- Messages
- 149
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Straight 12" Unyielding Cedar Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 11/2024
During the Yule Ball
Logan continued to smile, actually genuinely when it came down to the nurses. They were rather exciting. Logan nodded in agreement, since they were, indeed, strange. Logan closed his eyes once more to enjoy the song, and the dancing, but then he felt her pull away a little bit, and he found himself looking into Ailsa's eyes. Her hand traced down his cheek, and he shivered slightly. But he wasn't cold. What was this feeling he was getting? She was holding the side of his face, and leaning in slightly. 'Oh my god, what are we doing? We are friends, right? Are we about to kiss?' Logan's mind was in a panic, but he calmed himself down. Ailsa was making him calm, relaxed, and helped him a lot when it came down to that incident. She really helped him, and then there was the fact that she was definitely beautiful. A smile finally crossed his features, as he leaned in to kiss Ailsa for the first time, even cupping her cheek with his own hand. However, a set of purple eyes made him stop. That face, that look. That smirk. He dropped his hands from Ailsa, and he backed away, as the boy that looked just like Chaos edged closer, not knowing that he was just taking some things to his date. His face paled, and he looked like he was going to throw up. Turning around, he bolted from the Great Hall.
After fleeing the Great Hall...
Logan had a stream of tears running down his face, exposing the fact that he used make up to cover up the dark circles under his eyes. He was trying to run, run away. Before he got hurt. Logan ended up tripping and falling to the ground, but he had no will to get back up. Visions of Chaos and himself that night flooded into his mind, and he clinched his head. He kept murmuring over and over again, "Don't hurt me, don't kill me, please." He was experienced a powerful flashback of the incident, and he lost all sense of reality. He could feel the flames on his back, and smell the bark burning. Logan was not aware of what was around him, but his eyes were open with tears running out, staring up at the ceiling. Logan did not understand what was happening to him. Logan's breathing was a little erratic, as he was anxious. Why did this happen to him? He thought that he had this, whatever it was, under control!
Logan continued to smile, actually genuinely when it came down to the nurses. They were rather exciting. Logan nodded in agreement, since they were, indeed, strange. Logan closed his eyes once more to enjoy the song, and the dancing, but then he felt her pull away a little bit, and he found himself looking into Ailsa's eyes. Her hand traced down his cheek, and he shivered slightly. But he wasn't cold. What was this feeling he was getting? She was holding the side of his face, and leaning in slightly. 'Oh my god, what are we doing? We are friends, right? Are we about to kiss?' Logan's mind was in a panic, but he calmed himself down. Ailsa was making him calm, relaxed, and helped him a lot when it came down to that incident. She really helped him, and then there was the fact that she was definitely beautiful. A smile finally crossed his features, as he leaned in to kiss Ailsa for the first time, even cupping her cheek with his own hand. However, a set of purple eyes made him stop. That face, that look. That smirk. He dropped his hands from Ailsa, and he backed away, as the boy that looked just like Chaos edged closer, not knowing that he was just taking some things to his date. His face paled, and he looked like he was going to throw up. Turning around, he bolted from the Great Hall.
After fleeing the Great Hall...
Logan had a stream of tears running down his face, exposing the fact that he used make up to cover up the dark circles under his eyes. He was trying to run, run away. Before he got hurt. Logan ended up tripping and falling to the ground, but he had no will to get back up. Visions of Chaos and himself that night flooded into his mind, and he clinched his head. He kept murmuring over and over again, "Don't hurt me, don't kill me, please." He was experienced a powerful flashback of the incident, and he lost all sense of reality. He could feel the flames on his back, and smell the bark burning. Logan was not aware of what was around him, but his eyes were open with tears running out, staring up at the ceiling. Logan did not understand what was happening to him. Logan's breathing was a little erratic, as he was anxious. Why did this happen to him? He thought that he had this, whatever it was, under control!