Empty Echoes (X-Men; Sabes/Wolvy; Soft R/M; #431: Broken Promise)

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Title: Empty Echoes
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: Sabertooth/Wolverine
Rating: Soft R/M
Challenge/Prompt: slashthedrabble #431: Broken Promise
Warning(s): Spoilers, Character Death
Word Count: Cut to 500. Click here for the full 584 version.
Date Written: 16 January 2017
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.




Ya always said ya were a man o' yer word, but ya lied. Ya lied to yerself. Ya lied to those X-freaks. Ya lied to everybody who'd listen ta ya, whelp, but ya couldn't lie to me. I knew ya too good. Ya tried hard, but ya couldn't deny what's in ya. Or what was in ya.

I was wrong. I realize that now, too damn late. I'm always too late. I heard what was going on with the adamantium. First, I said it didn't concern me, but then I realized yer'd get sucker punched into wanting to do something about it. I tried to make it there, whelp. I really did. But I was too damn late.

I'm always too damn late. I was too late to save ya from yer own damn heroics. I was too late to stop them or stop Xavier from takin' ya in the first place. I was too late to realize that what mattered was th' time we spent together. Fightin' or fuckin', at least we were together.

I should've been there more. Ya tried to tell me ya hated my guts, but I knew better. I still do. I remember those touches that wan't quite as rough when the rest of the world wasn't looking. I know ya enjoyed the taste o' my blood, but ya liked the taste o' my mouth even better. Just like I liked the taste o' yers. I still remember the taste o' the salty goodness ya filled me with the last time we fucked.

It doesn't seem possible that was the last time, but yer gone. And I was wrong. Ya did manage to lie to me. Ya couldn't trick me into believin' ya were meant to be a hero. Ya lied to yerself, but that was nothing new.

I thought I knew ya too good to fall fer yer lies, and I did know ya damn well. I knew ya better than ya knew yerself an' better'n anybody else, but I still fell fer it. I believed ya when ya told me ya couldn't be beaten an' stay down. I believed yer'd always come back again. Ya swore yer'd still be kicking ass long after I was dead, an' that no man less'n me could kill ya, but they succeeded where I never had the heart to finish the job.

How the Hell are ya gone, Logan? I still don't get it. Still can't quite wrap my head around it. But I know ya are. Yer gone, an' ya took what was left o' my soul with ya. I don't feel ya out there any more, kid, 'cause yer not out there any more an' all my howls come back empty echoes. Ya broke yer promise to me an' yerself, whelp, but nobody'll ever know ya broke my heart too. Or that I loved ya much as I've ever been able to love anybody. An' now I'm alone more'n I've ever been before. Damn it.


The End