[ 📱  ￩  𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 ]    okay. I’m on my way.

𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 '𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞   even   as   logan   pushes   herself   from   the   couch ,      screen   ALIGHT   with   the   last   few   incoming   texts      —      she   knows   her   messages   had   concerned   clara ,      if   the   other   woman’s   response   had   served   as   any   TRUSTWORTHY INDICATION .         [   however sorry you may be for the asperity of your tone ,      dipping your intentions in   SUGAR      &      HONEY   would serve neither of you well .      there’s only  ONE WAY  you can allow this to go ,      &      neither of you are going to like it .   ]         front   door   is   drawn   open ,      clara   barely   ascending   the   front   steps   just   as   her   headlights   had   indicated   she   WOULD BE .

❛    y'know   ...    ❜        can't help the concern on his face ,  glancing over the array of weaponry ,  currently spread across the table like scattered documents in an office .        ❛    this seems like a lot .    and I mean ,  a lot ,  a lot .    this is comin’  from a guy who’s friends with a space - assassin .    ❜

is eager to join this farfetched Earth mission ,  though .   Peter owns technology advanced enough to assist and ease Frank in his search and rescue   ...   though ,  from the looks of it ,  Star - Lord’s certain there’s very little  " rescue "  involved in this particular operation .

❛    remind me who you’re up against    ?    ❜

@revnnt​​​​  sent :     ❛  03 . 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 .

[   𝟏𝟏   𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬      |      𝐄𝐓𝐀   :      𝟏𝟎:𝟐𝟖𝐏𝐌 .   ]      11   minutes   to   turn   around ,      to   rationalize ,      to   CHANGE HER MIND .      inner   voice   is   anything   but   silent ;      goading      &      PESTILENT   in   its   very   nature      /      only   two things   in   her   life   had   ever   TRULY SUPPRESSED   that   voice      —      hospital - grade painkillers ,      &      clara elizabeth wilson .      former   had   stepped up to the task   in   the   ABSENCE   of   the   latter ,      a   CUSHION   at   the   very   depths   of   the   RABBIT HOLE .      such   a   safety net   spreads   so   very   THIN   over   what it hides ,      WITHERING AWAY   ‘til   the   truth   is   all   that’s   left .         [   she’s been consuming your thoughts ,      hasn’t she ?      that face is where your mind goes during  EVERY  short moment of vulnerability .      are you really doing this ?      selfish .      fucking  SELFISH .         (   IT IS SELFISH .   IT IS .    BUT IT’S SO ,     SO HUMAN .   )   ]         when   logan   presses the button      &      sends   the   car   SETTLING INTO PLACE ,      when   the   door   opens      &      closes   behind   her ,      when   fist   RAPS   ‘pon   the   door   without   second thought . . .      SHE DOESN’T KNOW ,      &      the   moment   the   house’s   front   door   cracks ,      NONE OF IT MATTERS .      

BEGINNING OF HER NAME    reaches   the   woman’s   ears   in   that   VOICE   so   FAMILIAR      &      LOVELY ,      only   for   logan   to   STEAL THAT VERY WORD   from   her   love’s   lips .      hands   find their way   to   the   side   of   clara’s   face      &      GRIPPING   the   sweater   fabric   ‘pon   the   woman’s   shoulder ;      kiss   URGENT ,      DESPERATE   to   convey   the   grief   of   every   moment   lost .      EVERY UNRESPONSIVE SECOND   is   a   chip   in   her   heart ,      &      she’s   quite   sure   it’s   about   to   shatter   as   the   clara   moves   to   WITHDRAW .      logan   gives   no   fight ,      though   ringed hand   finds   itself   in   blonde   hair ;      BEGGING   clara   not   to   distance   herself   further .         “   please . .   ”         [   (   please forgive me .      please let me in .      PLEASE STILL LOVE ME .   )   ]

@revnnt​​​   said :     “  𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 ,  𝒉𝒖𝒉 ? ”

𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 ,    cheek  nuzzled  ‘tween  bicep    &    forearm .    she’d  become  LOST IN A SEA OF BLUE  nearly  an  hour  ago ,    logan  reluctant  to  break their gaze  in  fear  that  such  a  thing  would  shatter the reverie  they  had  found .    THOROUGHLY  kissed  lips  rise  at  those  words ,    short  breath  reminiscent  of  a  laugh  toppling  from  them !      “  soft as cashmere .  ”      hand  raises ,    black - tipped  fingers  delicately  PRESSING  a  few  strands  of  blonde  from  her  love’s  forehead .    thumb  lingers ,    drawing  QUIET  &  IMAGINARY SHAPES  into  clara’s  temple .      “  . . .  but you sound bothered ,  ”      she  murmurs ;    a  finger  tracing  downwards  ‘til  thumb  settles  at  the  HEIGHT  of  the  revenant’s  bare shoulder .      

