"We're here to be different; to show the world they don't have to fear us with loaded guns."
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Ximena Dominguez has lived one too many lives. The ending of the last wasn't one she liked to repeat. From a young age her mutant abi...
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"OKAY, ARE YOU SETTLED in? Do you need anything?" Ximena lightly knocked on Logan's door once she changed into her pajamas. A navy blue slip that was hardly covered by her light blue robe sitting on her shoulders. Dark brown waves of hair tumbled down the right side of her head. Her heart shaped face wiped clean of makeup.
Logan could see the prominent dark circles underneath her eyes now; however, he still thought she looked heart stopping.
He nodded, glancing around himself at the queen bed in the colorful bedroom she allowed him. Rubbing his hands against his sweatpants he finally met her friendly gaze. "Maybe some company."
Rolling her eyes, Ximena should've seen that coming. She padded deeper into the room, sliding her finger across the cherry wood dresser. The atmosphere felt so domestic, so beautifully cozy. She waved her hand on top of the bed spread and gently sat down beside him. "For a little bit, but then I'm heading to bed."
Logan leant back against the head board, showcasing his bare, muscled chest with a comfortable ease. Ximena struggled to not let her gaze linger there for too long. She didn't want to see his arrogant expression. That sneaky grin on his lips.
"So tell me about Daniel Ortis. Married, huh? Didn't take you for the type."
Her eyes rolled, pursing her lips with attitude. "And what exactly are the qualifying characteristics to fit in the marriage material category?" He unhelpfully shrugged, smirking all the same as he crossed his large arms over his chest.
"You're avoiding the subject."
"No I'm not --"
He arched a brow, challenging her objection. Closing her mouth, she sighed. Tucking her bare legs to the side, she traced designs into her skin. "In 1976, I was a fresh faced twenty five year old getting married to the love of her life. My mama was just glad that I found someone who could see past my mutation so she could have grandchildren and not worry about her daughter becoming a spinster." Ximena chuckled at the memory of her mother, a distant ache clenching her heart.
"At the time, my abilities were unstable. Daniel... let me practice with him. He was so supportive. From altering his dreams, to bringing his consciousness into different realities. I see now that it wasn't a good idea."
She placed a hand on her heart to unconsciously showcase her ache. Her gentle smile dragging down at the corners. "What happened?" Logan nudged, laying a warm calloused hand on her knee.
