pocketfullofaces replied to your post: OOC
Go the fuck to sleep JFC :|I DO WHAT I WANT OKAY
CAW CAW MOTHERFUCKERS
I CAN’T DRAW WHEN YOUR PRETTY FACE IS AROUND SO GTFO AND SLEEP
OKAY FINE BUT I WANT ART. THAT’S RIGHT. I’M HOLDING MYSELF HOSTAGE FOR YOUR ART.
DON’T ASK ME WHAT LOGIC IS WHERE WE’RE GOING WE DON’T NEED LOGIC
OH MY GOD
THANK YOU FOR READING ME A GOODNIGHT STORY
I AM GOING AWAY NOW
TRY NOT TO MISS ME
JUST YOU TRY
Go the fuck to sleep JFC :|I DO WHAT I WANT OKAY
CAW CAW MOTHERFUCKERS
I CAN’T DRAW WHEN YOUR PRETTY FACE IS AROUND SO GTFO AND SLEEP
OKAY FINE BUT I WANT ART. THAT’S RIGHT. I’M HOLDING MYSELF HOSTAGE FOR YOUR ART.
DON’T ASK ME WHAT LOGIC IS WHERE WE’RE GOING WE DON’T NEED LOGIC
pocketfullofaces replied to your post: OOC
Go the fuck to sleep JFC :|
I DO WHAT I WANT OKAY
CAW CAW MOTHERFUCKERS
Hello five thirty in the morning. How are you.
What’s that? You haven’t slept yet? YEAH ME EITHER.
Hulk out, yo.
//I’m really kind of falling in love with the idea of the developing relationship between all of them. Logan and Remy so hot and heavy and fast and then this huge thing and they’re bending and might just shatter apart. And then Clint, who’s so broken in and of himself, but kind of as the tempering agent between the two.
And friendship/more/weird twisted dynamic, who the hell knows, but it’d be interesting as fuck to find out.
Plus Logan would feel even more guilty that someone else stepped up for Rem, which is hilarious to me.
(( And God have mercy on him if he asked if Hawkeye and Remy are a thing. Remy would be so pissed and omg
YEAH ))
//Oh, please, you know he’s going to. Because he’s a giant five year old and he’ll sulk.
But then he’ll give Clint a beer as a thank you and make them eggs because it’s the only thing he can do without burning and sit in between his guys and yeah. It could be good.
Or he’ll start stabbing things.
SOME DAYS I AM JUST NOT SURE
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pocketfullofaces reblogged your post: ooc;
#Not break up #Logan’s just gonna take off #he’ll be back #but Remy wont exactly be happy about it #he’s already paranoid and has no friends GDI
((LOL now I’m tempted to leave our Clint+Remy thread at them being new friends while Clint attempts to flirt a bit, and then he can come in once Logan takes off and pat Remy on the shoulder like ‘Logan’s a good dude, I promise :D’ Of course, if you guys want to keep Logan/Remy and Clint/Remy separate, that’s totally cool!))
(( I’m tempted to do both, actually. Because meanwhile I love the idea of Remy being a trophy husband for Clint, he could also use some friends.
Then again, I don’t think if he’d like having a guy who slept with Logan around. He gets really damn jealous and really easily too. ))
//I like angsty threesomes » And if Logan came back to find Clint couch-crashing and taking care of Remy, I think it’d be a really interesting dynamic. I don’t know if an actual threesome would happen, but it would be cool to play out.
Just my two cents! If either of you wanted to play around with that in the Logan/Remy verse, I’d be up for it. :)
((Also if we did ever do that, I’d take out the backstory of Clint having a one night with Logan, just to make things run smoother.
But we totally don’t have to. I always forget it’s rude to insert myself into other RPs, oops. Sorry! ))
//Oh you shush, like I’d ever think you were rude. <3 Love you, ridiculous thing you <3
(( Pfft, oh, Logan’s reaction to Hawkeye casually sleeping on the couch…
But really, in a way, it would make it way easier for Remy to welcome Logan back afterwards. Because if he was alone he would just… Stop sleeping and eating and yell at everyone until they got the Hell out of his house. But if Hawkeye was there to at least make sure the guy occasionally slept - and acted as that only goddamn friend in the world for him - yeah, Remy would be in way better condition and WAY more forgiving towards Logan. ))
//I’m really kind of falling in love with the idea of the developing relationship between all of them. Logan and Remy so hot and heavy and fast and then this huge thing and they’re bending and might just shatter apart. And then Clint, who’s so broken in and of himself, but kind of as the tempering agent between the two.
