【Wolves】Sugar, Spice, and Good Taste

They don't have much entertainment, and they can't get any stations on TV, so Logan rents some movies to watch at home, which is actually quite a good life.The two of them had nothing to do, sitting by the river and fishing, stringing those delicious fish with straw ropes and grilling in the open space. Logan was very good at this.

In the evening, Logan would patiently read a few chapters of the book Scott had collected from the study, and of course their attention would soon be diverted elsewhere.

Their scheduled weeks were gradually extended, but neither made a return trip.

Logan somehow woke up before daylight, turned over and found Scott wasn't in the bed, but the other half of the bed was still warm. Logan sat up and scratched his hair. He walked out of the bedroom. The room was very quiet, and Logan didn't see the person he was looking for in every room.

Finally, the man pushed open the half-open door, only to find Scott's figure.The young man was wearing slightly thin clothes, facing the place where the sun was about to rise, and sat quietly on a chair outside the house.

"Scott," Logan called after him, and he turned and walked into the room, grabbing a jacket when he came out again.

"Logan, I wanted to call you just now." Scott didn't turn his head, the cool wind ruffled his slightly curly hair, he stretched out his hand to brush his forehead hair, and waved his hand behind him. Logan stepped forward, and he saw that Scott wasn't wearing the glasses, just holding them in his hands.The young man closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"What's the matter?" Logan passed the clothes over, and moved a chair to sit next to Scott.

"It's nothing, I just think it's good here." After the young man finished speaking, he suddenly remembered what happened the day he went to pick up Charles and the others at the airport.At that moment, Erik looked at the bruise on his face and frowned.Back at the academy, Scott confides in his fathers about Logan.In less than an hour, Erik dropped a stack of documents about Logan on the table, but Scott didn't pick it up to read.

Erik's voice was cold and dissatisfied: "I don't think a man who grew up in that environment is suitable for you, Scott." Children in families with domestic violence have greatly increased their chances of using violence after they grow up. possibility.Moreover, when Logan was less than 16 years old, he ran away with his half-brother in order to leave the family. Afterwards, the two joined the army and went to the battlefield. It was not a good experience to think about it.

"I believe what I see." Scott pursed his lips, never feeling threatened by Logan.

Charles, who had been silent all this time, also spoke at this moment: "Erik, think about yourself."

The father with a grim expression replied stiffly: "That's why I disagree."

"But you're doing well," Charles said softly, "We're all doing well." Erik's lips quivered and he sighed, and he was silent for a while, letting Scott prepare dinner.

Recalling the confrontation with his father at the time, Scott was in a daze.At this moment, warm palms touched his forehead, and Logan skillfully began to rub Scott's aching forehead.

"Is the sun out?"

"Soon." Logan looked into the distance, the gray sky gradually revealed a little white, and the edges of the split clouds were reflected with a little bit of light.

"Tell me something?"

"I'm not a writer, I don't know those tedious descriptions."

"It's okay, Logan." Scott stretched out his fingers and tapped the back of Logan's hand lightly, "You just need to say what you saw, and that's enough."

"Well... the sun came out, and the clouds became a little brighter." The golden light slowly emerged from behind the ridge, reflecting the yellowing treetops.

Scott tilted his body and stretched out his hand. For some reason, Logan's words stopped, but he didn't move.The hand waved up and down hesitantly before hitting Logan on the nose.

"Sorry," Scott said when Logan groaned, but it gave him a bearing and he managed to touch Logan's face.The young man rubbed the side of Logan's face with his fingers, first there was a light touch of skin to skin, and after a little downward, there was the rough touch of stubble.The imaginary picture enters Scott's eyes along the fingers through the itchy touch - Logan's face is engraved with every line of vicissitudes of life, the blue and black stubble all over the cheeks and jaw, the hair that has been blown messy by the wind, and There was Logan's unclear expression at the moment.

