There was something about Rose lately, the usual blank, calm and sometimes cold woman was feeling something new. Something she'd never really experience before, or not nearly as strongly. It was a strange feeling, for anyone, but especially for her, the logical and in control Roselie had fallen. Fallen hard and surprisingly fast. She was in love. The sort of love that made every inch of her body tingles pleasantly in his presence.
Such an immensely confusing and strange sensation for her, but she adored every moment of it. And the man, was the last man she'd ever expect to fall for. Logan. A gruff sort of man with a good heart deep inside, a victim of many cruel fates which she knew all about. How this had happened she wasn't sure yet, but she didn't try to hard to understand it.
She sighed as she laid in the cool grass in the back of the mansion, Xavier's school for 'gifted' children. By gifted they of course meant mutants. She stared up at the full moon above her, the bright glowing orb surrounded by otherwise black sky. She usually lay here with Logan some nights. Nights when he'd had a frustrating day and needed someone to talk to, or not even talk.
Mostly they'd lay there. Him laying one direction, her in the opposite so their heads were side by side or they're hands can touch, depending. Some nights they'd lay there close their eyes and just listen to the world around them. Usually she'd fall asleep like that. And she'd woke up in the morning in her bed under the covers.
Roselie came out and looked at the night sky every night since she'd come to this school and it was until long ago Logan joined on occasion, now it was becoming a habit, a routine thing, part of his schedule. She laid there arms by either side of her head looking at the star and moon waiting for him, half expecting and half praying he'd come tonight.
As she closed her eyes to the night sky she heard the sound of approaching foot steps, the rustle of the grass and the light thump and vibrate like object or a person hitting the ground. "Logan." The whisper of his name hit the night air and blew away on the breeze making the older man glance over at the flannel bottoms and tank top clad woman before turning back to the moon.
The breeze picked up once more and another whisper had been caught on the wind, not of her voice but a smell of anxiousness and sound of her heart beat. She wondered if he'd even respond or if tonight would be another silent night of theirs. She felt a small skip in her heart's steady beat and she smiled slightly, ever so slightly.
She glanced over at him his head upside down to the direction hers was resting. She turned her head ever so slightly to look at him a bit better. His hand was resting by his head like hers in the tiny space between them. She laid her hand in the palm of his which she did occasionally, at first very shyly and unsure, but he never minded, never objected, barely even seemed to notice in her eyes. She closed her eyes turning back to the sky and sighed slightly.
How she wished he would notice, react even a little so she could tell what was on his mind. "Good day?" She asked very softly. The world around them seemed silent and so speaking loudly was pointless, and she knew he'd hear her, he always did. She sighed in resignation when no reply was heard, her sigh dancing on the wind before returning a leaf in it's grasp and managed it's way into her hair.
Before she could or even wanted to make a more to remove the foreign object a larger, more callused hand pinched the soft and short locks lay over her temple, "It was—alright..." He spoke before removing the dried out leaf from behind her ear. She blinked as he reached and pulled out the leaf to her surprised he'd noticed it was even there. She watched as he discarded it. She knew that tone.
That pause before a weary 'alright' meant something happened. "Thanks…" She said before saying anything else. There was another sort of silence neither one rush the conversation. She shifted slightly and propped herself up with one arm, her face resting on her hand looking down at him.
"You wanna talk about it Big Boy?" She asked with a slightest grin. She always called him that as a joke since she was fairly taller than him. At first it had been a sort of sarcastic snide thing she'd say but now it was her own little term of affection for him.
"I rather not, Little Girl." He replied with annoyance in his voice as he rolled onto his back, folding his arms behind his head and looked up at the moon. "Alright…" She said shrugging as she flopped down on her back again too. "Just asking." She added always silently more of a thought than anything else but of course he'd heard.
She could tell his day hadn't been very good by now. She wished she knew what happened sometimes he told her and she'd listen and would remain silent just listen intently and was there for him. She was always there for him. She wondered if he even noticed this fact. She stared at the moon with him.
"Hey…do you know why the Wolverine is lonely…?" She asked. They both knew perfectly well the story and why the moon was lonely, but what of the poor wolverine. She turned her head again wondering if he'd be curious or annoyed by this question, maybe both.
He remained silent as he glared at the moon, "No I don't, please enlighten me." He spoke with steel lacing his tone. How much times had that same story crossed his mind she thought before she closed her eyes and took a deep breathe before reaching out again and placed her hand back in his palm.
She knew he was annoyed, he didn't want to hear it or think about it again. She'd never mentioned it, or anything else he'd told her about his past before. She understood how much it hurt. She stared at the moon. "Because he can never be with the moon again…" She started softly. They both knew that part of the story.