And friendship/more/weird twisted dynamic, who the hell knows, but it’d be interesting as fuck to find out.
Plus Logan would feel even more guilty that someone else stepped up for Rem, which is hilarious to me.
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pocketfullofaces reblogged your post: ooc;
#Not break up #Logan’s just gonna take off #he’ll be back #but Remy wont exactly be happy about it #he’s already paranoid and has no friends GDI
((LOL now I’m tempted to leave our Clint+Remy thread at them being new friends while Clint attempts to flirt a bit, and then he can come in once Logan takes off and pat Remy on the shoulder like ‘Logan’s a good dude, I promise :D’ Of course, if you guys want to keep Logan/Remy and Clint/Remy separate, that’s totally cool!))
(( I’m tempted to do both, actually. Because meanwhile I love the idea of Remy being a trophy husband for Clint, he could also use some friends.
Then again, I don’t think if he’d like having a guy who slept with Logan around. He gets really damn jealous and really easily too. ))
//I like angsty threesomes » And if Logan came back to find Clint couch-crashing and taking care of Remy, I think it’d be a really interesting dynamic. I don’t know if an actual threesome would happen, but it would be cool to play out.
Just my two cents! If either of you wanted to play around with that in the Logan/Remy verse, I’d be up for it. :)
((Also if we did ever do that, I’d take out the backstory of Clint having a one night with Logan, just to make things run smoother.
But we totally don’t have to. I always forget it’s rude to insert myself into other RPs, oops. Sorry! ))
//Oh you shush, like I’d ever think you were rude. <3 Love you, ridiculous thing you <3
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pocketfullofaces reblogged your post: ooc;
#Not break up #Logan’s just gonna take off #he’ll be back #but Remy wont exactly be happy about it #he’s already paranoid and has no friends GDI
((LOL now I’m tempted to leave our Clint+Remy thread at them being new friends while Clint attempts to flirt a bit, and then he can come in once Logan takes off and pat Remy on the shoulder like ‘Logan’s a good dude, I promise :D’ Of course, if you guys want to keep Logan/Remy and Clint/Remy separate, that’s totally cool!))
(( I’m tempted to do both, actually. Because meanwhile I love the idea of Remy being a trophy husband for Clint, he could also use some friends.
Then again, I don’t think if he’d like having a guy who slept with Logan around. He gets really damn jealous and really easily too. ))
//I like angsty threesomes » And if Logan came back to find Clint couch-crashing and taking care of Remy, I think it’d be a really interesting dynamic. I don’t know if an actual threesome would happen, but it would be cool to play out.
Just my two cents! If either of you wanted to play around with that in the Logan/Remy verse, I’d be up for it. :)
Remy licked his lips. Now it was getting interesting.
See, any normal person would’ve been worried sick in a situation like this. But Remy? Well. He’d always been a little twisted in the head. Not to mention that he’d witnessed Logan’s ability to regenerate before, and he knew this guy could basically take anything.
He’d panic and cry and whine alright, but not right now. Later.
“What has it got in it’s pocketses,” The man murmured, snickering, gaze wandering to the side.
This made the guards stop. Stare. Alright. What kind of a mad man was this?
“…What?” One of them spoke up, brows raised, gazing at his co-workers and then back to Gambit. See, Stryker had his back turned, as did the two other guards - this would do. Besides, Logan could still see him, that was enough.
“What has it got in it’s nasty… Little… Pocketses?” Remy repeated. Smirking. Lookin right to the guard asking. And, of course, they would fall right into his trap. See, he figured these guys would be required to check for weapons - and immediately, he did. First, the right pocket of Remy’s jeans - and then the left, where he discovered a deck of cards.
A very disbelieving gaze was given to the mutant.
“Cards,” The guard replied, “Is this supposed to—-…”
The moment the man popped that deck open, mentioned cards scattered around. One immediately flew back to cut that damn rope, and Remy launched himself in the air, ducking behind that chair because - just as expected - rapid fire followed. He could hear this guy called Stryker curse and ask what the Hell was going on.
