𝑠𝘩𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. gaze finds the ceiling above as exposed skin flourishes with the comforting scent of—— 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽. he engulfs her and there’s solace to be found in this, despite racing mind. her lips quirk as chandelier above reflects a million sacred rainbows of flourishing fresh light. everything in the stilled fraction of time is seemingly 𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 : her boyfriend, angel. the beginnings of a new sunrise. the lavish hotel room. ( thanks to the worthington name, no doubt, she could never afford such a suite ) thᥱ momᥱᥒt. but per usual laura finds herself all doom and gloom. turning onto her side finally she presses her forehead flush against his chest wanting to will her eyes to close ...... but they won’t. previous 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘺 clings vividly, and so laura 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜.
𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙮, alongside him. but this nights sleep was different. instincts thrumming and mind fleshing out 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 meanings behind intricate imagery. usually the 𝚆𝙾𝙻𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙴 would find herself self internalizing but after the ( fifth day ) of similar scenes in her sleep she yearns to soothe the ache of approaching danger. but now that her mind was set, there was 𝗻𝗼 stopping her. as her small frame comes to a pause before the large glass window overlooking a bustling chicago cityscape laura presses her forehead into the cool glass. she knows he’s awake and aware too .... acute senses and all. reaching over to their nightstand she finds the bottle of whiskey she’d started the previous night and flicks off the top carelessly. talk about a 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘-𝑚𝑒-𝑢𝑝. lips find the bottle taking a hefty guzzle. lifting her arm to wipe her dry and now whiskey soaked mouth. “ i keep dreaming about him, ”
she begins, morning rasp clinging to her feminine alto. “ charles. ” pushing off the glass, she lifts the bottle to take another sip. she is logans clone afterall—— for laura this is 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 coping. “ i think he’s trying to tell me something. or a ..... vᥱrsιoᥒ of him. ” the thing about universes & timelines & versions: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬. finally she looks over to him. sprawled out and as 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 as ever. @vuotriste ——𝑭𝑻. 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳 .