Disclaimer- As everyone should know, the mentioned characters are not mine. I'll really enjoy it if they were mine, but alas that's not the case, so disclaimers galore!
Author Note- That's it, I've decided to turn this story into a mini-series. Given that Kes, an aquaintance has decided to help me beta-read some of the chapters. I've decided to put this up.
Naturally, if the title is titled Musings then it might be from a female character prespective. Thoughts would be for guys. There's still a lot of kinks, if I write this story from a first person prespective or switch it to writing from a third person.
I love reviews or feedback...so comments...okay?!
bThoughts/b
Cold…Christ fucking tap dancing in hell…
That was the only thing; he thought, that and the long list of profanities bursting in his head.
Scowling, he trudged through the knee-deep snowdrift. It was snowing when his rented van had sputtered and died, several miles back. Now it was snowing harder and getting darker. The forest in this part of Canada was very deserted, so Logan was only left to the howling of wolves that was crying their hunger. The wolverine in him would have liked to howl back, but the human Logan cared only of walking through the forest.
Early on when he had left to make this journey, he had found his way back there to the lab, yet there was nothing left behind to salvage; nothing but layers of dust and the generations of vermin that had settled there in the wake of the being deserted.
Logan had considered this journey, a waste of two years; a desire of gaining insight and in the end left with more questions on his past.
Yet at the present moment Logan felt that as soon as he got out of the woods. He would return home to the girl he left behind.
Funny that he would be calling that place his home…
However, that place would always be a home for him, since she's there…
Stopping for a minute, he tried to picture his girl's face and the sound of her. It's been two years since he'd seen her. In his mind, he remembers the way she looked before he left. She would always be, the striking and attractive waif; with sparkling chocolate eyes
and a sweet Southern drawl that had made him feel content.
When he last saw her, she was a very pretty little piece. Probably matured by now and had block after block of guys chasing after her. But no matter what, when the Wolverine had made his claim, he wouldn't care if there were guys lusting away for the Rogue. He hadn't left his tags behind for nothing. He was definitely going back. She was his and when he got back, he would rightly stake his claim.
With her powers of absorption that would have scared off a lesser man; he'd never been afraid of her and never would be. He only regrets the fact, under which he left her with his memories. He hoped that she could forgive him. In the mean time, he would be courting her and making her, his. There was definitely ways of getting around that mutation of hers. When the Wolverine wanted to be creative, he could and would be in order of claiming his mate.
This was an idea he was happy on. Growling contently, the Wolverine licked his lips,
hefted his knapsack higher on his back and started to walk slowly through the swirling
snowfall.
Author Note- That's it, I've decided to turn this story into a mini-series. Given that Kes, an aquaintance has decided to help me beta-read some of the chapters. I've decided to put this up.
Naturally, if the title is titled Musings then it might be from a female character prespective. Thoughts would be for guys. There's still a lot of kinks, if I write this story from a first person prespective or switch it to writing from a third person.
I love reviews or feedback...so comments...okay?!
bThoughts/b
Cold…Christ fucking tap dancing in hell…
That was the only thing; he thought, that and the long list of profanities bursting in his head.
Scowling, he trudged through the knee-deep snowdrift. It was snowing when his rented van had sputtered and died, several miles back. Now it was snowing harder and getting darker. The forest in this part of Canada was very deserted, so Logan was only left to the howling of wolves that was crying their hunger. The wolverine in him would have liked to howl back, but the human Logan cared only of walking through the forest.
Early on when he had left to make this journey, he had found his way back there to the lab, yet there was nothing left behind to salvage; nothing but layers of dust and the generations of vermin that had settled there in the wake of the being deserted.
Logan had considered this journey, a waste of two years; a desire of gaining insight and in the end left with more questions on his past.
Yet at the present moment Logan felt that as soon as he got out of the woods. He would return home to the girl he left behind.
Funny that he would be calling that place his home…
However, that place would always be a home for him, since she's there…
Stopping for a minute, he tried to picture his girl's face and the sound of her. It's been two years since he'd seen her. In his mind, he remembers the way she looked before he left. She would always be, the striking and attractive waif; with sparkling chocolate eyes
and a sweet Southern drawl that had made him feel content.
When he last saw her, she was a very pretty little piece. Probably matured by now and had block after block of guys chasing after her. But no matter what, when the Wolverine had made his claim, he wouldn't care if there were guys lusting away for the Rogue. He hadn't left his tags behind for nothing. He was definitely going back. She was his and when he got back, he would rightly stake his claim.
With her powers of absorption that would have scared off a lesser man; he'd never been afraid of her and never would be. He only regrets the fact, under which he left her with his memories. He hoped that she could forgive him. In the mean time, he would be courting her and making her, his. There was definitely ways of getting around that mutation of hers. When the Wolverine wanted to be creative, he could and would be in order of claiming his mate.
This was an idea he was happy on. Growling contently, the Wolverine licked his lips,
hefted his knapsack higher on his back and started to walk slowly through the swirling
snowfall.