A step longer than the distance between us (1 part)
Logan Howlett ( comics books version) x tall fem reader
Sometimes the opposite gives notes of contradiction and non-standard. Calmness, pleasant intonation of voice, care, but tall stature and insecurity.
That's how you could be described, if anyone could describe you. From your early days as an X-Man, you drew attention because you were 6'1" tall, but that also gave you a certain grace. The concern, that look that gave a slight touch of calm to the person you were talking to, the way you leaned forward and tilted your head, that habit of listening intently to someone.
Logan watched this, your smell, your manner of speaking, your gestures.. He remembered your first meeting with him, because when he was again annoyed with Scott and hurried along the corridor of the estate, he bumped into you, out of habit, unceremoniously said a couple of swear words, you only looked at him worriedly and tilted your head to the side and apologized for it. This gesture is in his memory, the pleasant smell of vanilla and a friendly look with a hint of uncertainty.
This rude mutant didn't really talk to you, he didn't need to, but he asked for details. For example, evening, it meant that he could hear the rustle of the book you were reading.. Warm slow rain, it meant a walk in the open air to forget about worries.. Daisies, it was when you went to the forest after training and collected them, and then these flowers could be in a vase near the balcony of your room..
It was Friday, classes were over and training too, Logan wanted to have a drink at the bar, maybe start a fight there. Oh, the bar was his favorite, Logan ordered a whiskey drink, another, another, and another. He didn't care about the hangover, having a healing factor. 12 o'clock at night, Logan returned to the estate and saw the light in the kitchen. He opened the door and saw you making herbal tea, your floral print nightgown fluttering as you walked. You looked up and only modestly said without judgment - "hard day?"
What did you put your cup of tea on and mumble - "insomnia, there are nights when I can't sleep.."
Logan nodded, these were rare moments when the two of you chatted outside of the mission, training or some other topic. You paid attention, always noticing the small details, that he was irritated by something and without pressure you placed a cup with a calming brew next to him, which usually helped many and taking the cup with your tea you left. Logan looked at the cup and then at your tall figure who surrendered and then hesitantly took it sniffing the brew first and tasted it, it tasted pleasant, something like peach and some other healing herbs, which gave a multifaceted taste.
