well, that's not good

[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]Logan had strange dreams that night. Themed around more intimidating religious imagery, punishment for sins, burning on the cross… When he woke up, he could barely remember a thing. His heart still raced over the little details that remained, the tenseness in his body.

The scent of waffles was in the air, warmth surrounded him, and Logan remembered, as always, I'm safe. He glanced over to Dorian, who'd been shaking his shoulders and saying his name. A tiny smile graced the unicorn's lips, and he curled around to nuzzle his cheek to his boyfriend's hand. "Bonjour, bonjour," he giggled, yawning and sitting up. "G'morning!" He gave Dorian an affectionate kiss in greeting, cupping his face, and rubbed their noses together.

Though, as the earlier words caught up, Logan hummed and blinked slowly, draping himself on Dorian while doing so. "Um. Gosh, you sound worried, is something going on? I feel…" He stopped to really think about this. How did he feel? Different. Lighter, softer, and pining after the arts. He wished to sing, play piano, and cook beautifully. Most of all, he wanted to share it with his loved ones. Logan flushed. "T-thankful for what I have, actually. It's silly, but I'm oddly… free, today, out of the blue. Like some anger and damage was lifted. I don't understand why… Maybe everything's finally catching up with me."

"Oh! I'm rambling, I'm sorry, that's rude…" He squeaked and squished Dorian's cheeks a bit. "You're so nice to me, listening to such silly gushing, mon chéri! I guess my point is that I don't feel sick-- more like, the exact opposite!" Logan offered a big grin, proud of this. He'd been working so hard to be happy.[/tom]

[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]Logan bit at his lip, blushing, oddly shy. He looked at whatever Dorian did with very round eyes. Goodness, was he really dating this person? He pressed gently closer. "Je t'aime," he whispered in return. Shutting his eyes for a moment, Logan savored this clearheadedness and peace, a little in wonder of it.

It was hard to be anxious over whatever Dorian was about to tell him. Logan decided that whatever it was, he could handle it. Life was pretty good, and he had all of these wonderful people by his side. He kissed Dorian, stomach fluttery, and giggled again-- very schoolgirlish in how he was behaving, looking at his boyfriend, and holding himself. Part of him was embarrassed, because he probably had a bedhead, and wasn't cute enough yet! As soon as he had the chance, Logan was going to fuss over himself in the mirror.

He settled against Dorian again when they moved, comfy and rosy-cheeked. Logan took his phone to read the article. His eyebrows slowly raised while he did. The March Virus. "Oh my gosh! March is so cursed," Logan declared, with a tiny huff. "Last year, the tsunami, now this? Cursed. That's a fact. Darn." He frowned. "Well, if you or Mia picked it up, there's no way I haven't too. But I'm not sick, so maybe it's fine?"

"It's so ironic that it was spread at the disease awareness party, but… sounds like that's what whoever did it wanted. That really sucks for Caduceus, especially after what's already happened." Logan sighed. "Terrible luck. And I mean, I hope they can fix it, that'd definitely be the way to make up for this mess. If not…" He trailed off. If not, they might finally die out. Either way, something had to give. It'd be surreal to see what ended up happening. "I don't envy Olivia Goldberg."

Once giving his opinions on the matter, Logan scrolled down to check the strains. Nothing stood out, except-- The Riddle Effect made him pause, heart giving a weird lurch. He stared silently, then moved on, smiling and passing Dorian's phone back to him. Logan wiggled to wrap a leg around him and sink into his bed's cushiness, now grinning. He ruffled Dorian's hair up, in order to not be the only person who looked less that perfect, and pulled him down to pepper his face with kisses.

"It's been a whirlwind, and I think I'm getting tuckered out of that," Logan murmured, gazing at Dorian. "I woke up wanting to… be creative and spend time with people who matter. To not be as scattered." He cuddled his boyfriend, morning tinted with something similar to an afterglow. He inhaled, brows furrowing. "I don't know. It's weird, I-- I already said that, but I'm not sure how else to explain."

His mind drifted and he saw himself in negative, threatening scenes, being touched in the wrong ways. "Hold on, I don't want to be in pajamas anymore," Logan told Dorian, rolling from the bed. He dug through his closet, stripping (with a flustered glance thrown back at Dorian) before putting on a new outfit. He smoothed it out in front of the mirror. The pretty blue dress brought out his eyes, made them pop, and had adorable white dots. He brushed his hair and put on a bow.

Satisfied with this look, Logan went back to Dorian and curled up with him. "Let's hang out today!" he said, perky. "If Mia is sick, I'll help take care of her. Those waffles smell lovely, by the way, like I'm in heaven! Do you want to cook together? Homemade chicken soup is ten times as good!" Logan was aware he was acting like a hyper child, but that wasn't inaccurate, and he was feeling very feminine. The only reason he didn't wear his necklace was to avoid possible acne. Couldn't take any risks with every young girl's nightmare.[/tom]

[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]Logan nodded and squeezed back, bringing Dorian's hands up to kiss, even playfully nibbling at his fingertips. "I'm sure! Absolutely, positively, cherry on top, one hundred percent certain!" With the clouds in his mind parted, he felt a strong need to be at home. And the first home he'd been given was here, with Dorian. Before his father, the Grahams, or any other close relations came along, this was where he hid and breathed. The place he felt safe in.