One, two, three cards shot at the guard with a taser - one to the ribcage, then chest, and then between his eyes. He fell down dead. One guard tried approaching Remy behind that damn chair - which was, really, of sturdier make than he’d expected - and faced a similar fate.
One could basically hear Stryker rolling his eyes.
“The only way out of this room is through this door,” He could hear someone - could’ve been Stryker or one of the guards - speak up. “And you’re not getting through that door without going through us.”
“But that is where you are wrong,” Remy spoke back, rubbing his wrists while he gave a chuckle. “See, I have literal aces up my sleeve.”
A card was held up, and then placed right on the ground. Quickly, getting out of the cover and out of the card’s way, Remy leaped back and gave a smirk. He wasn’t unbreakable like Logan, yes, so he had to stay out of the line of fire - but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be of some use. More distraction for the guards, less bargaining chips for Stryder.
A confident smile was flashed to Logan even despite the split lip, before he gave a wink. “Adieu.”
Then there was an explosion. The floor blew up to pieces, and Remy disappeared right out of the hole. Damn, he was bleeding. He’d need to patch that up. But first things first - finding the Security systems. Oh, this’d be fun.
…If he didn’t get caught first.
Was Remy fucking quoting that Hobbit movie? Jesus Christ, did they hit him in the head? Except he got it, about a minute before the carnage started, and he just started to laugh.
Fuck if he cared about himself. But Remy had a shot at getting out.
And God, he was gorgeous to watch. All that power, all that graceful, deadly speed, and Remy was swaggering out of the room in an explosion and a wink. And he was gone. He had a better chance out there, frankly, than Logan could give him in here. At least with those chains on.
Stryker looked furious, barking orders, before he turned back to Logan.
“Seems like you misplaced your bargaining chip,” Logan pointed out dryly.
“Someone give me the knives.” Stryker rolled up his sleeves, murderous rage in his eyes. “Just because you heal, Logan, doesn’t mean it won’t hurt like hell.”
Fifteen minutes later, the intercom system crackled to life. And Logan’s screams, bitten off and hoarse, echoed around the compound.
Well, not that breaking him was the first thing in his mind. In the sense that Logan thought anyway.
A breathy chuckle was given, before Remy found Logan’s lips, and lingered there. Free hand found Logan’s shaft again, the tip of his own erection rubbing up against his entrance whilst a needy, shuddering moan was released into the other man’s mouth.
This was just goddamn brilliant. Logan was already easily the sexiest goddamn bastard on earth and here he was, offering himself to Remy. He would not decline the offer.
Without a warning, lips still locked together, Gambit thrusted in. Achingly slow and all the way to the bottom, a low and guttural groan leaving him as he did, feeling his erection twitch inside the other. Again. Really, how the Hell was he still holding on in the first place was a goddamn mystery, because everything about Logan was driving him up the fucking walls. The feeling of his burning skin, those moans, the way he would thrust back up against Remy and shudder under his touch - everything.
Oh, thank fuck. Logan had been pretty damn sure he was going to go insane. As Remy pressed into him, Logan’s head fell back, fingers clenching on Remy’s shoulders; that delicious ache, that sharp burn, it shook straight through him, right to pleasure.
“God,” he gasped, barely able to even form the word. Logan’s hips snapped back, his back arching in a desperate need to take Remy even deeper. To somehow melt into him completely until the shuddering pleasure was the only thing left.
They kissed, Logan wrapping his legs more firmly around Remy’s waist, their lips meeting in a messy clash. Logan’s fingers wrapped in Remy’s hair, pulling him in closer, the moans lost in Remy’s mouth.
“Harder,” he muttered with a growl. “Goddamn you, Remy, fuck me, please.” Jesus fuck, he was going to fall apart.
Remy wanted to kick and scream, to tell Logan to drop it and just go home. Truth be told, before The Wolverine himself came to care for the thief, he’d been prepared to end his life rather soon. Maybe take an impossible job, breaking into a secure vault from which it was impossible to make it out alive.
But, no. Logan had given him hope. And he was giving him hope now, by offering to turn up. He would be alright though, wouldn’t he? He was basically unbeatable. Whoever this dick was couldn’t take him, not dead or alive.
Mentioned man had, at this point, noticed Gambit glaring at him. He snickered.
“Don’t fancy being tied up, do you?”
“Let us say, there is only one person in th’ world who’s allowed ta tie me up. Ever.”
“Ooh, kitty’s got claws!” Spoke one of the guards. Remy shot a glare at him as well.
