@AVNGEHEALS ╱ logan rarely ever slept himself, between his own demons and memories, sleep wasn’t always his friend. the quiet of the mansion, he’d grown use to it, even his overly - keen senses were use to it. the way the silence seemed like a blanket that went on top of the manor. everyone asleep with only a few night owls tip toeing their way around, some trying to cause trouble. or to get away from their own lives for a moment in the secret of night. it was the first possibility of what he could do, keep himself busy with. a motorcycle that had too many problems and he was just too stubborn to let it go. or maybe to take a walk around outside, pretend he was doing a quick search around the grounds? his senses caught something, odette. the mutant could hear her heartbeat, the slight smell of something bitter. bitter emotions. it had him standing from bed quicker then anything in this world, following close until he'd finally caught up to her.
his hands gripped her shoulders, the feeling of his claws wanting come out. his first thought was that there was danger somewhere. that she and everyone else was in trouble, but he didn't find it within the quiet of the night. only the soft chirping of crickets and frogs from the outside. how the moon slightly shined from the windows, peaking into the space. logan's face turned from exhausted to immediate worry. lips in a frown as he studied her, hands slowly falling from her shoulders.
" no. " it was quickly said head shaking slightly, a breath leaving his throat. the feeling of danger slowly went away, along with the feeling of his claws desperately trying to escape his hands. " i was already awake, " he tried to explain a slow unsteady breath started to leave his chest. " what's wrong? "