"It's still pretty early," Logan hummed, checking the time on his own phone, booping the little bunny wallpaper and smiling. "We can probably manage a groceries trip before she misses us." He paused, then scrunched his nose up at the apocalypse note. "Oh no! It better not, I want peace and quiet. You know, once, when I was I don't know-- nine, ten? I was with some other kids and, unbeknownst to me, we were going to sneakily watch a zombie flick. It was off limits both from the maturity and the violence against undead thing. It made me cry, and… um, I told everyone's parents." By the end of this story, his cheeks were red, and he'd forgotten why he was telling Dorian something that ridiculous. He giggled and hid his face, nuzzling. "I like regular civilization."

He stayed with Dorian for a few minutes more, figuring they could afford that before getting up, enjoying this cozy body heat. Logan liked that they were near equal in height, because it was easy to kiss him. "I dunno if you've heard me singing in the shower," the unicorn murmured. "I've been practicing a lot, thinking it'll go well with playing the piano. I'd like to try preforming at local businesses, if I can. Would you want to go with me for that? I'll wait until whenever you're free, if so." He offered another shy smile, feeling mushy and softhearted.

Logan scooted off the bed, pulling shoes and socks on, and held his hands out to Dorian again so he could get up too. "Upsy daisy, darling! I've chattered a lot, come on, I want to hear about you too." He cupped Dorian's face, bright eyed and intent, fixing his hair. "We move while we talk, get that rude yucky apocalypse preparation going. I don't want it to happen, but if it does, we're going to be those assh--" he peeped, and corrected himself, "—jerks in the fancy building that can't be touched by whatever nasty stuff is going on below. Right? Yes?"[/tom]

[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]Logan missed this. His heart fluttered as shyly as it had early on in their dating, but with more security, now. He soaked happily in the glow of warmth and support, wondering on ways to show his gratitude further. Of course, his heartbeat jumped and started pounding in his ears once Dorian's arms were around him again. The unicorn was entirely a mix of flustered and aroused by Dorian's everything. How it felt to be held, having him breath in Logan's scent, the sentiments, it was a lot! He squirmed and pressed close.

Heat rose, and when his boyfriend moved back, Logan was similarly reluctant to let go-- holding onto his sleeve for a moment. Gosh! He was acting like a thirteen year old girl, and remembered having similar thoughts when new and clumsy with romance. That couldn't be blamed right now, though. Logan was being Logan. A dork. "We're rich and pretty together," he murmured, giggling quietly and taking Dorian's hand to hold. He grabbed a cute pink raincoat for the trip.

In the car, Logan rested his chin in a palm and gave Dorian low-key bedroom eyes, dreamy and heavy lidded, skin still buzzing. He listened intently, a loyal follower and doting lover at heart. "Aw, no, poor sweetheart… I'll talk to her too, remind her that there's plenty of material for rumors about me either way." They each had their share of bright but beaten down in them. "I saw Mal's video! It was super cool. Tough women are totally inspiring, right?" He sparkled a little more while excitable, grinning and spreading his aura thicker in the air. "Felix got married? Wow! I didn't think that would happen! But marriage does seem popular lately. Who'd he marry?"

However, the sparkles dimmed and Logan paled at the mention of Eroshay's murder. Violent, upsetting imagery flashed for a moment before Logan could shake it off. Guilt remained, and it was sickening. He sniffed once and nodded. "I heard. I hate that," he mumbled. "So awful. It isn't okay to hurt children, and I wish it'd stop already. We're s'posed to be evolved creatures, why does this exist anymore? Is there anything we can do at school to help kids be less at risk? I guess defense classes are going to be added to…"

He tried to keep it light by latching onto the other, amusing topics. "I keep wondering who caused the baby fever! I'll see a lady, look at her, and ask myself 'is her infant cute enough to have encouraged widespread envy and intrigue?'. It's basically a whole game, but I probably haven't found the real origin yet… Instead, I'm weirdly rating babies, and have no excuse." Logan puffed out both cheeks. "Ugh, Dorian, I'm telling you so many embarrassing stories today!"

"Versa is pregnant and Nimble got in a coma, then a wheelchair," Logan repeated, frowning over it. "That's terrible, I feel very sorry for him and… is this a happy or sad occasion for Versa? Sounds worrying, but I might be making undue assumptions. I… am I a horrible person if I'm relieved Mia's gotten away from their car crash, Dorian? Because I am. I wish it didn't have to be that way, that they didn't have to be that way."

Logan bit his lip and grinned, goofily lopsided at the last update. "I saw! First watch, I had a mini heart attack on your behalf. Second, I said to myself, 'is this a crush incident?'. Is it? Come on, you can tell me!"[/tom]