“You ‘ave no idea.”
Now, now - He’d been in worse situations before. All he really needed to do was wait for these people to spread out a little. If the big boss left the room, so would at least two of his guards - that would leave Remy with four. Only one of them had a taser - what’s the logic in that? - meanwhile the other three carried weapons. Judging by that nasty itch in his wrists, this had to be some pretty damn good rope, though, the kind sailors used to tie down their ships - but that wouldn’t stop him. All he needed was get his cards out of his pocket and he’d be free in no time.
He had to wait for a good while, too, but he knew his distraction was to arrive soon; There was a voice in the comms.
“The Wolverine is here, sir.”
And just as expected, that fat and ugly little man slithered out, giving Remy a grin. The thief replied with a rather sarcastic smile, himself.
Mon Dieu, he hoped this plan of his wouldn’t be his last. Distract this son of a bitch now, Logan, and I swear to God I’ll make it out of here alive.
Well, apparently they’d been ready for him. Because Logan wasn’t walking in the front door under his own free will. They’d met him at the door with tasers that probably could have taken down a goddamn elephant. It’d stopped his heart for a while; long enough for him to wake up in chains.
And he couldn’t cut through them. They were hauling him into the room, chains bound around his neck and arms, twisting his hands around so that he was aiming at his own chest. Which hadn’t stopped him; as soon as he’d woken up, he’d ripped open his chest in an effort to get free. The chains were something his claws couldn’t make it through; now he was bloody and gagging as he was hauled forward, thrown into a room to wind up half on his side.
As Logan struggled to sit up, a man stepped forward, the lights finally illuminating his face.
“Stryker.” Logan growled, getting to his knees, giving the man a teeth-bearing smirk. “You bastard. I thought you were dead.”
“Yes, well.” Stryker folded his arms, looking far too pleased with himself. Logan wanted to pull his arms off. “Apparently you left a little too soon.”
“Apparently.” Logan wrenched his shoulders, trying to get his arms free. “How about a do-over. I’ll make it stick this time.”
Logan’s gaze went past Stryker to … Remy. God. Immediately Logan’s struggles doubled as he tried to jerk himself free. “Let him go.”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” Stryker gave him a patient smile. “Not until you agree to a few terms.”
“Go fuck yourself. How about those terms?”
Logan stared for a moment before cracking a quick laugh, shaking his head. That was one step of preparation he normally didn’t bother with. Not that he’d done this a lot. He could count on one hand, actually; at least, that he remembered. And mostly it was some lube, some fingers, and then fucking him into a wall. Or a floor.
…Had he done it on a bed? Logan…honestly didn’t think so. Not with a guy, anyway. Then again, fucking the Wolverine was more like a trophy than anything else.
“I,” he hauled Remy in for a kiss, “am not breakable.” But he wasn’t going to turn down a chance to get his hands around that cock.
Slicking up his fingers, Logan stroked Remy, grip tight from base to head, sliding his palm slowly along the heated skin. Christ. “You’re so damn good,” he mumbled, kissing Remy with a low moan. “Jesus fuck.”
Remy felt himself twitch against that contact more than once, and it drew a series of moans from him. Three fingers easily entered Logan now, and they picked up a pace with his touch, his own hips rocking against his hand.
Yes, Logan sure as Hell wasn’t breakable, and nothing was more attractive than that. But Remy would take his time. Not only because watching him become restless was a turn-on, but also because he felt Logan needed someone to do this for him. Just take the time to love him, not just fuck him.
The situation, though - it was quickly driving him crazy.
Fingers pulled out of Logan, and one arm found it’s place next to his head. Red eyes, with pupils blown with lust, gazed down to the man below him. “Not breakable, huh,” He repeated, a slight tremble in his voice and a hitch in his breath. “Let’s put that to a test, shall we?”
A slow grin curved up Logan’s lips. “Oh, please,” he murmured, legs spreading wider, fingers still wrapped around Remy’s cock. “Try to break me.” Logan was going to enjoy the effort, that was for damn sure.
They kissed again, a dance of lips and teeth, Logan sucking on Remy’s tongue as they withdrew to pant quick, needy breaths. They shared air like they were dying for it, like nothing existed outside of one another.
Logan wrapped his legs around Remy’s hips, hooking him in closer. “You are driving me goddamn crazy, froggie,” he murmured with a smirk, teasing bites down Remy’s neck. “Fuck me, already.”
