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[closed log] Breakdown amongst the Books
Characters: Rogue, Julian
Setting: The library
Content: Julian's the hugmaster of the week and Rogue's crazy is starting to showand Bria can't write a serious summary to save her life.
Status: Complete
Notes: Pretend that this is actually taking place tomorrowish. Why? Because Crystal and I have no patience and it's about 40 minutes away from being tomorrow in my time.
These training sessions with Logan weren't getting any easier. Her head was in a constant state of pain and the psyches refused to be silent and her body was definitely starting to feel the effects of taking an hour long beating from the Wolverine. She'd finally started to get some control over the psyches' powers but the effects were draining and her attempts to use them earlier had been less than stellar. It was all she could do not to just scream. She could barely focus enough to shower and change into clean clothes.
Today was just not one of the better days. 'Bad' would probably be a more adept descriptor.
She found herself wandering into the library; a room that was almost always deserted at this time of day. She'd just set down her books on one of the corner tables when the Bobby psyche surged towards the front, taking advantage of her exhaustion, and she fell to her knees. It wasn't one of the stronger attempts by the psyches to take over and she was able to beat it back a few moments later. The psyches wouldn't silence and she couldn't even make herself stand up again. Instead, she leaned her back up against the wall, pulling her knees tight against her chest.
"Shutupshutupgoaway," she muttered, eyes shut tight as she rocked back and forth, trying to force the psyches back.
Some days, she could just shove the psyches away and pretend that nothing was wrong. Not today.
Setting: The library
Content: Julian's the hugmaster of the week and Rogue's crazy is starting to show
Status: Complete
Notes: Pretend that this is actually taking place tomorrowish. Why? Because Crystal and I have no patience and it's about 40 minutes away from being tomorrow in my time.
These training sessions with Logan weren't getting any easier. Her head was in a constant state of pain and the psyches refused to be silent and her body was definitely starting to feel the effects of taking an hour long beating from the Wolverine. She'd finally started to get some control over the psyches' powers but the effects were draining and her attempts to use them earlier had been less than stellar. It was all she could do not to just scream. She could barely focus enough to shower and change into clean clothes.
Today was just not one of the better days. 'Bad' would probably be a more adept descriptor.
She found herself wandering into the library; a room that was almost always deserted at this time of day. She'd just set down her books on one of the corner tables when the Bobby psyche surged towards the front, taking advantage of her exhaustion, and she fell to her knees. It wasn't one of the stronger attempts by the psyches to take over and she was able to beat it back a few moments later. The psyches wouldn't silence and she couldn't even make herself stand up again. Instead, she leaned her back up against the wall, pulling her knees tight against her chest.
"Shutupshutupgoaway," she muttered, eyes shut tight as she rocked back and forth, trying to force the psyches back.
Some days, she could just shove the psyches away and pretend that nothing was wrong. Not today.
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A crowd of pleas were at the tip for her tongue-- for him not to tell anyone about this, for him not to tell Logan about this, for him to forget that this had ever happened --but she couldn't voice any of them.
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She was embarrassed; he saw that. Saw the pink in her cheeks, the unsure line of her lips. The way her fingers grabbed and pulled at each other. How she avoided him completely. He rested his cheek against the wall as he watched her for another moment, licked his dry lips.
"Rogue," he said quietly, struggling for the right words. "Whatever this is... you don't have to be alone."
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She couldn't lift her gaze to even glance at him, afraid of what she'd find there. Afraid that she might find herself feeling similarly. It almost made her miss battling with the psyches. At least she knew where she stood with them.
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But he did anyway, reached to place his hand over hers to stop their nervous fidgeting.
"Are you okay?" he asked, the question was weighted with all the others he didn't voice. "Does someone--Emma or Logan--do they know?"
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If Logan knew--if Emma knew, they must know this. At least Emma must. How could she not know? So he nodded, comforted by that thought, at least. "Okay," he agreed. "I won't tell anyone. Just--as long as you promise me one thing."
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He looked at her, the doubt on his face hard and lingering as he lifted his free hand to touch her hair, brush it back with easy gentleness. Even familiarity, from wanting to do it so many times.
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"I should... I have..." She rested a hand on her books and nodded towards the library door.
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