Lorcan wanted nothing more than to keep Logan safe and so far he had done a pretty good job at doing so. Katherine was nowhere to be seen and it seemed that Lorcan had won. For now, he’d revel in it and spend his time with his Fiance and enjoy the beginning of their new life together. So he was surprising her this morning with a couples hammock strung up in the shade in the front yard of the cabin in the woods. He splurged a little and purchased one with ample padding options that could be added or removed as they pleased. It was still too early in the day for Logan to rise from her slumber so Lorcan resigned himself to testing the hammock on his own, his eyes closing against the shaded bursts of sun behind the tree top.
Stella bustled around the kitchen nervously. She had a pot of spaghetti on to boil and she absolutely didn’t want to screw this one up. She was going to surprise Lorcan and Logan with dinner. Stella had decided to do this on a whim. Lucas thought she was crazy and said she would never be able to break into the cabin, but some how she had been able to jiggle the lock with her debit card and breeze through like she owned the place. She had not seen Lorcan in quite sometime and she was giddy to see him. She had all sorts of pictures of the kids in her purse to show him. Stella sat at the kitchen table while the spaghetti boiled. Over the past year she had been able to cook spaghetti without sticking, but she still hated jars like the one that the spaghetti sauce was in. Lorcan would definitely have to open that for her. Some things would never change.
Lorcan wasn’t much for laws, that much had already been established already. One thing that he thought should always be respected though was territory. When he came back from a brisk swim in the stream he was glad that today was the day he had decided to not come back naked because he could tell the house had been disturbed. He crept up to the door being careful to only step on the few boards that didn’t creak. He took a deep breath before bursting through the door. When he had barged through the thresh hold his hands were already balled into the cannonballs that other people called fists. The problem was that he was hit with a familiar scent resonating through the cabin that took him off of his balance and sent him crashing to the floor. He sat up and and looked towards the entity before him.
Logan had never wanted to faint more in her life. She stared at the small piece of ripped fabric and repressed the urge to start going off about the sheets like she normally would have. She didn’t know what to say. It was like the air had been sucked from the room. Logan was sure that dying felt like this. Nothing made sense, but she knew that her fate was being sealed in the matter of moments, right here in front of her. She had joked about this before with Lorcan, but this was serious. Logan licked her lips and looked off to the side, like the wall would give her the correct answer for her to relay to the man on his knee in front of her. There would be no time to consult Alaric, though she doubted that she could get through to him. He was too busy tormenting Victoria with a vengeance. Love was harder than she ever had imagined, but she felt that there was something right about this. It had worked for Lucas and Stella, it surely could work for them right?
Logan drew in a shaky breath. “Yes. I will marry you,” she said in a voice that sounded more confident than she felt. She didn’t know what the proper after accepting a proposal etiquette was, so she leaned over and gave him a peck and on the lips, drawing back and looking into his eyes. She needed to make one thing clear. “I love you, I love you with all of my being. I love you more than my next breath, but promise me you won’t break me because if you do I will kill you. I have never trusted anyone like I trust you and this is so frightening to me.” She felt like a little girl, vulnerable and on the edge of tears. Logan laughed in spite of herself. “This is emotional overload, future husband,” she teased lightly. She needed to get used to her new fiancee status.
Lorcan’s heart was racing. He was rarely nervous and vulnerable but this was the definition of vulnerability. Rejection was one thing but to open up yourself to someone to the extent to say ‘You are as much a part of me as I am a part of myself. Without you, I could not go on’ so it was understandable that he was in fight or fight as he liked to call it. There was no flight option for Lorcan, he simply too much an Alpha for that, but none the less his supernatural adrenal system was in overdrive pumping epinephrine throughout his body, causing his muscles to tense and for him to be full of alertness. The silence in the room was horrifying as Lorcan knew this could be the end of himself. All it would take is one syllable comprised of two letters to shatter Lorcan completely. Amidst the silence Lorcan could have sworn that there were three heartbeats, but he knew that it must be his own heart racing twice as fast.
When she said that word, Lorcan knew it would be the end of his carefree life without consequences. With every future action, Lorcan would have to consider not only how it would affect himself, but now how it would affect Logan. There would be no further late night murder sprees or fits of rage. He could never allow himself to again put Logan in danger like he did with Katherine. Although for now it seemed like the storm had passed, Lorcan would always have his guard up waiting, but he would never allow harm to come to Logan. He had to clear his throat before any words could escape it. “I promise.” He picked her up off of the bed and brought her to her feet before backing her against the wall as he tended to do. His lips started at her forehead before trailing down to her lips. “And you have to promise not to break my perfect fucking nose if I say something stupid from time to time.”
