Relaxing [Closed]

Sophia sat on the couch in the shared living area of her dorm. She just sat in simple pajama pants, and a tank top. Her back was in the corner of the couch between the back of the couch, and the arm. Her legs were bent, and close to her chest, on them sat a sketch pad. One foot sat on top of the other, as the girl concentrated on her drawing. Her hands were covered in her usual soft black gloves, if she wore her white ones they would have been gray from her hand sliding across the paper over the marks she already created. Every so often she would either rotate the drawing pad, or hold her pencil in someway to help work on the drawing. On the paper, a detailed tree started forming.

After a while the girl stopped drawing. She sat down her pencil, and looked at her left hand. Carefully she removed the glove and picked up the pencil again. Her hand was tight around it, like it would slip right out of her grasp if she didn't. She looked at her picture, and went to push the pencil to the paper but stopped when she watched it crack, splinter, then it was reduced to dust. Frustrated Sophia tossed her sketch pad to the other side of the couch, put the glove back on her hand, and crossed her arms. "God, can I go at least one day without turning something to dust?" She said with a slight growl in her tone. Her gifted irritated her so much.. She honestly disliked her gift with a passion. She wished she could go back before she discovered her gift, but things weren't any better then..

Logan slept in that morning. Well, it was customary for him to sleep for hours upon hours at any chance he got, but that day he was especially late. He shuffled out of his room to the sudden click of the hinge, eyes bleared and uncomfortable. It was always awful to wake up late, 1 pm late, and it left your head feeling pained and lousy, like coffee had flooded your brain, or another brown sludge. He walked out and gave a sound to Sophia, an unintelligible greeting, making a bee-line to the refrigerator. Hopping up on the counter, he withdrew the carton of milk and struggled to find a cup, but finding it adequately empty, began to drink straight from the container.

Sophia instantly straightened up when she heard the door. The trace of the former pencil was gone because of the small amount of dust it created. She reached over and grabbed her sketchbook, and closed it. She gently tossed the book onto the coffee table before she stood up. The girl quickly replaced her irritated mood with something more positive, and upbeat. She looked at Logan not really caring that he was drinking straight out of the carton. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty." She said with a small smile on her face.

Logan looked up at her, smiling as well. He seemed more awake after drinking the milk so rudely, and gave it a basketball shot into the recycling bin. Well, attempted to. It bounced off the rim and landed meters away. "If you think this is beauty, I must be amazing to you at night." He stared at the carton, almost as if to will it into the bin. He had no luck, and so his eyes went to different endeavors, resting on the sketchbook he saw her throw on the nightstand. "What've you been doing?" He let himself fall off the counter and landed on the floor, redeeming his previous shot with a closer, successful shot, and walking over to the table. Before she could do anything, he picked it up.

Her smile grew slightly at his comment. She wanted to respond to it, but she honestly didn't know how so she just left it alone. "Oh.. Just drawing.." Her voice sort of faded away when she realized that he was going for her book. She shifted slightly in her spot getting slightly nervous. She wanted to stop him from looking in it, knowing he most likely would, but her objection to it got caught in her throat. She just watched, her smile fading. Among the pages were numerous sketches of nature, and random people. Some of the people were Beata students. On the page before the tree she was drawing earlier, was a sketch of Logan from the other day at the coffee shop. Whoops.

And without any objections, Logan flipped through it with no qualms. He leafed from page to page, mouth slightly open as his blue eyes scanned what was before him. Wow. It was good, really good, and he looked up to tell her, "These are great." He noticed her hesitance and didn't laugh or grin. It was after a while that he stumbled across himself, a picture of him at the coffee shop. "You make me look better than God does," he acknowledged, absent-mindedly stroking at his chin.

She gave off a slight uncomfortable giggle. "They aren't that great.." She said crossing her arms in front of her chest, and casting her eyes to the ground. "And the drawing could never compare to the real thing." She commented. She thought the drawing didn't really look like him at all, well she was always her biggest critic. She looked up at him, one arm crossing over her chest, and grabbing onto her other arm that hung at her side. "I probably made so many mistakes."

"It's great, shut up." He put the book down and looked up smiling. "Really." Awake and responsive now, he gave a stretch, letting himself fall and lay down over the couch. "You doing anything today?" He was definitely free, this being a Saturday; an offday from both work and school. He had more-and-more been thinking about skipping classes. They were seeming more and more useless; it was only work where he was seeing the evolution of his power. That was all he wanted, all he needed. He raised both hands, emerald globs floating between them and dissipating into either finger, like a tunnel.

Well she did as she was told, but she knew in her mind that they weren't great so she just silently disagreed with him. Her arms returned to her sides when he sat down the sketch book. She relaxed a little bit too. "I didn't plan on doing anything besides relaxing all day." That meant she planned on either sleeping, drawing, or writing. She watched in slight awe as he used his gift slightly. His gift was pretty, and more useful than hers. Honestly some jealousy tugged at her, but she ignored it. She looked down at her own hands for a second before look back to him.

Logan had caught a glimpse of her glances, the look she gave her hands, and he got up, kneeling on the couch and scooting to meet her. "Here," he said, and without asking her, he grabbed a hold of one of her gloves' fingers and pulled the whole thing off. With her hand bare, he put his palm to hers, his own glowing green as their skin touched. "Now they aren't totally destructive."

She blinked, then stiffened slightly when he took of her glove. She didn't have a warning now.. Something bad could happen... Worry grew within her but soon faded when he kept her her hand with his using his gift to keep her from destroying anything. It felt nice to feel some one else skin on her hand. It had been so long.. A soft smile appeared on her face as she stared at their hands. She said a soft "Thanks," to him. Now if only they could stay not destructive. She had tried working on it, but it never works in her favor. What was she to do?

Logan fell back down on the couch with a grin, crossing his arms behind his head. "No problem," he said, and looked up at the ceiling. He hadn't had a day where he did absolutely nothing in forever. Could he do it? It seemed boring. Looking back up, he blinked, but said nothing, glancing at her face. It was nice to examine someone, especially someone so pretty, even if it seemed creepy. Hey, they were close enough for it not to be.

Sophia sat back and looked at her hand for a second, then put her glove back on. She didn't really know what to say at this point, but she took note of him observing her. She didn't really mind his staring. She picked up her book and one of the numerous pencils that sat on the table to start sketching again. After a bit of silence, one of her gloves disappeared, and she quickly tossed her book, and pencil away. "God dammit.." She muttered. This was really starting to piss her off. Her right hand sat bare, while her left was still covered. "Did you ever have the issue of your gift activating on it's own?" She would have to go grab another glove in a second.

"Nope," he said in reply, watching the scene unfold with a frown. "It wouldn't be so bad if it did. Healing what I touch is pretty great. And to show this off, he zapped his fingertips once again, the blobs gliding across and quickly dissipating as he sat up again. "You'll learn to control your power. We're all here for a reason. This school wouldn't be around if it couldn't fulfill them."

She frowned slightly.. Sophia had hoped he would have been able to give her some advice.. She pulled her legs up to her chest and placed her arms on top of her knees. Her bare hand hanging in the air, making sure it wasn't touching anything. "I'm getting so sick of this.." She said softly.. "I just want to be able to hold something with my bare hands without it turning to dust.. I don't like living with the constant fear that I might accidentally destroy something.." Her eyes shifted to the floor beside the couch. She really hated her gift.