Crash of Worlds

07

It was actually the sounds of quiet birdsong which had made Logan's eyes slowly and begrudgingly open; the light flooding from the curtains was almost blinding in its intensity, so it was going to be another nice day, the sun and the singing of birds seemed to match so well, the cheeriness of the twittering tunes and the warm rays were clearly just meant to be. He was, yet again, fully aware that this was something that he was remembering; like most times when he went to sleep, his dreams couldn't just be blank, nothingness for several hours before he woke up.

No, his brain like to torment him in some way or another, and this was one way it could do just that; get him while he was defenceless in sleep, his subconscious world and the memories within it could well and truly come forwards and he could then wake with this lingering bittersweetness settling over him. He'd wake to still being in the past, to still trying to stop Raven, to having to no doubt deter another argument between Charles and Erik; though he did a bad attempt at stopping the first one, with any luck they got it out of their system.

Logan felt something shift, a weight that just seemed to flop over him and an arm reaching forwards to slap a hand down on the alarm clock which he'd only just realised was blaring. He couldn't help but frown, time and that clock seemed to be too prevalent for his liking; it was as if just to further kick him, his subconscious was wanting to make it very clear, he was on a timer, or his time here was running out. Now both aspects were a troubling thought, the frown remained on his face over those prospects.

"You know the whole point of wrangling a day off, was to get a lay in, right? I knew you'd forget to disable the alarm." Well, someone certainly sounded grumpy, Logan looked over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow when he had Thea's eyes looking darkly up at him. The rest of her was apparently swaddled in the cover, only her eyes and the top of her head was visible. "Why are you the unhappy looking one? I'm still up and awake as if I should be working."

Logan looked around the room before slowly turning and still having her look annoyed up at him. Yes, he could see it now, he understood what Charles meant by her disliking being woken up unless needed. Logan couldn't remember what she was like when she had to get up to teach, but he imagined it was the opposite of this. He got it, a day off, a day off is pure lay in lazy territory.

Thea tilted her head, sitting up a little and wiggling out from the cover as she now looked at him worriedly. "Bad dream?" She asked, her eyes looking him over as if she could physically see something, that was almost an impossibility considering how quickly he healed. But it didn't stop her looking him over with concern.

With his long life and all that he had seen and done; it was no surprise that Logan's dreams were often troubling. This as a moment, lucid dreaming was something he had happen to him before, but it didn't stop him going through the motions of it all. Poor Thea here had zero clue she was currently a figment, a small slither of a memory that he had kept buried and protected inside his mind; something good to remember when things got bad. To remember someone how they were, not what they became.

"Okay, your silence is freaking me out now..." Thea fully sat up then, brushing her long hair over her shoulder as she now knelt beside him. She was still eyeing him up as if she could see something she could help with, it was not entirely rare, but it wasn't hugely common for Logan to be forthcoming with dreams, or the details.

His memories and the pain of them were his burden to carry, and it wasn't fair to inflict that on someone else, no matter how thoughtful and helpful that person was. He rubbed at his eyes, squinting a little when black spots danced in his periphery, blinking them away and looking back at her unmoving form, Logan just tilted his head against the pillows. Somehow, he had forgotten her tendency to steal his t-shirts to sleep in. The white t-shirt was, of course, way too big for her, even with how she was kneeling it was clear the hemline of it would barely reach the middle of her thighs.