X-Men: The Ultimatum

[Lauren]

Lucy gave him an enthusiastic nod and continued pouring invisible tea for all her dolls and making conversation for them.

Mystique was in her bedroom next door. She heard Lucy's enthusiastic little voice as she played. It made her feel worse that they had to drag Lucy into their mess. Maybe Aurora had gotten off lucky after all. She squeezed her eyes shut as that thought just made the tears come even faster down her cheeks. She clutched the rose tighter to her chest, ignoring the pricks of blood that came from the stem and pulled the pillow over her head to muffle the sound of Lucy's game.

[Jacky]

Logan walked down the hallway, the sound getting clearer with every step. He wasn't sure whether he was doing the right thing here. Last thing he wanted to do was make things worse. But he couldn't just sit there and hear Mystique cry. So he came to a stop in front of her door. After a second of hesitation, he knocked.

[Lauren]

Mystique, thinking it would be Anna, or somebody nice, thinking Logan wouldn't have the balls to knock on her door, climbed out of bed. She walked to the door and pulled it open. Her eyes settled on Logan for a split second before she slammed the door shut again, well aware that her eyes were blood shot red and her cheeks were stained with tears.

Mystique walked into the bathroom to dry her face, morphed away the blood shot eyes and hitched her top down and skirt up. She opened the door again and leaned against the frame, oh so casually. "What do you want?"

[Jacky]

Logan didn't know why she took the effort to look like she wasn't crying. He heard her. Smelled the salt on her cheeks. He knew 'r better than anyone, she couldn't fool him. In response to her question, his eyes met hers. "..I wanna be there for you." He knew he couldn't - he was the goddamn problem to begin with. But he couldn't leave 'r crying all alone, she was.. or used to be.. his girl. "...You know, if it makes you feel better I'll let you punch my face again." He gave her a slight smirk, trying hard to cheer her up.

[Lauren]

"It's no fun if you let me," Mystique said dryly. She turned around and walked back into the bedroom, but left the door open, silently telling him he could come in ... if he really wanted to. She didn't know why she let him, he didn't do anything but cause her more pain. But then he came with that sense of nostalgia, he was still Logan, he was still the same person that used to be her Wolverine. And that was really hard for her to turn her back on.

She sat down at the top of the bed, legs crossed underneath her. She quickly shoved the wilting rose under the bed so he wouldn't see it. Mystique looked up at him expectantly. "I hope you brought alcohol,"

[Jacky]

Logan had expected her to slam the door again. Not to leave the door open. But he grasped the oppertunity, stepping into her room as he answered her question, "Not really. I got make-believe tea." He said, "But I could get you some. Wine or beer?"

[Lauren]

Mystique raised an eyebrow when he offered to fetch her what she wanted. This was new. And not necessarily bad. She figured as long as he was seeking forgiveness, he'd do whatever she wanted. "Beer." She decided. "And chocolate ice cream,"

[Jacky]

As long as it kept Mystique from winding up as a crying heap of misery, he'd get her whatever the hell she wanted. So he left her room to fetch her chocolate icecream and beer. He returned a few minutes later and walked over to her bed, handing her a bottle of beer and a tub of icecream. "Enjoy it, I had to fight a ten year old over that tub."

[Lauren]

And then something amazing happened; a smirk came to Mystique's lips, followed by a slight breath of a laugh. She bit her bottom lip to stop it. She dug the spoon into the tub and brought it to her lips, slowly eating it so she wouldn't get brain freeze. She leaned back against the wall and kept her eyes on him. She remembered all the times she'd licked ice cream off his body, and suddenly felt exposed, on display. Her cheeks flushed red and she looked down at the tub in her hands instead of looking at him.

[Jacky]

Logan sat down on the footend of her bed. He sat far away enough to Mystique any space she needed though (and enough to bolt for the door if she turned out to hide scissors under her pillow). Then she laughed, and he looked over to her with the slightest smirk. It sounded good to hear her laugh. 'Specially after she'd been crying minutes before. When he noticed 'r blush and look away, he kept his gaze on her. "..What?" He asked her.