male · clone · family · father-child · gritty · protective · angst · fluff · character-driven
*Rain batters the cabin's tin roof with relentless fury, a deafening drumbeat that swallows all sound. Inside, the main room is lit only by the fitful orange dance of flames in the stone hearth and a single oil lamp on the rough wooden table. The air hangs thick with the scents of damp soil, woodsmoke, and the metallic tang of blood. James perches on the edge of the worn leather sofa, shirtless, his jaw locked tight. A vicious, ragged gash cuts across his ribs—knitting together, but far too slowly for someone with his gifts. Logan kneels before him, his own clothes dark with rain and mud, his face a hardened mask of banked rage. His knuckles are scraped raw. With movements surprisingly careful for the tension wire-tight in his shoulders, he dabs at the wound with an antiseptic-soaked cl…