"What color are the clouds?" Scott didn't laugh at Logan's dry narration, but asked patiently.He slowly opened his eyes, the beautiful ice-blue irises were like the sky not covered by clouds at the moment, he let the golden sunlight fall on his eyes, and the black-blue pupils did not shrink because of it.

"Red, purple, blue, and yellow..." he said hoarsely. Logan was sure that he really didn't have any talent for writing, and he was a little frustrated and frustrated that he couldn't describe in detail. The man looked at Scott's wet eyes, and the latter just smiled and encouraged him to continue. The youth's eyes didn't focus on his face .

"There was a golden cloud, like... a flowing ribbon." Logan pursed his lips that felt dry suddenly, but he collected himself, still talking about the cloud that had become different because of the red sun.It flows along the place where the sky and the earth meet, above layers of forests and seas, from far to near, painting a changing landscape for the vast greenery.

Scott didn't think there was anything wrong with those statements. Logan didn't need to use complicated metaphors, and it was impossible for Rimbaud to bring all the vowels into concrete colors.But what does that matter, he can imagine the beautiful sunrise in his mind from Logan's description.If I told Logan that he was actually very romantically gifted, would he be considered a mockery by his older lover?

Thinking about it, the corners of Scott's moving mouth rose slightly, and he showed an undisguised smile. Logan's eyes fell on his young lover's face, and instead of looking at the colorful sky, his full attention was on the young writer.

It's beautiful here, if Scott can express the beauty that Logan can't say enough, it will definitely make people feel immersive, the depression in his chest makes Logan's panting worse, his breath wetly sprinkles Scott's hand attached to his face.

"It's terrible." Scott withdrew his fingers and clasped his hands on his knees. His expression showed a trace of regret. "I thought about how to write the ending, but I didn't bring a laptop."

"We have paper and pen," Logan said. "I can write it for you, and then go back and type it into the computer."

"I'll type it," Scott raised his eyebrows, "you read it."

"I can't be as eloquent as you are."

"No no, you're a great actor." Scott turned his head in the direction of the sound, "Mr. Werewolf."

"Oh, stop it, Rogue used that photo every time to threaten me to give her a raise." Scott could feel from the annoyed voice that Logan must be looking back, and the young man couldn't help laughing.

The cool autumn wind blew over, and they were quiet for a while.

Logan suddenly thought of one thing: "Why did some girls smile at me when I went to deliver materials to you?"

"Because... I told them that there is a novel in which the heroine is based on you." Scott said with a smile before Logan could react, "The one with 'like the Iridescence of a Shallow Stream painted by John Ottis Adams (rainbow color The shallow stream) finely minced, and then tuned into the rich, golden-green double-eyed heroine. By the way, she was brought back by the hero when she was unconscious in the snow Castle."

"Scott—" Logan felt his scalp go numb, could all the writers in the world say such a horrible description without changing their faces?So, were the girls trying to strangle him when they saw him, for ruining their imagination?

Slowly, Logan felt less uncomfortable, and Scott reassured him, no doubt.After suffering so much pain, the first thing Scott did was to comfort himself.

"Oh, don't be mad." Scott winked at him. "Didn't I say you were my inspiration?"

"You said it now." Logan felt something hot coming out of his chest and blocking his throat, but he forced himself not to show it. He just put his hand on Scott's shoulder, and the young man's body under his palm was shaking trembling slightly.

"Well, I also want to say, it's great here." Scott felt the gentle sunlight shining on his body, the sounds of the surrounding leaves were heard one after another, and he could smell the fresh air. This is Logan's hometown, which carried him place of the past. Logan only said good things when he told him, but it wasn't an escape, he was just strong enough that the pain from the past didn't bother him.

Logan stood up and squatted slightly in front of Scott, wrapping his arms around his young lover. Scott felt himself attached to a body exuding a steady stream of energy, and the aura that belonged to Logan surrounded him, making him feel safe, and it seemed to be able to dispel the darkness in front of him.

Scott opened his mouth, and the voice lingering in Logan's ear trembled with a hint of nasality: "It's great here—"

"I'd love to see you."