@revnnt​​​​​  said  :     “  𝒅𝒐 𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ?  ”

“   oh   —      oh ,      no .      uh . . .   ”         head   shakes ;      soft ,      awkward   chuckle   slipping   past   her   lips .      brief   trips   to   the   fire   station   have   become   practically   COMMONPLACE   in   her   schedule   throughout   the   past   two weeks ,      logan’s   occasional   presence   being   easily   explainable   as   the   NECESSITY   of   obtaining   paperwork   or   performing   a   consultation .         [   for all the   ‘ BUSINESS ’  you claim to mean ,      those eyes of your have found   FAR TOO MUCH TIME   to linger ,      haven’t they ?   ]         

@revnnt​​​  said :   “ 𝒊 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆. ”

{  ONE NEW VOICEMAIL :  → 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 .   }    contact   attached   to   the   RED BADGE   draws   such   wariness   ‘pon   the   woman’s   features ,      logan   staring down   at   the   phone   CLUTCHED   ‘tween   her   fingers   with   trepidation   as   thumb   hovers   over   the   screen .         [   you haven’t talked to her in . . .      what ,      TEN DAYS ?      not since your visit to the fire station ‘pon haught’s request     —      nothing beyond small   back - & - forth’s   through text ,      even then being  IMPERSONAL      &      brief .   ]         pad   of   logan’s   thumb   presses down ,      phone   lifted   as   clara’s voice   begins   to   FILL HER EAR .      she’s   missed   it      —      OH ,      GOD ,      SHE’S MISSED THAT VOICE .      voicemail   ends   FAR   sooner   than   she’d   anticipated      —      merely   a   brief ,      URGENT   few   words   that   TAPER OFF      /      as   if   the   other   woman   had   decided   that   her   message   was   TOO CRITICAL   to   relay   over   the   phone .         

@revnnt​   said :    “  𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 . ”

𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 .      beautiful   isn’t   a   word   people   use   to   describe   her ;         it’s   an   affection   meant   for   SOFTER   people ,      for   coy   women   with   charm      &      tongues   of   silk      —      ones with bright eyes      &      an   aura   belonging   to   the   HEAVENS .      logan   has   NONE  of these things ;      she’s   abrasive ,      TOOTH      &      NAIL    ;         solving   her   problems   by   allowing   them   to   devour   her .      the   only   ‘ BEAUTIFUL ’   she’d   ever   consider   herself   lays   in   the   SPLENDOR OF HER TRAGEDY ;      but that’s not what clara sees .      logan   can   SEE   it   in   her   love’s   eyes ,         [   those beryl hues that seem to look  beyond  the walls you’ve so assiduously built over the years   ] .      flush   that   warms   logan’s   cheeks   is   a   FOREIGN   feeling   so   forgotten   in   its   long  absence ,      color   akin   to   the   RIPEST OF STRAWBERRIES   as   it   unfurls   ‘cross   her   features .         “   ridiculous    ,   ”         brunette   corrects ;      though   the   genuine   FERVENCY   in   clara’s   tone   is   enough   to   put   a   sliver   of   doubt   in   logan’s   own .

“   —   i look ridiculous .   ”         in   reality ,      it's   FAR   from   true ;         the   black   dress   she's   donned   suits her well ,      seemingly   in   a   condition   that   suggests   it's   NEVER BEEN WORN   before .      even   though   she's   sitting ,      fabric   draws   affectionate   ATTENTION   to   where   it   drapes   'round   her   middle   while   the   low   neckline   surely   does   her   UNSPOKEN   favors .      dark hair   is   only   partially   pinned   at   the   back   of   her   head      —      the   entire   image   being   a   FAR   more   feminine   one   than   logan   is   ever   partial   to .     gaze   falls   back   t’wards   the   glass   of . . .      red   wine         [   since  WHEN  do you own red wine ?   ]         resting   ‘pon   the   table ,      logan’s   fingers   wrapping   ‘round   the   stem      &      raising   it   IDLY ,      though   making   no move   to   drink .         “   but i didn’t figure jeans      &      a bare face would really be appropriate for . . .      WHATEVER  this is ,   ”         she   vaguely   gestures   towards   the   table   adorned   with   a   BOTTLE OF WINE      &       . . .      take - out .      logan   harbored   NO   intentions   of   welcoming   clara   into   a   flat   reeking   of   smoke      &      BURNT FOOD ,      which   made   the      ‘ to cook or not to cook ’      question   a   far   easier   one   to   answer .     the   laugh   that   topples   from   rosily tinted lips   is   a   GENUINE   one ,      if   not   a   bit   bashful .         “   this whole thing is ridiculous ,      to be fair   —   i don’t even like wine .   ”         if   it’s   even   POSSIBLE ,      the   color   in   her   cheeks   RIPENS FURTHER ;      eyes   seemingly   avoiding   clara   as   if   she   knows   all too well   that   a   glance   would   send   her   slipping   HOPELESSLY   further   into   the   chasm   of   ENAMORMENT   she’d   already   found   herself   lost   in .