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Chapter 24 (24 is my lucky number, wonder if it'll bring any joy to this chapter? o.o)
The darkness had come quickly in the Amazon, and the rays of golden sunlight had melted into that of a milky glow that shone luminously through parts of the trees to cast an eerie glow over the small clearing. The sounds of the running river guided past the clearing. The sounds were softly calming. For the river wasn't at all treacherous here, just a gentle run across the rocks and branches. However, the natural surroundings had been disturbed by a small group of tents that sat in a small clearing, which led to a small path from the river. A small campfire was in it's early stages of flame in the centre of the six tents crouched figures sat around it, their bodies in shadow with exception to the flames with eerily cast an orange glow upwards to their face, sending stretching shadows over their eyes. Each figure had adopted the sinister looking glow on their face.
But away from this group and down across the small path, the river banking began. The soft water rippled gently in response to the strip of breakage in the overheard treetops, to which the moon pleasantly let down it's creamy lightly upon the water surface to let it glimmer and shine luxuriously. This exquisite view was being observed by one of the mutants. Logan was sat down in the soft grass, away from the camp. He was sat on the river banking. He leant against a small rock, his cream clothed legs stretched in front of him and then crossed at the ankles. His coat had since been left in his tent, and his vest sat tightly over his muscles.
The heat was still in the air, and there was little breeze in the density of the rainforest. Logan rested his head back slowly as he exhaled a low sigh. The heat was clinging to his skin, suffocating. That river in front of him sure looked tempting. Yet another sigh hissed out from between his teeth and he raised a hand to his forehead, rubbing at it slightly before running his palm across his unruly and rugged hair. He had a lot of thoughts tumbling by ever since he set off from the mansion. Aurora's genuine surprise at Madeline's relation made him feel guilty. He didn't know why.. he couldn't change his past.
It wasn't liked he gone off and had an affair or anything as severe as that. Madeline was there before he met Aurora, before he fell for Aurora, before he loved Aurora. Surely she'd see that? But they hadn't been on very good terms recently.. perhaps things would get better. He growled quietly to himself as he scuffed his boots idly in the dirt. Things would get better when that Cajun shoved off. However, Logan still had to tell Aurora who Roxanne was. Who she used to be.. A soft sigh breathed out of his lips as he gently wiped his brow again. Surely Aurora would understand, or at least be calmer on the situation.. Roxanne had just died; he'd just lost her. For the next few minutes he lay there again the rock, blissfully relaxed in the dark as he thought over the many memories he could possibly muster of her. Both those of before Stryker and after.
However, a soft noise disturbed the continuous hum of the surroundings and it's breakage in the consistency grabbed his attention. An eye opened lazily, nose doing a quick check for anything potentially dangerous. He didn't feel up to being mauled by a jaguar or something along that line of ferocity. However, his search proved fruitless. Nothing potentially menacing lurking in the shadows. But just then, he noticed something move in the water. With the darkness pouring down around him, he'd missed any earlier revelations of the shape that lurked in the smoothly flowing river water. His eyes hardened upon the figure, which then suddenly moved, and the figure was revealed to be a body. Somebody had justrose up out of the water. Logan frowned and quickly sniffed at the air.
Siren.
Logan shifted gently against the rock as he watched the silhouette duck back under the water before gasping back to the surface. She cupped the water in her hands, letting it run over her skin. The trip seemed to be one to cool off. Logan couldn't blame her. Siren appeared to be unaware of Logan's presence, for he was masked by shadows, out of the way. A few silent minutes passed by. Logan didn't speak. The natural sounds continued, only disturbed by the faint splashing of water as the woman moved.
Then, Siren stood up out of the water. As she moved slowly out of her low crouch, the water ran down her body, revealing more of her the more to rose to her standing position out of the swirling waves. It was all too familiar. Like that night in the alley in London, he felt compelled to watch her scantily clad body. But this time, there was none of her luring mutation involved. The water now softly lapped and splashed against the woman's thighs which now glistened brightly for she had took a step forward into a ominous strip of moonlight that glowed down upon her like a spotlight, designating her worthy beauty.
And like any respecting audience, Logan never took his attention from her.
She walked closer to the river banking, intending to join the temporary civilization of the campsite. Her long legs cut through the water so calmly. Like the water parted for this being to pass through. For it would dare not obstruct her. She stepped slowly into the shallow water of the banking, pausing to tilt her head and squeeze the water out of her long blonde hair. Water ran down her limbs, making gentle trails along her gleaming flesh that was clad in nought but a two piece swimsuit of a luxurious scarlet red. The woman's bright green eyes scanned slowly around the path she was about to venture down before she glanced to her left at where the banking continued before being taken over by foliage. She saw the top of a rock glinting in the moonlight, then a pair of glinting eyes staring at her.
"Huh?" she said softly, stepping backwards a little in the water with a few noisy footfalls into the shallow water.
Logan's ears deftly picked up the gentle splashes of her bare feet. "Who's there?" he murmured softly, feigning ignorance and nonchalance.
He heard her exhale softly with relief, "Ah, Logan," she said quietly. She changed her course of direction and walked over to him. She could just see his outline in the moonlight, appearance and voice traits obviously deeming it as the Wolverine. Logan watched her as she crouched beside him, her wet body shining to him lusciously. Her knees caps rested closest to him as she sat on the balls of her feet, smiling gently. Her arms folded gently on her thighs, "Thinking?" she asked, her head canting.
"A little," murmured Logan softly as he watched her. His eyes catched a trail of water tremble on her chin. It made another little shiver before it ran down and dropped off the edge of her face and plopped gracefully onto the base of her neck before streaming lower down to the protruding flesh that filled her swimwear top. His eyes very quickly averted when he realised where that little drop of water was making a bid for.
The darkness proved to be a good thing. Siren didn't notice the direction of Logan's eyes, "Are you worried about Madeline?"
Logan returned his eyes back to the woman's face, "I'm thinking about her.. but I'm not worried. She can look after herself," he smiled slowly at her, eyes now happening upon an idle strand of hair that hung off the side of Siren's face. It softly curled down by her left cheekbone, lightly brushing her flushed cheeks. It shimmered softly in the moonlight, an expensive texture.
"Well, that's good," responded Siren with a slight nod of her head, entire fall of locks shining, "What about Aurora though, huh? I think you surprised all of us with that little family reunion."
"I suppose I did," muttered Logan with a faint smirk lifting his lips. It waned however as he sighed, "I'm worried about what Aurora thinks.. I'm sure she isn't happy.. she may think I've lied to her."
Siren blew out a sigh, resting her chin softly on her hands, "Logan, Aurora's a good person. She will understand."
With a small snort Logan looked to Siren before looking away, "We'll see.. although Scott didn't seem too open to the idea of me disrupting happiness."
Siren scolded him gently with a cluck of her tongue, "Oh, Logan. Scott is not so bad."
The expression Logan provided Siren clearly showed his disagreement.
Siren laughed softly to this, "No, Scott is a good man too," she said with a certain tone, nodding her head, "You just have to get to know him better."
"I don't really want to.." muttered Logan with a smirk.
"Logan.." she said with another laugh, shaking her head, "Scott's a nice man, honestly."
"You better have some great persuasion techniques to make me think so," answered Logan as he eyed her over.
But Siren just smirked slyly, outstretching a hand to his and tug at him in indication to stand and return to the site, "Wouldn't you like to know, monsieur?" She chuckled mischievously before turning from him and walking back along the path. Her hair swayed enchantingly down her back, contrasting the deep red of her swimwear, skin still glistening.
"I think I already do.." murmured Logan as he followed, the ever-attentive audience.
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