[Blood has such a distinct smell. It's metallic, tasting like a copper penny sitting right at the front of his mouth. It invades his nose and once he smells it, it's all he can scent on the air. Logan's seen his fair share of bloodshed, so it's familiar however he still has mixed emotions about it. It's never once been a great thing to come across.
He was looking at a standing display of reading glasses, trying them on and squinting at his reflection but now he's folding them up and turning around. He leaves his carry-basket on the ground and inadvertently steals the glasses by putting them in his jacket's inner lapel pocket on instinct while his nostrils flare and he walks toward the source. One aisle over, two... and on the third, right before he rounds the corner, he freezes.
Moments like this were once in a life time. You change the course of history and you get a second chance, but even that's beyond rational expectation. Once dead, stays dead, and he'd come to really grasp that - until arriving here, alive, now realizing only a few feet away is someone else he thought he lost. One time, two times too many? It doesn't matter.
He breathes in deep, hand holding on to the aisle shelf next to him - pushing tins of tuna askew before he lurches around to stare down the aisle with a surprisingly stricken look on his face. Ashen and cold, his voice cracks immediately.]
spinning wheels ( b )
He was looking at a standing display of reading glasses, trying them on and squinting at his reflection but now he's folding them up and turning around. He leaves his carry-basket on the ground and inadvertently steals the glasses by putting them in his jacket's inner lapel pocket on instinct while his nostrils flare and he walks toward the source. One aisle over, two... and on the third, right before he rounds the corner, he freezes.
Moments like this were once in a life time. You change the course of history and you get a second chance, but even that's beyond rational expectation. Once dead, stays dead, and he'd come to really grasp that - until arriving here, alive, now realizing only a few feet away is someone else he thought he lost. One time, two times too many? It doesn't matter.
He breathes in deep, hand holding on to the aisle shelf next to him - pushing tins of tuna askew before he lurches around to stare down the aisle with a surprisingly stricken look on his face. Ashen and cold, his voice cracks immediately.]
Jean.