Hazy Dreams of You
Wolverine’s breath came out in a cloud not unlike the smoke from the cigar he'd been smoking an hour earlier.
The snow blanketing the park looked etherial. Beautiful. Like something out of a dream.
Dreams that Logan was weirdly enough familiar with.
He'd often find himself waking from hazy dreams, almost like memories, of him and Sabretooth in the snow. Not always the best ones, more often then not leaving him sweaty and with his heart trying to beat its way of of his chest...some of those ending in the same way, but for better reasons.
His recollection was interrupted by a large warm hand rubbing his shoulder.
CREED
Hey.
LOGAN
Hey.
CREED
What’s got ya lookin’ so lost, short-stack?
LOGAN
Just... rememberin’, I guess.
CREED
'memberin’ what?
They were currently sat side by side at a park bench, sun peaking out through the winter clouds in spots on the field in front of them.
Logan was dressed in a thick bomber jacket (that was a tad on the big side for him), a wine colored button up, a black beanie that barely kept his hair in check, and regular ol’ jeans.
Creed, always on the fancier side, was dressed up in a long purple winter coat, scarf, fur boots, but also a pair of regular ol’ jeans.
Logan sighed, leaning against Creed.
The blond snorted.
CREED
C’mon, what’s got ya this time?
LOGAN
Usual, shit that doesn't make sense...
Creeds hand came up to massage the back of Logans neck.
Logan closed his eyes, relaxing even more into the larger mutant.
He could feel the start of a headache coming on.
CREED
Gettin’ sleepy, kid?
LOGAN
Mmm...quit callin’ me kid...
CREED
Alright, c'mon, time t’ head back.
An arm wrapped around Logans shoulders as Creed stood them both up from the bench.
Logan looked up at him softly, Creed smirking down at him (not maliciously, it was just the way his smiles turned out looking most of the time).
Logan started walking down the path to exit the park, Creed walking slower to keep at the same pace. But not much slower. Despite his fatigued state, Logan always walked fairly quick.
Clawed fingers playfully scratched at the back of Logans hand, silently asking for permission. It was granted, as Logan wrapped his hand around Creed’s.
They walked hand in hand back to their shared apartment.
Clothes got immediately stripped as they both got comfortable under the thick ‘n cozy comforter, Creed pulling his lover close against his chest.
Logan lazily nuzzled his face against it, his chest hair providing a comforting sensory against his face.
Words were mumbled against the blond fur-
LOGAN
How come you ain't ever get this weird dream shit?
Claws gently combed through Logan’s dark hair.
CREED
I do, just ain't as often as you get ‘em apparently.
LOGAN
Fuuuuckin’ ain't fair, Vic...
CREED
I know, runt, I know.
LOGAN
Y’ always say that…
Creed smiled.
CREED
Yeah, I know.
As Logan dozed off, thoughts that weren't exactly his own played in his mind.
Then, into another confusing dream.
At times, it was almost like he was remembering other lives.
This time, he was calling out for Creed, purely knowing that he needed to find him, but didn’t exactly know why.
Snow, trees, running, calling, desperation.
When he finally spotted him, he was...fadey. Like several different variations at once, but all still recognizable as Creed.
A large fire started next to them, quickly growing in size. But in Logan’s mind, he knew it wouldn’t hurt.
Before the flames overtook them, the Creed-like figure said something to him.
Something important.
Something that slipped Logan’s mind as soon as he woke up.
Creed was still sleeping as Logan lay looking at him.
It really felt like some kinda miracle they managed to get to this point.
Not just in terms of their relationship, but the recent stillness. Both of them had been prisoners to constant chaos, and moments like this had really spiked Logan’s paranoia… At first, anyway. These days, his PTSD ridden mind had started feeling comforted by knowing that they’d both protect the other if something did manage to catch them by surprise
There’d always been something about him, ever since he first saw Creed’s face. Something he recognized, but couldn’t entirely put reason as to why.
His life felt like it had always been a constant search for answers.
And Creed was the only part about it that seemed right.