Remy had to admire the grace these guys had. Really, even he couldn’t break into an apartment, grab someone, render them unconscious and be out of there within two goddamn minutes. Then again, he worked alone - these people didn’t.
There he’d been, standing right in front of that fridge, nose wrinkling at the odd smell coming from it. He probably should’ve cleaned that up. He was, after all, the tidy one in this relationship. That was mainly because he was so used to only staying still for two-ish months so it was easier, keeping everything in order, in the boxes, put away neatly.
He actually had a bit of a hard time, for once, scattering his stuff around the apartment. That’s what he’d been doing that day; Wondering about simple things like where the Hell to put his clothes. He’d always kept them in a box. Normal people put them in the closet though, right?
And then, as he’d stood there, both the window and door suddenly slammed open. He hadn’t even heard them pick the locks, not a single peep, which is what alarmed him the most. His hand had reached for a knife, but they were quicker; One clean knock to the head, arms behind his back, blindfold on his eyes. There, after all, had to be something wrong with those eyes. Guy might’ve been telekinetic all they knew.
If only they knew.
Now, Gambit had been in and out of it ever since. For a good few hours at least. He knew he’d been transferred somewhere, he knew he’d been beaten at some point, but he was unconscious for most of that. And somehow, he got the feeling it was all just for show, not to actually kill him or anything. They hadn’t broken his limbs yet - not even his fingers! - so they must’ve needed him intact. His biggest clue, of course, was one of the men in the room muttering “Do you think this looks bad enough?”
Someone had muttered a response. Then, the blindfold was torn off, and Remy let a growl in return. He expected interrogation; What he got was a cameraphone to his face. Which is when he understood.
They were going after Logan.
He had to admit, his breath hitched when a man in his fifties strudded up to him - the man who was holding the phone - a smirk on his face. “Let’s see how our beast reacts to this,” He’d muttered. Remy narrowed his eyes, whilst he tried so hard to not let panic settle in.
He did have his deck of cards in his pocket. For some reason, these idiots hadn’t picked it up yet. Probably didn’t think it dangerous which, of course, was very bad planning for their part. But he wouldn’t reveal it just yet, either. He’d use that for an emergency - for when he actually knew where he was, and that Logan was alright.
“Now sit tight, lover boy,” Snickered the man, whilst hitting ‘send’. “We’ll see if your lovely little Wolverine gives a damn about you after all.”
How is it that this was the first time Remy actually doubted?
He should have known.
It was always the same damn story, wasn’t it? The past Logan couldn’t remember, all those dark parts of his brain that were closed off and unknown to him, they would come roaring back to bite him in the fucking ass. People who wanted him for reasons Logan didn’t know, organizations that had made him, that had torn him apart and put him back together again, poking their heads out of their little holes and blowing his life to hell.
When his phone had chirped at him, Logan had just walked out of yet another bar, filled with more people who hadn’t seen Remy in days. Scowling, Logan hit the button for the text message without even looking at who it was from, and it took him a moment to comprehend what he was seeing.
Remy.
Christ, Remy.
Who the fuck is this?
His fingers flew over the keys, anger settling in, a fire just begging for a place to burn.
Manners, Wolverine.
Oh, God. This was his fault. Remy was hurt because of him.
What do you want?
I swear to any god you pray to that if you hurt him, I will rip you apart.
He waited, tense, all but vibrating with the need to tear someone apart, to find him.
Then you should do as I say. It’s time for you to come home, Logan.
…Who the hell was this?
An address came next, and Logan was kicking off, his bike passing cars, engine racing.
On my way.
It was so damn easy to get lost in the sensations, in the way Remy was stroking him, the twist of his fingers deep inside of him. It wasn’t enough, not by a long shot, but Logan was already panting hard, already having each breath catch in a moan.
His fingers caught in Remy’s hair, sliding down to his back, pulling him closer in a wordless plea for more.
It was all heat and skin, Logan’s lips restlessly exploring, as if he couldn’t sate himself. As if none of this would ever be enough.
“What?” And yes, perhaps Logan was a bit stupid when he was so turned on. His hand had reached down to Remy’s wrist, pulling his fingers deeper, rocking back as if he could fuck himself on Remy’s hand. And now Logan was blinking up at him, trying hard to catch up to what was happening.
