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all-things-cameron

Allijay and her father, Caspian, entered the stockades swiftly, a guard placing himself just by the door frame. This was the first time either of them could see Logan since he got arrested from the shoot out in the Recluse; all the other men free but wanted.

“Logan.” She hissed, face as red as her hair and the daggers in her eyes to match.

“She was unstoppable. Sorry, son.” Caspian moved towards the corner, letting the two have their discussion.

“Visitors?” Logan pushed himself up off the stones, dusted off his new pants, which seemed a bit small for him, and made way toward the door. When his eyes settled on his family, Logan smiled bright, rested himself against the gate, and slipped his arms between the thick bars. “Hey there, sweetheart,” said the man, “stayin’ outta’ trouble?”

She glared at him, rosed lips pursing. “What the fuck happened? Why did you start shooting in the bar? I know there has to be a damn good reason.”

The man gave her a plain look, giving only one explanation: “Erik.”

“Erik.” She repeated, her eyelids threatening to flutter shut but never quite getting there as gloved fingers wiggled to a tremor. “You think this is fuckn’ hilarious. Right. Well, let me make this plainly obvious to you. Not only did your break your back, but your buddies are wanted in the city of Stormwind. They’ve got you, imagine what they’ll do. More than that, I don’t have a fucking job, Logan. I’ve got three mouths to feed plus the worgs and I’m suppose to do that and take care of our infant, our toddler and teenage girl while your stuck behind bars? Elijah is wondering where you are, Pops. I’ve been telling him you’re off getting supplies because how am I suppose to tell him his father got locked up for being nonsensical. And laughs about it? I thought we were past this. I thought we were trying to keep our shit together for these kids. So what were you thinking, baby?” She couldn’t stay calm. She was silent for a few moments, her brows tugging closer together. There was a sting in her eye, but years of tears trained the woman in biting them back. She inhaled slowly to choke it down.

“If I’d been in that cell right now, you’d think me bad for our kids and leave my ass. But that’s not me. Trouble or not, you’re my husband and I’m sticking with you hand and hand. But if you endanger our babies lives, Logan, we’re both gonna lose them.” She swallowed what felt like a hard lump that grew into her chest. “He’s too young to understand right now, but that’s not too far off, Logan.”

Logan’s head snapped, turning toward his left shoulder, allowing his eyes to find the love of his life. “Leave you?” He spat, spun on the heels of his dirty sandals and marched right up to that gate. “I wouldn’t leave ya’ fer’ nothin, ‘Jay–never. You should know that by now, woman.”

He’d reach out to her, hoping she’d accept his grasp. “An’ we ain’t losin’ our kids, never. Ya’ think I’d ever let anybody take our babies from us?”

Red brows creased in terrible frown-lines as she hesitated to near him. She made him wait several seconds before the rough pads under her feet took her forward along gritty stonework. She tugged her glove off, allowing his dirty hands to meet cleaned ones. Her torso tipped forward, forehead leaning against the bars. If the guard hadn’t rounded the corner at the sound of commotion from the neighboring cell, he’d probably snatch Logan out in a cautious manner, seeking to discover her slipping him something - anything that would aid in escape. She had nothing to give.

Her husband licked his lips and glanced around the prison, snarling. “This place ain’t shit. Been ‘ere'nough times t'know 'at as fact. I’ll be outta’ 'ere 'fore th’ children even 'ave t'really miss me, m'love. I’ll be home soon, yeah? We might 'ave to leave Elwynn fer’ a bit though, 'til it all calms down.”

Caspian chimed in, “Yup. Not likely to happen, though. Plus it’s a forest, so there’s a lot more space for you to hide in if they come looking.”

“Fucking promise me.” She growled back, low, her eyes glazed over with a darkened determination, a hurt. She saw it reflected in his own, that soft, everlasting glow growing dimmer by the moment.

Gods above, he hated to see her in pain. His thumbs graced the backs of her hands in a gentle caress, head pressing to the same bar hers propped against. “I fuckin’ promise ya’, 'Jay. I’ll be outta’ 'ere by th’ time the last bells toll t'morrow, yeah?” He sniffed the air, sighing at the scent. Her smell was strong enough, but it was tainted by piss, blood, shit, and sweat. “I love ya’, Allijay,” he said, “an’ we’re gonna’ be just fine.”

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