Around Logan's coffeetable [Inactive]

Logan raised his curvy brows for a while. "God heavens, no! You wouldn't be here if I would have.", he said as he lowered his tea. "You see, I had to get away. That place was a mess for me: I felt like I was not welcome there anymore. I could felt my dad's breath always behind my neck. It was too much for me"; he said softly, lids flattering down again hardly but still Looking Karou, eyes half-open. "Did you ever wonder why I had my sleeves to my wrists? In hot summers, inside, outside.. Lying I couldn't swim?", he asked, crossing his legs once again. It was time to tell the truth to her. They acted all nice sonny-father-relationship, the hurtful background of their relationship not coming to Karou's awarness. He was too young back then.
 
Karou's eyes went to his wrists, so many childhood memories were making sense and this dark turn made comfortable. " Did he... Did your dad hurt you? Is that way you never show your skin? Oh god... I always thought you were just clumsy..."
 
Logan nodded deeply, leaning his wrinkless hands against his chin. "I was his living punching bag with no value", he said as he shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I hope you understand. You was too young to swallow the truth. I hated to lie to you", he apologied with deep nudge of head, pouting faintly. "When I was teen I gathered my strength and tried to escape. He just warned me that time with ordinary slaps, but the next time.. I never forget that evening"; he said with a monotonic, low voice, staring at nothing. Soon, he woke like from a coma. "But why should we worry the past? It was long time ago!", he cheered with a small smile, but frown showign his concern at something. "Unless you want to speak about it. I have got over it."
 
"I don't want to upset you." Karou's fingers went back to her scar, whenever she talked moments in the past it was as if she could feel it sting. The shattered glass, the screams that haunted her- Karou felt tears well up in her eyes and swiftly shut them. Crying was pathetic, crying gave away emotion. "Where is he now?" She took a deep breath and composed herself, "He can't hurt you anymore, can he?"
 
"I'm not getting upset", he said with shooks of his head. Then he looked her nearly tear up. "Look. If I tell the story behind that scar, I will show and tell mines. Okay?", he said with a small, encouragng smile. "Also, thoughts like crying is for p*ssies is bollocks, you're just working on a dam, and that ain't good, no?"
 
For what definitely wasn't the first time today, Karou was taken aback by Logan's deductions. "You know, I'm definitely not inviting you to my place for lunch if you turn out to be telepathic. " Karou sat up in her seat and moved a strand of her azure hair behind her ears. "This guy once told me that crying is like breathing, the more you hold it in the more you let it out. I can't remember the last time I cried to be honest, I just don't cry. It's what I find easier. I don't want to appear pitiful. " Karou was hesitant and flashed Logan a brief smile. " It's a rather ugly scar, isn't it? I should really cover it up, but I like low cut clothing too much" She began.
 
Logan smiled kinkily to her, hemming. "Alright. No more sosio kongitive deductions, basically meaning reading other's. Deal." He sat back, looking it in a different angels. "Well, you could hide it not looking a bit silly or different", he commented, flipping his hair behind his ear from the left side. He exposed a long, dark scars on his temple, and few big burnmarks across the spot. "Oh, so many memories in this side of face"; he sighed bittersweet, shaking a bit head and smiling sadly.
 
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Karou raised an eyebrow, "You're quite the show off, aren't you?" Karou's eyes narrowed at the revelation of Logan's scars and burn marks. She felt the urge to reach out to it but resisted, instead she said quietly "Did your father do that too?"
 
"Ja", he answered, releasing his short black hair on it again. "At my second escaping attempt. In times I had my 'chickenpox'", he said, making quotation marks with his gands, raising then tea then. "Never had one."
 
"Why would..." Karou could feel herself becoming angry, "Why would that asshole hurt you like that? It's not like you were a bad kid or anything?"
 
"He was always drunk and drank our money: he sort of disagreed me to be his child, he was in a too big shame to so such a thing like apology", he explained, halfly smiling dryly. "I sort of understand him; not to say sorry. People's hardest thing is to say sorry", he admitted as he opened the glass door. "I won't forgive him, thought. He took too many years away from me. Also he's long dead surely. He would be like, I don't know, 140-years-old."
 