“I thought…” Shaking his head, Logan frowned. ”I didn’t know you were that flexible.”
Remy couldn’t help the laugh that left him. Jesus, was Logan inexperienced or just kind of daft? Nah. Must’ve been his brain too busy telling him to fuck Remy senseless to actually process any other kind of brain activity. Which, really, was a compliment.
“How about,” Remy murmured in reply, the hand from Logan’s cock moving to take the hand that was grasping his. “You grab that lube try coverin’ me with it, chere?”
Really, did this guy not watch gay porn? No, no, you’re right - guys like Logan didn’t need to, they got laid anyway. And, really, he wouldn’t have minded fucking Logan to climax with nothing but his fingers, he really wouldn’t. The way he’d already been reduced into moans was already making Remy’s breath hitch, his own erection twitching at almost every single sound.
And that look in Logan’s eyes? Jesus, it was driving him wild more than it should’ve. This was the moment when Remy finally realized how in deep he really was going with this guy.
No turning back not.
Logan stared for a moment before cracking a quick laugh, shaking his head. That was one step of preparation he normally didn’t bother with. Not that he’d done this a lot. He could count on one hand, actually; at least, that he remembered. And mostly it was some lube, some fingers, and then fucking him into a wall. Or a floor.
…Had he done it on a bed? Logan…honestly didn’t think so. Not with a guy, anyway. Then again, fucking the Wolverine was more like a trophy than anything else.
“I,” he hauled Remy in for a kiss, “am not breakable.” But he wasn’t going to turn down a chance to get his hands around that cock.
Slicking up his fingers, Logan stroked Remy, grip tight from base to head, sliding his palm slowly along the heated skin. Christ. “You’re so damn good,” he mumbled, kissing Remy with a low moan. “Jesus fuck.”
“Hey, listen, I was thinking.” Logan didn’t even look up as he unlocked the door, pushing his way into the apartment with his arms loaded with groceries. “Cooking can’t be that hard. I mean, if goddamn Hank can make pasta, I can. Guy might be a genius in the lab, but he’s kind of an idiot when it comes to, you know, everything else. So I got some stuff.”
He bustled into the kitchen, putting bags down, throwing stuff into the fridge. Which…had a strange smell. Huh. He should do something about that at some point. Or maybe he’d make Remy do it. Logan wasn’t big on cleaning.
“But I’m not drinking goddamn wine, I don’t care what the fuck anyone says. Beer. Picked up that prissy kind you like.” Logan was used to this, now. This easy domesticity. The way that he and Rem seemed to fit. They clicked, somehow, hell if Logan knew how. But he wasn’t going to question it. For however little time he got, he was going to revel in it.
“Rem?” Logan grabbed himself one of said beers, frowning when he realized he’d been babbling for ten damn minutes and he hadn’t heard a peep from Remy. “Simple yes or no is all I’m lookin’ for here.”
…Nothing.
Logan’s apartment was not that large. And it didn’t take long for him to look in the bedroom, the empty bathroom, back out to the kitchen. Even the fire escape was empty.
An hour earlier, he’d gotten a text that Remy was horny, hungry, and would meet him at home. And now there was…nothing.
Logan refused to give in to the twist of panic. Getting out his phone, he started dialing. Remy didn’t answer; his phone went straight to voicemail. So Logan called everyone else. Everyone. Every damn person he knew that might have heard from or seen Remy.
Even fucking Marie, who didn’t ask him why he wanted to know. Just told him the same thing everyone else did.
He does this, Logan, you know that.
He’ll turn up.
Did you check to make sure all your stuff was there?
Logan didn’t want to believe it. He didn’t want to accept the thought that Remy would just…leave. Not after everything they’d said.
Then again, words didn’t mean a goddamn thing. Logan knew that better than anyone.
Except. Remy’s staff was still leaning against the wall, by the door. His coat was still hanging over a chair. There were pieces of him scattered around, dried leaves left to mock Logan with their false permanence.
No. Logan wasn’t buying it. If Remy was really gone, he’d know.
So he shrugged back on his leather jacket and stomped down to his bike. He’d check every dive bar and strip club from here to fucking Mexico if he had to. Wherever Remy was, Logan would find him.
That was it. That was the only option. He’d shake down whoever he had to, he’d do whatever he needed to, and he’d find Remy. End of goddamn story.
