xmutanthigh | [open log] By the lake

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[open log] By the lake

Characters: Rogue, Logan, Julian, and open to others
Setting: By the lake
Content: Rogue's sitting by the lake because what happened in the Danger Room is still weighing on her mind. Individual threads please.
Status: Incomplete

[Rogue's sitting outside by the lake in one of the more secluded areas. She needs to think and doesn't want every other person stumbling over her. She's still trying to wrap her head around what happened in the Danger Room the day before the attack. Manifesting powers and various small personality traits for a while after she absorbs someone- that she can handle. Randomly manifesting Magneto's powers and temporarily losing control of her own body? Not so much. Try telling that to Logan...

She closes her eyes and tries to concentrate on Bobby's psyche and his powers. She tries to remember how it felt the other day when she lost control but nothing's happening. Maybe the air around her gets a few degrees cooler but that's it. And maybe she's just imagining it and secretly relieved at the lack of results.

It would be hard to tell what she's doing if someone didn't have an idea though. Because to most people, she's just sitting by the lake, oblivious to the rest of the world.]

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Hey I warned you! [She's not planning on showing any mercy either. Tickling is very serious business and she's getting a few good attacks in of her own.]

[Yeah and it's not fairrrrrr! Because Julian is too ticklish for his own good and might be leaning back as if ready to roll over away from her. But since he's Julian, he rolls forward a little instead, trying to grab her hands to push them back.] No, I warned you.

If this was a real fight-- [The breathy words are coming out between laughs.] I'd totally be kicking your ass right now.

[He's breathless too, struggling with her hands slipping from his grasp. He finally gets a good grip on her wrist, pushing her arm to the ground. He's still trying to restrain the second, and he looks up to her face finally.] This isn't a real fight, sugar. And I think you're about to lose.

Am. Not. [She glares at him just a bit as she keeps trying to free her pinned arm. Look: it's all just not fair, okay? He's got the better position for a fight like this.]

[He's not letting go. :P And then he pulls the other one under his side and pins it there, his free arm propping himself up over her head. He also has the smuggest smirk on his face as he gazes down at her. He's not a bit distracted by the proximity or touching or just her under him at all. Well, a little. He's appreciating.] Ah, there we go.

How many Mississippi's is it until tap out? Three?

[She's not even going to dignify that with an answer. Instead, she just glares up at him.] Jerk.

You challenged me, beautiful. Not my fault if you're a sore loser. [He just raises an eyebrow down at her and very reluctantly lets her arms go and shifts over a whole big... inch.]

I don't know what you're talking about, sugah. [She puts on an innocent look, just now beginning to notice exactly how much of her personal space he's still invading.]

Deny it all you want. Doesn't make it less true. [Yeah and he's just leaning back a little now. That's all. And reluctantly rolling onto his back next to her. But still, quite close. He puts his hands on his chest and their arms are nearly touching.]

[Okay. Now it's gone to awkwardly close. She sits up, scooting a few inches away, and stares out at the lake and not at him.]

[He just watches her as she does it with a "she's so typical" smirk and puts a hand behind his head as a mock pillow. He's content to just be quiet for a bit.]

[She pulls at the tops of her gloves even though they don't really need to be pulled up. It's something for her to do to distract her from him. From everything.]

[It takes him a few moments, but eventually he looks over to her again at her silence and fidgeting. That pensive look on her face is back, and he softens at it, pushing himself up to sit, too. Gently, he nudges his shoulder to hers and gives her a curious, concerned look.]

[Her hands drop to rest flat on her thighs as she glances over at him.] What?

[He stares at her for a minute and then looks out on the lake, shaking his head a little.] Nothing, just... you look like you had something on your mind.

No. Nothing really. [The reply comes just a touch too fast.]

[That's not surprising, but he's still worried. He takes a moment to think of what to say, looking away as he does it.]

You just should know that I'm always here. We don't have to talk or anything. I know you don't like to. But if something's wrong, you could just say so, and I'll... I'll do whatever you need me to do.

[She doesn't say anything for awhile because what can she say? She can't tell him about what's really wrong and why she's really not going to London. And she's not going to tell him that she's worried about possibly having just blurred the friendship line with another person yet again.

So instead, she just stares at her hands until she can come up with something to say.]

I uhm... thanks, sugah. I appreciate it but I... I'm fine. Nothing's wrong. Promise.

[He doesn't believe her, and he's still concerned, but he'll accept it. He hesitates for a moment, so very uncharacteristically, before reaching out to place a hand on her back.]

Okay, sweetheart. I, uhm. I told Jono I'd meet him in the weight room eventually, so I should...

[He trails off there, simply looking at her expression for a few moments. She looks so troubled, he can't...]

But I could stay.

[It takes some effort but she manages to make herself not flinch at the touch. Instead, she shakes her head and gives him a quick smile.]

Sugah, I'm fine, honestly. Go meet up with Jono.

Okay. [Still, he stays there from a another moment, pulling his hand back and knowing it probably made her uncomfortable. He feels like there's something more he needs to do, like something's missing from this goodbye. But everything he wants to do is crossing a line--pushing her hair back, telling her whatever it is, it'll be okay.

He gets up, after that moment, trying for a smile. Least he can do is try to weasel a real one out of her.] You're gonna like what I get you from London. Mark those words.

[She manages another tight smile that's on the verge of being a real one but doesn't quite make it. But it's close.] Okay, if you say so. [She's trying to act like everything's okay. She really is try.]

[Okay, he just can't leave so quick when she looks like that. So he reaches down to brush the back of his fingers over her arm as he slowly walks past her.] You need any help with those papers, don't hesitate to call, sugar.

[She can't help but flinch instinctively at the touch. To try and cover for it, she rolls her eyes at his comment.] Thanks, but I think I'll manage just fine, sugah.

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