Written in the Stars April 14th, 1912. 6: 37pm by Adréa
Disclaimer: The song is from Aida, so credit to Disney. The Scarlet Pimpernel... I don't know who it belongs to now, but it was written by the Baroness Orczy. Well, everyone else seems to own the X-Men. Marvel, Fox, Warner Brothers, Universal, etc. etc. Why can't I? Look! They'll work for twinkies and beer! It's true! They did this fic for twinkies and beer. Although I had to throw in a few steaks and peeps somewhere...
Author's Notes: I tried to make it not exactly like Cameron's movie! But some things kinda snuck in there and stuck. Be prepared for suckiness! (that even a word?) Big shout out and thanks to my best friend JenN who unknowingly gave be ideas and knowingly gave me every ounce of support she could.
Author's Notes2: I don't even own Amy and Jenn for they are based on people I know. I'm currently working on another fic involving them that would go much farther into their personalities, so sorry if you don't understand things or what not because they aren't well developed in this one. Now, on with the show!
The sun was still out as Logan stood at the very peak of the ship on the Forward Castle deck. The wind was blowing harder than before, which meant they were either going into it, or the ship had sped up since the last time he was outside. Most likely the latter.
Logan leaned against the railing, puffing away on a cigar. His jacket was hanging loosely on him while his shirt was already unbuttoned and free of their confinement inside his pants. The cold had never bothered him before, so the chill in the air certainly wouldn't.
He was actually beginning to doubt that she would show when he heard the light footsteps behind him. Too light to be a man's, and too loud to be that shapeshifting bitch either. One would go for stealth footsteps and take advantage of the direction the wind was blowing.
The gruff man cocked his head so he could peer behind him and view the girl who had come. He was about to make some snide remark about how long she took, but his voice died in his throat.
She was standing, leaning against the railing and desperately tried to read from it instead of casting glances that were caught by him.
She really did look beautiful when her white streak was lit up by the sun and blowing in the wind, even if it made it a different color. The clouds in the sky ranged from the same color of the sun, to a deep purple. Where the sky and ocean met was a guess on anyone's part, it blended so perfectly. A painter couldn't have created a more beautiful piece of artwork than the sight laying before them from Mother Nature.
He watched Marie in silent wonderment. Watched her expression soften as she read, and her face become illuminated beautifully in the red light when she glanced out to the horizon. Logan had never paid attention to sunsets before that moment, but he quickly deemed it something he wanted to experience often, especially with Marie.
The young woman standing before him had never been more relaxed in her life. The setting was more beautiful than anything she had seen before. Her book no longer holding her interest, she replaced it in the folds of her skirt before venturing even closer to him.
The wind nipped at the hair that had broken free, and ravished the loose folds of her dress. She felt so free standing there with the wind riding against her in waves like a lover's gentle caress. A giggle rose from her lips at the childish memories entering her mind, when she used to sneak outside on the roof of her mansion just to view the sunset.
"Aren't you going to tell me why you asked me here?"
On the last bit of his cigar, Logan took one final puff before throwing it to the sea and turning to face her. "Do I really need to? You came, didn't you?"
Her face suddenly saddened. "Yes... But I only came for one thing..."
Logan didn't like that look on her face. It shouldn't be on her face. And the tone in her voice didn't help matters any either. "Like what?"
He watched as Marie took a few deep breaths to center herself. "I... am here to tell you... We can never meet again."
Logan felt as if he had just been slapped in the face. And he had many a time before, but it had never hurt this bad. "What?"
"I am sorry, Mr. Logan. It would be best if we did not see each other for the remainder of the voyage." Her words were harsh yet strained, and hurt her too. She didn't truly want to mean them, someone else was making her say those things to him. Yet it still hurt no less.
Dangerously close to showing her how wrong she was, he settled for just stepping closer. "Is that what you want?"
"I--"
"Because if it is, then I'll grant it," he interrupted. But I'm not going to leave you alone simply because your parents don't approve." He stared into her eyes, daring her to repeat those words to them.
Eyes brimming with tears, she said in a shaky voice, "It is what I want."
"Bullshit! It's not, and I can tell!" One more step and he was as close as he could be without physically touching her. She flinched back, but it didn't stop him. "Don't throw your life away because of them. You aren't their slave, you are a grown woman free to make her own choices in life."
"No, I'm not." Not wanting him to see the tears, she turned to face the water. "Just go..." she whispered.
"Fine," was all he replied with before turning on his heel and leaving her to her misery and her broken sunset, same as her heart.
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