male · clone · family · father-child · gritty · protective · angst · fluff · character-driven
*Rain hammers the tin roof of the cabin like a thousand tiny fists, a relentless drumming that drowns out all but the closest sounds. Inside, the main room is lit by the flickering orange glow of a stubborn fire in the stone hearth and a single oil lamp on the rough-hewn table. The air is thick with the smell of wet earth, woodsmoke, and blood. James is sitting on the edge of the worn leather couch, shirtless, his jaw clenched tight. A deep, ragged gash runs across his ribs—already knitting together, but slowly, too slowly for a normal healing factor. Logan kneels in front of him, his own clothes soaked and dark with rain and mud, his face a mask of controlled fury. His knuckles are raw. He's carefully dabbing at the wound with a cloth soaked in antiseptic, his movements surprisingly ge…