At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, the esteemed Lalia Azali serves as a dedicated teacher and is also this universe's Scarlet Witch. Endowed with formidable powers and a destiny she must face, Lalia confronts her fate amidst the school's hall...
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- Lalia
I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding from another nightmare. This one was worse than the others, filled with shadows and whispers that seemed too real. I glanced over at Logan, relieved to see he was still peacefully asleep, his arm draped over me. The last thing I wanted was for him to worry about my restless nights.
I knew I needed to talk to someone about these nightmares. They were becoming more frequent and intense, and I couldn't shake the feeling that they meant something. But finding the right time to bring it up was hard. Every time I thought about it, I felt a knot of anxiety tighten in my chest. For now, I decided to keep it to myself, hoping that maybe, just maybe, they'd go away on their own.
I turned slightly to look at Logan, his rugged features softened in sleep. A sense of relief and warmth spread through my heart. After everything we had been through, this moment felt almost surreal. I couldn't help but smile, feeling a deep connection to him that went beyond words.
"You're staring. It's creepy," Logan mumbled, his eyes still closed but a faint smirk playing on his lips.
I laughed softly, the sound echoing the joy I felt inside. "Well, you're not exactly a sight for sore eyes yourself, you know," I teased back, nudging him playfully.
I turned fully to face Logan, curiosity getting the best of me. "How long have you been awake?" I asked, trying to read his expression.
His eyes fluttered open, and a lazy grin spread across his face. "About two hours," he replied, his voice a comforting rumble.
"And you didn't say anything?" I couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and amusement.
Logan chuckled, that deep, familiar sound filling the room. "I was trying to fall back asleep, but you snore a bit," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
I gasped, genuinely taken aback. "I do not!"
"Yeah, you do," he insisted, his grin widening. "But it's kinda cute how such a big sound can come from such a little person."
Feeling my cheeks flush, I playfully shoved him. "You're lying! I have never snored a day in my life."
Logan's laugh was hearty and infectious, filling the room with warmth. He turned to face me, his expression softening. "I felt you shake a bit in your sleep. You alright?" he asked, his voice low and filled with concern, his eyes searching mine for any sign of distress.
I looked at him, trying to muster a reassuring smile. "Yes, I just had another intense dream. But it was nothing," I said, hoping to ease his worry.
He studied my face for a moment, then gently asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"
I shook my head, giving his hand a squeeze. "We don't need to. It wasn't anything too bad," I insisted, trying to convince both him and myself.
I nestled into him, feeling his heartbeat against mine. "I wish we could stay here all day," I murmured, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.
