For the prompt thingy- if you want to, 27: āIām going to die. Iām going to die with an absolute idiot!āĀ with roman or Logan saying it, please?
"In my defence-" Roman starts, trying not to experience amusement alongside his panic as living vines bind them to the tree "-I did warn you that the imagination could be uh..." he looks up at the tree with a frown "...difficult to control."
Logan's face lingers in a glare, which does nothing to ease the situation but still brings some level of satisfaction to Roman. "Just let me concentrate," he sighs, closing his eyes. He pictures dead vines, lifeless, were never alive before.
The grip slackens, before he drops the few inches to the forest floor. Carefully, he rubs his sore wrists, frowning at the red indents similar to rope burn. That will surely bruise.
"Roman!"
He looks up to see Logan still struggling with the vines. Biting back a grin, he clears his throat. "Just a minute, I need to recharge-" he lies. Maybe Logan should've thought before calling him an idiot.