Karou shivered slightly in the slight change in temperature. "Alcohol changes people." She replied sadly, she repeated her statement again quietly as if to convince herself that the statement was true. She snapped out of her train of thoughts a few moments later, "Well he can't hurt you now, that's all what matters. And you have a daughter who must love you so life has treated you kindly in the end."
 
"Oh yes, I've done my best to be a good father even I didn't have had a figure of one", he said as he come back with a small glasses of liquor, humming a bit some song. He had surprisingly good singing voice, it seemed. Giving the liquor to her, he sat back and take a sip from it. "Say, how old you think I am?", he asked. "Probably too barbaric to ask your age."
 
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Karou stared at the glass of liquor blankly, "I don't know if I want to know." She admitted. "I think you're older than me at least. Perhaps you're in your late 20's? ... 30's even? But then again... Your daughter has left home." She paused and placed the glass on the coffee table. "How old is your daughter?"
 
"42. I'm 79", he said with a small grin. "Oh, I'm flattered. I usually am when I ask people guess my name", he said with a chuckle. "Shame she haven't had any kids, she lives with a woman. Nice lady she is", he said with a pout.
 
Karou laughed nervously, "You have a strange sense of humour. No wonder no one else has arrived, you probably scared them away with your weird jokes. I mean, 79 years old? No way. "
 
Logan laughed with her, getting up and bringing his passport, giving it to her, it had the year 1934 on it. "I'm half-elf, you see", he said as he sat again down, changing his angled on the head to reveal slightly weird-looking ears. "But I admit, I have a weird sense on humour too."
 
Karou reached out for his ear and tugged on it ever so gently, to investigate whether or not this ear was a fake. It wasn't. "Sorry." She mumbled and quickly took her hand away. She stared down at the passport, "Is 79 young for an elf or...?"
 
Logan giggled slightly as he felt a tug. "No worries", he said. "Well, it depends! The difference between age and looks toggle a lot but I olden as my body does. I'm about 42 I guess", he said with a small smile again. "And I act like 42, I'm not senile!", he said with a small grin, few wrinkles next to his eyes fulfilling his charismatic outcome. "i don't know any full-blood elves."
 
" You're twice my age, literally." She mumbled. Karou could feel her hands travelling up towards her scar once more but stopped herself midway. She didn't want the conversation to take an even darker tone. " So are any of your supposed other guests elves too, maybe a fairy? I heard vampires were interesting enough. " She said dryly. She pulled the hair band that hung loosely on her tiny wrists and put her hair into a ponytail. This made her look younger... Maybe even innocent. She had been innocent once. A young raven haired girl playing with feathers on the floor of her father'sshop. She wasn't anymore.
 
Logan hemmed dryly. "I knew one vampire once. Nice pal. Died when he drank from a man who had an AIDS", he said. "Now it's your turn to tell your scar's secret. I have revealed my darkest secrets, and I didn't even add a sad violin concerto! Did I mention I can play violin also? Anyhow, please tell. We don't need to dug on agony about it, just tell it like you would tell a tale. I can break the mood by telling dark and lame jokes of my."
 
"It happened in Prague" she shuddered. "My brother... He was a great guy, I want to make that clear before everything become dark and twisted. He used to be so caring, he was a breath of fresh air. He just got caught up with the wrong people... He fell into debt and wasn't in the position to get himself out of it on his own." Karou looked at her still full glass of liquor and downed half of it. "Anyway, I started doing what they referred to as 'favours' for them"
 
The wrong company... Just like him. He couldn't judge this guy. Nodding deep, he promised: "I'm not judging him. I've been there as deep as he was." With a reassuring smile, he continued listening after hastily taking the liquor bottle to table.
 
Karou stared at her half empty glass the entire time. How pessimistic, she thought. Karou felt uncomfortable under Logan's gaze and lowered her voice. "I guess you could say I became an errand girl of some sorts. A hither and tither girl. I would travel to the roughest of places and collect things to bring back to them." Her face paled as flashbacks of the contents of these collects filled her mind, she decided to keep that detail left out. "Sometimes they would give me money to pay other gang members... Sometimes I was made to pay them with other things... Things that weren't money." This became my life for several months. I wanted to escape from it all... But they kept increasing the depth."
 
Logan took sips from his liquor, offering her more. "Poor you, I understand the pressure your brother and others have made. But you're not stuck with the stuff anymore, aren't you?", he asked, raising his curvy eyebrow slightly.
 
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