It’s nice t’ see this on my dashboard.
Erics jerks a bit. Slowly opening his eyes as he wakes up. Sleepily looking over at Kurt. Blushes a bit as he reaches over after he rolled onto is back. “Kurt….kurt….its morning.” He gently shakes his shoulder.
“fivemoreminuetsStephan.” He whined out curling arms around him tighter tail as well. The man rarely slept and it seemed in his daze he thought he was else where. Though he had not mentioned much of his life the name was something he mumbled clearly.
Hearing the name woke Eric up. And completely shattered his hope in maybe being Kurts well…loved one.
He stares at him for a while, still in his tight hold. He looks down a bit. Feeling that if Kurt had a loved one already, Eric shouldn’t be this close to him. Especially in bed. He tries to gentle get free from his hold. Not wanting to leave it but he had to.
Someone was tugging, but no it wasn’t his brother. His brother was long since dead and he groaned as he laid on his back before leaning up on one elbow frowning as the other hand came to his face. “Gott…where am I?” He was squinting for a moment before looking over to Eric.
Then he chuckled lightly and flushed shaking his head. “You…are not Stephan.” He hummed for a moment before shifting close and pecking him on the lips. “Which is a gute thing.”
Wanda didn’t want to say that it wasn’t only the magic part that made her afraid of contact. Getting beaten up by her father a few times had made her skittish. So she avoided further reference to the subject by changing it completely. “I saw my brother a few days ago,” she said with a rather warm smile. It wasn’t often she smiled that way about just anything. “It was nice. He helped me unpack my new apartment. You should come see it sometime. I’m planting an herb garden on the terrace.”
“Ja? How is Pietro doing?” The elf caught the subject change, and he was going to roll with it. That was so much easier to do then try and sort through the complication that would later arise between them. Tail swished trying to think back to when he had seen the speedster last. It had been a while and his hand was going to rub at his chin as he thought upon it. It was not so much his memory had slipped as it was hard to keep track of a man who was known for his speed.
“Wonderfully, actually. He has his own place now and he’s got a boyfriend, if I remember correctly,” Wanda mused as she smiled brightly. “I haven’t met the significant other yet, but I’m going to be sure to give him the what-for about my brother. In an affectionate way, of course.” She giggled as she slid to Kurt and offered him a piece of the cooked chicken on the edge of a fork. “I suppose it…does make me a little sad that we left Dad all alone, though.” She sighed with a bit of remorse in her eyes. “Makes me wonder if I’m a bad daughter sometimes. I ran to Charles the second I had the chance. But I’m happy now, and that’s what should matter.” She looked up at him and smiled tenderly.
“Oh ja?” He knew a few who were dating but he wonder which one she was talking about. Tail swished and he hummed thinking on it. “If it is who I am thinking it is Even and he is a gute man. One of the X-men like myself.” And Ororo’s nephew if he was not mistaken. Which made things odd when the elf flirted with her.
“A bad daughter? Nein, Erik never stuck me as gute with children.” he pointed out before chuckling lightly and going back to making dinner giving a nod at the chicken after stealing it off the fork.
“oh nein teleporting training.” He stated nudging at her with a hip as he went into the restaurant Keeping the door open for her he chuckled warmly. “Was I do is I teleport a lot. Make sure someone is around. Or cliff dive.” He knew how it was never a good thing ot get to tired to port and with out it bad things could happen.
She walked in, thanking him for holding the door. “Yeah, well… Ah’ve been trainin’ with ya an’ mamma…” she gave him a sideway glance. She always hesitated mentioning Mystique, as this world’s Raven seemed to have a not-so-good relationship with her children.
A light hum came from him as if the mention of their mother was no big deal. “Sehr gute, if you need help with teleporting I am always here to help you train for it.” Giving a nod he smiled wide tail swishing as he slunk into the shop and went to looking at the menu debating on what to get.
“I often do, but I try to stay away.” As much as he loved the tall buildings to jump from he did not work as often. Though he was chuckling and shook his head softly. “I do not go on missions often and as am I. Comes with the job I suppose.” He did not like at all that Tommy was so young and knew what he was doing but the elf couldn’t say anything. Things hit him hard yon as well.
“I like New York. It’s better than New Jersey.” He smiled a little and ducked his head. “I learned to patch people up in juvie, broken bones, cuts, burns. You name it I’ve probably done my best. It doesn’t help that I’m afraid of doctors and hospitals.”
“I learned from work, as well as growing up in a traveling circus.” Giving a nod he chuckled. “As nice as New York is I do miss Germany.” Breathing in was he gave a nod to the idea knowing living their would probable not ever happen.
“I am not looking forward to summer.”
“I do. I like the summer.”
“Oh ja I am sure you are not coated in fur.”
“Why so grumpy?”
“…Just…a rough day mein fruend I did not mean to snip.”
“A rough day? Um… Maybe a drink could help?”
“A drink…might make it worse or better why not.”
“Oh ja school ends and I am left with so little to do.” He smirked chuckling as he cocked his head worry coming onto his features. “Are you getting sick leibechen?”
“You could always resort to my kind ‘a fun,” she said with a small shrug before furrowing her brows. “Nah-, ya know I can’t get sick,” Logan answered back in a diminishing voice.
“Ja that is was has me wondering was is up.” He was leaning back against the nearest wall tail swaying. As he let up a sigh he slicked hair from his face chuckling.
“You have fur? like the little animals in the forest? Are you a werewolf?” she smiled and watched as he took her hand, she looked up,
“Oh! You do not speak english much, do you?” she cocked her head to the side,
“Where are you from?”
“Germany, and nein I am not a werewolf. Though I am fluent in English the accent never goes away.” He pointed out chuckling lightly. She seemed rather upbeat, but he was unsure. Tail swished and he was rolling shoulders watching her with some care.
she saw his tail and let out a giggle, pointing as she got lost in their conversations point,
“You have a tail too! oh you are so cute!” she jumped a bit and watched him in wonder,
“Germany? Is that far away?” she placed her hands behind her back, swaying on her heels.
“Ja…and never cute only ever dashing.” He was a grown man just because he had a fur and tail did not make him cute. Though he supposed being only five feet nine inches did not help that cause all to well. Breathing in he rubbed at his eye with a large finger before smiling at her warm and wide. “That it is, but was can I say I live in New York now.”
“Guten tag fraulein.”
“Such a well-mannered young German man.” Morticia smiled. “Guten Tag, dear! How do you do?”
“Always leibechen, even more so around a pretty junge Frau.” The elf chuckled lightly giving a nod. “I am quite well, and how are you fairing today?”
“Well, thank you!” Her lips curled again into a slight smile. “Oh, I’m doing fine. You really are from Germany, aren’t you?”
“Ja born and raised till I was about fifteen. I am an acrobat and was part of a traveling gypsy circus.”
“Was can I say, I am quite gute and was I do.”