"But all he does every night and stare at the moon, think and dream of the moon, call to the moon always, night after night." She explained knowing that saying this was going to annoy him, but she always knew he would still listen. Just like she had always listened to him.
"He never notices anything else around him, just the moon." She repeated. "But he's not as alone as he thinks he is." She breathed never her nerves building up. But she had to tell this story. She wasn't greedy, she didn't ask for much. Never asked for attention, or for him to listen, and or do anything for her. But now more than anything she needed him to hear this.
"Because where the Wolverine always went to watch the moon. There was a rosebush. A silent little rosebush, who loved the Wolverine…more than anything." Her voice faltered a little. "But he never noticed her. She was always there, wishing silently she could comfort him, making him forget the pain, and make him love her as he loved the moon." She said. "She was always there…and he never noticed…"
He could seem her anxiousness and fear in the air but said nothing as he continued to stare that the silver orb in the sky, "Some things aren't meant to be, he may have noticed but it wasn't meant to be." He spoke but didn't look at her. Roselie slipped her hand from his and placed it over her heart feeling a sharp painful ache.
She suppressed her tears as very best as she could only a few slipping out. It was silent again, she wouldn't bother to break it this time. She'd at least finally gotten her answer, which was what she told herself all she'd expected from doing this. She couldn't expect him to return her feelings, to suddenly love her as she loved him. She stared up at the moon.
The moon was so lucky, so beautiful she could capture anyone's heart unlike the tiny wild rosebush, small fragile and insignificant. She shut her eyes. "If only…" She barely breathed out. If only she were the moon, she could have the Wolverine's love. But the moon wasn't meant to be with the Wolverine they were separated as well.
Could he really go on and live alone in the past, always yearning for the moon. "No…" She answered herself and turning her head. "I don't believe you, I won't believe it…If you never bother to try how can you know for sure…?" He smelt the scent of salt from her tears, "I thought we were talking about a story, why are you getting so upset." He asked with a brow risen in confusion.
Roselie sat up and smacked Logan's head and not playfully. "That's a horrible joke! Are you're not serious are you!? Are you seriously THAT thick!?!" She asked feeling a lot of things at once as the tears she'd been holding in escaped and rolled down her face in a steady stream. "Are you actually that stupid!? God I have to spell it out for you?"
She felt embarrassed, angry, and frustrated. She blushed deeply. "I'm the freaking rosebush you dolt!" She snapped hitting him again. "I love you!" She hiccupped covering her reddened face with her hands hiding it. Her shoulders twitching slightly as she sniffed. God she'd never cried in front of him before, or hit him, or yell at him. Now he'd hate her for sure.
"I know that." He said, "I've known for quite awhile." He continued as he sat up, turning his upper body to face her, "I can hear your heart beat and smell your emotions and I can see the look on your face as clear as day, your like an open book." He spoke softly as he pulled her hands away from her face, his wore a guarded expression on his face as he wiped her tears away.
Roselie glanced up both shutting her eyes against as she hiccuped and cried softly. "Then why didn't you say anything?" She said angrily giving him the tiniest weakest little shove. "Do you even know what I've been going through?" She asked "How nervous I've been and confused!?" She sniffed. "You're such a jerk, I should hate you…" She said bumping a fist on his chest. "…I want to but I can't." She continued to cry silently.
He couldn't stop rolling his eyes but none the less lent forward and forehead kissed her briefly, "What if I had, would have been what you wanted?" He whispered against her lips, his forehead leading against hers, "Or would you though twice?" Rosalie's sniffing and cry stopped as quickly as soon his lips met her forehead.
Short and quick but that split second she felt a swelling feeling in her heart. Her entire face burned red with both happiness and embarrassment. "I…" She stopped and wondered. "I…don't know." She said feeling the heat spread further even to the tips of her ears. "But…I believe sometimes these sort of things are just meant to be…" She said quietly. "Even if you don't…"
"And sometimes you are just a silly little girl." He said as he lent back from her, pushing a lock of hair from her face to behind her ear, if only for a reason to keep skin contact. Roselie blushed again and sniffed wiping the last of her tears away. "And sometimes you're just a big bully…" She said poking out her tongue at him.
Though she stopped and realized that she was only proving him right about the 'silly little girl' comment. She'd finally calmed down a bit now but her face and eyes were still a bit red. Though now that she'd told him how she felt she felt a weight lifted off of her and relief and closing her eyes for a moment she sighed, and unexpectedly fell asleep.
Rolling his eyes once more, "You are just a silly little girl." Logan smirked and brushed her bangs to the side, his fingers caressing her cheeks and chin before picking up the younger woman in his arms and heading into the mansion.