the conversation. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to stand, feeling the effects of sitting for such a long time. He slowly opened the door, peeking out and finding Sin on the floor. Trying to act as dignified as possible, he cleared his throat. “You didn’t have to wait for me.”

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Sin knocked softly on the closet door, leaning against the wall beside it. "Hey... Is everything alright in there? You've been in there for a while... Can I get you something to drink at least?"

Logan looked up in the dark at the tiny slits of light trying to peek through the cracks in the door. Rolling his eyes at himself, he shook his head, drawing his knees in closer to his chest as he sat on the floor of the closet. “I’m…I’m fine,” he called through the door, feeling suddenly very foolish for choosing this place rather than another to calm down.

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"I am okay. I'm just... happy you're here," the brunette explained slowly. Casting her gaze to the side, she tried to think of a way to explain what she was feeling. "Feels safer with someone to keep the furniture from attacking."

He let out a laugh and looked around the room before nodding. “Fair enough,” he smiled, “Although, perhaps you should invest in some non-lethal furniture…”

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"I'm so glad you're here."

He looked down at her and a slightly worried expression spread across his features. “What’s wrong?” he asked, pulling back to see her better, “Are you alright?”

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The brunette moved across the room, hearing Logan come home after quite a while. Sin was upset, moving down the stairs she simply threw her arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug. "Hey..." She whispered with a cracking voice. (( I NEEDED TO HUG HIM BECAUSE THAT POST WAS TOO SAD))

Logan slipped through the door late at night, being careful not to make too much noise in case Sin was asleep. To his surprise, though, she suddenly came flying down the stairs and wrapped her arms around him. He let out a little surprised laugh and pulled his arms around her in return. “Hey,” he smiled, “Wasn’t expecting a welcoming, committee…” He paused. “You alright?”

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'fading to dust'

{Send me ‘Fading to Dust’ for my muses reaction to watching yours die right in front of them.} It all happened so fast. They were in a car, laughing and without worry. It was one of those rare and cherished moments that he could forget about his troubles and lose himself in. Pulling up to the bookstore, he got out and waited on the sidewalk, not knowing that he would forever regret his decision to not go over and help her out of the car. He had turned his head for a second, just a second, but that was all it took. He knew that was how it worked. A second could make all the difference in the world, and he had forgotten, until now. Glancing back at her, that’s when it happened. A car came careening around the corner and the last sensation Logan felt was his body tensing in indescribable fear; his body lurching forward and his lips parting to give out a warning, but it was too late. All sound was muted; he never heard the car make contact with her, he only saw the look on her face as she realized a split second before impact what was happening. He didn’t hear the screech of the tires as the driver tried to swerve much too late, Logan only watched her glide through the air, rolling gracefully to the side until she dipped below his view; obstructed by his own car. He didn’t feel anything after that, only numbness. He paid no attention to the driver skidding to a stop and getting out of their car to look back at the damage. His eyes were locked on the still, crumpled body, sprawled awkwardly on the road. In slow motion he ran to her side, dropping to his knees and knowing in his heart what his head wouldn’t acknowledge. There was no life left in her. Her dark eyes stared up at the sky and remained as stationary as his own. He couldn’t admit it to himself what had happened. It was as if the reality of the situation had yet to catch up with his body. His eyes were seeing it, but he didn’t dare believe it. Still, there was a part of him that knew, and he took her hand gently in his and held it tight. Through his senselessness, he could barely feel the contact between their hands. In that moment, he couldn’t be sure if he was clinging to her for her benefit or his own. He knew she was gone, there was nothing he could do except stay with her. He wasn’t going to leave her side. In the distance, the wail of an ambulance drew near, and was the first sound to register with him. All at once, the blow finally hit him and his eyes welled with tears. Lifting his spare, shaky hand, he closed her eyes for her, as if she was only asleep. His breath began to catch in his chest and he pulled her to him, cradling her in his arms. His chin wobbled as he leaned towards her head to press a kiss to her forehead. “I’m so sorry…” he choked out in a strangled whisper to her.