"I mean I’m sure Lucas and Stella have their problems. Stella doesn’t know how to open jars and Lucas can get pretty serious about things," Logan said with a shrug. Then the implication of Lorcan’s words hit her. "M-married? Like proper married and not living in sin like we are now? Like me taking your last name and shit?" Logan was hardly ever taken aback by Lorcan. She had lived and witnessed enough of his brutality to not be shocked, but today she was half mortified by his words. She didn’t know if she could picture herself being a wife. She definitely knew that she couldn’t picture herself being a mother, but there she was with a fetus swimming around in her. The though made a bout of nausea roll over her. We shouldn’t be allowed to breed, she thought only half jokingly. This was everything she feared coming at her all at once. She kept her outward demeanor as calm as possible but on the inside she was an utter mess. She loved Lorcan, but could she ever live up to that wife status? Logan was definitely not Stella Byrne-Bane who had dreamed of marriage since age two. Logan had been certain she would die alone with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a copy of Millay’s poems in the other, but then Lorcan happened.
"Is this your way of proposing to me? Because you’re definitely doing it wrong or at least that’s what TV tells me." She felt like all she had asked were questions for an hour. She reached up to mess with her hair only to realize that there wasn’t much to mess with. Married. Oh God. They were really going to do this. Settle down and be an unconventional werewolf family with a kid to round out the picture. The bile was rising in her throat, but the idea was oddly titillating at the same time. This could be good for them. Logan knew that she would probably be the most stubborn wife ever, but that could be a good thing too. She knew that if she did marry she was going to fight for it tooth and nail. There would be no empty vows or broken homes, she was not her mother.
"Yes. I’m not sure what other type of marriage there is actually. Although I don’t really mind living in sin or whether or not you take my last name, I do know that if the world’s going to fall to pieces around us, I’d rather at least know I have you forever." He could tell that Logan was on the verge of a freak out and knowing that made him feel a little bit better about his own. His trip to Mystic Falls was supposed to just be a temporary place to lay low until he could find a new home but he had ended up finding much more than a home. He found a life of his own. He didn’t live in the shadow of a deadbeat father or a holier-than-thou brother any longer. Lorcan Bane was his own man because he had found his woman and he wasn’t going to let a bit of insanity get between them. Marriage was more of a symbol for the bond that they shared rather than to come together in the eyes of the law. Lorcan wasn’t much for laws.
"I suppose it is. I can get down on one knee if it would help, but you shouldn’t get used to it because Lorcan Bane kneels for no one." Lorcan got down to one knee but it felt awkward. Humility was not his strong point and he was sure that she knew it. "Logan Anne-Marie ‘House’, will you marry me? To have and to hold, to love and to cherish, better or worse, sickness, health, rich, poor, yada yada?" He didn’t have anything to give for a ring so he had to improvise. He tore off a piece of the sheet from the bed and fashioned it into a makeshift band. He offered it up to her like a wolf might offer a dead rabbit to its mate as a sign of endearment. That primal gesture of "I don’t want you to starve because I would be alone."
Logan looked at Lorcan with shock, not believing what she was hearing. She couldn’t believe that a night had changed him so much. A life without all the bloodshed and horror would be nice though. It was something she had wanted ever since the night James died. Her free hand, the one Lorcan had not ensnared, went to her stomach before she thought anything of it. If she was to have this child she would not have it in Mystic Falls. “Leaving wouldn’t be cowardly, Lorcan. We’re just tired.” She sighed. Logan was tired down to her bones. She wanted a life that was just her and Lorcan and no problems at all. She wanted them to do normal things couples did, go out on dates, have stupid fights over area rugs, and all that other bullshit people took for granted. She loved Lorcan to the depths of her soul and she would stay with him no matter what, even if in the end he decided to stay and continue to go after Katherine.
Logan gave Lorcan’s had a squeeze back. “We can do that if that’s what you really want. You know I’ll support you in anything, maybe even murder, but that’s beside the point.” There really was nothing keeping them here. So why stay? “We could move and be with Stella and Lucas and the kids. You know Stella would love that and we could be aunt and uncle and stuff like that.” Logan almost choked because she sounded nearly domestic. The next thing you know she would be cooking meals and wearing aprons. It almost sickened her, but at least they would be safe.
"Its not what I want, but what other choice do we have?" he sighed and lifted his head up to look at her. "Maybe we should just get married. You know, tie the knot, lose our freedom, or whatever they call it these days. Nothing bad happens to married people, right? Look at Lucas and Stella. They had just as much trouble and it just disappeared. Seemingly out of nowhere all their troubles disappeared and they so did they. We could do that. Mystic Falls would never see us again." He knew that his it wasn’t as simple as that. Her knew that Lucas likely had to dip into that dark part of himself that he hated so much in order to make his ex disappear. He also knew that it likely wasn’t perfect for them either.
Lorcan grabbed the first thing he could that wasn’t the love of his life and threw it against the wall. It happened to be a pillow, but it still hit the wall with enough force to rattle the boards. “I’m just so fucking sick of this place and the people and Katherine and whatever else. Why can’t everything just go back to the easier time when I was tormenting you and you were sneaking me out of your house and I don’t know. All of that was easier.”