Victorious

NAME: Golden Retriever Behaviour

RINGTONE: Shameless - Camila Cabello. Purely because Logan had the nerve to be soft, sweet and obedient, then still make Lucien want him like he had no self-control whatsoever.

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LAST TEXT RECEIVED: I didn’t sleep much without you.

LAST TEXT SENT:  I know, sweetheart. I’ll be back soon. Try and rest for me, yeah? You’ve been good. Let me take care of the rest. xox

His expression softens at Logan's heartfelt admittance, and he can't help but press another soft kiss to the top of his head, his cheek, and the curve of his ear - anywhere he can reach without disturbing their comfortable positioning. "I'm thankful for you too, truly. I did not think I would ever have something like...this."

Logan snorts at Cen's forwardness and he sneaks a sidelong glance with a wicked grin. "So do I." But the memory of that anger, and how Logan managed to at least work around it, even if sometimes it didn't work out that well, he tried so hard to make things amicable. And look where they are now. In a gorgeous orchard the King owns, having a picnic with said monarch, kissing him, touching him, holding him, loving him.

What a world to live in.

"Really?" Logan asks, genuinely curious why Cenred didn't think of himself as a man who could have whatever he wanted when it came to love. But then again, as he thinks it over, the thought sends a shiver up his spine, not wholly unpleasant but it wasn't a great feeling either. Perhaps he just answered his own question as he arches an eyebrow and pushes past the weight of it all. He didn't want to bring any of their time down with lead strapped to their ankles.

The compromise is good, cause he knows she aught to go home and get some rest. He couldn't imagine working as a nurse or doctor, he simply didn't have the stamina for such long hours. But then again, what did that say about a man used to hunting humans on missions days or even weeks long out in the harsh wilderness? He smirks imperceptibly to himself with a shake of his head at where his thoughts had wandered and soon enough, or too soon, she lets go of his hand with a soft squeeze once they emerge from the stairwell.

@vallorouslly bared their pretty throat : [ LAVENDER ] sender lays their head in receiver's lap and closes their eyes.

‘Come here, sunshine.’

Aftercare was important, even if Lucien refused to make a speech about it. The room was warm, curtains drawn, restraints already tossed aside with very little ceremony and a glass of water placed within reach because Logan had a habit of forgetting he possessed a body after a session. ( Sweet thing. Completely gone when he wanted to be, and somehow surprised when Lucien noticed. ) Typical, really. Give him a bit of intensity and suddenly common sense wandered off to find someone less dramatic. The scent of lavender oil lingered on his hands, soothing enough, though he’d never say that aloud unless tortured and even then he’d lie for sport.

‘There you go.’

Logan’s head settled in his lap and Lucien looked down at him with quiet amusement, fingers sliding into his hair almost automatically. It wasn’t often he allowed someone to fold into him so easily, but Logan had worked his way into that rare little category of exceptions through sheer persistence and a truly ridiculous amount of affection.( Huh. Look at him. Peaceful for once. Wonders never bloody ceased. ) Eyes closed, breathing slowing, all that sunny nonsense finally dimming into something softer. His thumb brushed near Logan’s temple, slow and careful, checking him over without making the whole thing obvious enough to be accused of fussing.

‘Water in a minute, love. Don’t argue with me, you’ll lose.’

The words were light, though there was little room for debate in them. Aftercare wasn’t optional, especially after Logan had trusted him with that much of himself. Lucien had never been careless with trust once it was placed properly in his hands, however much his mouth tried to convince the world otherwise. ( Purlease. He had standards. If he was going to be tender, he could at least be stylish about it. ) A blanket was drawn over Logan’s shoulders, tucked enough to keep him warm without making the whole thing feel like some dreary little hospital routine. Fingers returned to Logan’s hair as if they had merely paused, smoothing through it with the same steady rhythm.

‘You did well.’

Praise was given without fuss, because Logan needed to hear it and Lucien was not so stubborn that he would withhold something that mattered. Well. Not always. He had his moments.( There was something satisfying about it, though Lucien would rather choke than make it sound precious. ) Blue eyes remained lowered, watching the shift of Logan’s breathing, the faint colour in his face, the way he seemed content to stay exactly where he was. He liked knowing Logan could come back to him like this, trusting him enough to be the hands afterwards alongside the voice during.

‘Very well, actually. Annoyingly so. Keep behaving and I’ll become impossible to live with.’

A faint grin followed as his fingers moved lazily through Logan’s hair again, warmth settling into the space between them. The session had taken plenty out of him, that much was obvious, and Logan being quiet was always a sign worth paying attention to.( Good. About time the little menace let someone else do the work. ) Usually he filled space with light, jokes, touch, anything to keep the world from noticing where he hurt. Now he was simply there, head in Lucien’s lap, eyes closed, letting himself be looked after without turning it into a performance. Lucien leaned back, one hand still in his hair while the other reached for the water.

‘Sip.’

A pause.

‘That was an order, before you try making it cute.’

She moves away for a moment, opening cupboards and drawers to gather supplies with the rapid efficiency of one entirely familiar and at ease with her surroundings: although she was new to this practice, each doctor's office was very similar to each others. "You're lucky, I don't think you're going to need stitches. I'm going to clean the wound and bandage it again, you'll need to keep it clean and dry for a couple of days," she explains, as she pours a generous amount of antiseptic liquid onto a cotton pad.

She'll be easy to watch over time, she'll be easy to keep track of in all honesty for this contract. Eyes wander lazily over her motions through the room, how at ease she is and how familiar. It must feel good, having that comfort with what you do with your life. Not like his, where he has to adapt to each contract depending on what he's hunting. Witches, though, well, they weren't as common as other beings were. Vampires were easy, relatively speaking, werewolves not too bad either. But he hasn't hunted a witch in a long time.

Not saying he can't do it, but he can definitely hone in a craft for it. She'll give him ample practice. As long as he can stay objective.

"It's nice to meet you too. Always good to meet the new doctor in town." Which he meant, really, the cycle was always intimidating to adapt to a new caregiver, but he's so used to hospitals it's really second nature for him, in an odd manner of speaking. He shrugs at her comment of wishing it were under different circumstances and waves her away with his uninjured hand. "Nah, it's fine. At least I'm not the dumbass losing fingers to fireworks, right?"

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it's forever —Carl Sagan