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Post by Remy LeBeau on Feb 22, 2009 1:26:48 GMT -7
Why did he bother? What was the point of being a nice guy and giving her warning? It wasn't like Rogue ever cared. She had led go of him which was fine, he could stand on his own, leaning against the railing, but then she left. It was very much like Rogue to just walk away, making Remy come to her. He was always the one who had to come to her. The only other option was to leave, make the easy escape into the night, but that wasn't much of an option. He didn't want to leave, but he was damn tired of the cat and mouse game that was their relationship. Had he not chased her enough? Apparently not.
Pushing himself off the rail, Remy stepped back into the apartment, silently closing the door behind him. Rogue was standing in the kitchen by the time he came in, just staring at the kettle on top of the stove. She was in a mood tonight, and nothing could ever be said or done to fix that, not with Rogue. So instead Remy moved to the couch, lying down on it and kicking off his boots in respect to Rogue's spotless apartment. It was almost like living with Tante Mattie again.
Stretching slightly, Remy closed his eyes as he lay there, listening to Rogue move about the kitchen, making her tea. "Why don' ya live on Genosha?" Rogue was anything but normal, but Genosha seemed like her kind of place to live, especially being part of the Brotherhood now. Rogue wasn't the kind to just comply and register herself and live happily ever after as normally as she could. No, she was a fighter, willing to die for any cause she deemed worthy of her time.
The day had been long for Remy, being slightly jet-lagged, leaving his mind tired, but not his body, never his body. Though Remy's muscles felt slight ache from sitting on the plane so long, revealing the tenderness now that he truly relaxed. Proof that the Cajun was in fact aging, not that he'd ever admit it. He should have been in bed already, done for the day, relaxing with whatever woman he had found at the bar, but fate had intervened. Remy was here, with his ex, making small talk because they were both avoiding the real question at hand. What now? Did they return to their old ways, or was three years too long to pick up again? Would they go their separate ways and not look back? Unlikely.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Feb 26, 2009 22:10:43 GMT -7
Though his eyes were closed, he mentally followed Rogue's every move from the kitchen to where he was, setting the tray down, everything. Most people liked to think they were soundless, and to most people they were, but Remy was very different. He heard the sounds that no one else did, save for Wolverine and mutants with true enhanced hearing. Remy's was just trained, expertly trained, but still just trained.
Rogue's answer didn't surprise him, why would it? She didn't like to be told anything, much less where she should live. That was a huge no-no for Rogue. And so she would always get her way and do as she pleased, which was clear now. Opening his eyes, Remy's head turned in the direction of Rogue, sitting curled up on a chair like usual. Yeah, she was beautiful, but she was also deadly, and not in the way of her powers. The very thing he loved was the very thing that could eat at him from the inside-out, killing him slowly.
"Why would I go t' Genosha? Ya might not believe it, but anywhere but dis country is a mutant's paradise. I can walk down de streets o' France an' be a normal person, I don' have t' feel like I need t' live on Genosha jus' t' live. So I don' take my sunglasses off, is dat de worst t'ing? Dats how I've lived my whole life, seein' a world t'rough dark frames. I accepted it a long time ago, an' I moved on." Sitting up, Remy's gaze followed Rogue as she moved closer, his eyes always locked onto hers. Of course he didn't want to hide his mutation, no one did, but his wasn't so bad to hide. And he spent many nights running around the dark skies without sunglasses, his eyes glowing demonically for all to see.
"Ya know me chere, I can always keep goin'." That was how Remy lived his life, never stopping. Always for the thrill of things, and the adrenaline that kept him up for days on end before. Even with Rogue's extended hand and her strength, Remy was still Remy, pushing himself up on his own. Once standing, looking down at the slightly shorter woman, Remy mentally chided himself, but went with his instincts anyway, wrapping his arms around Rogue. "We ain't good t'get'er chere, but we ain't any good apart eit'er. I can't explain it, an' ya can't eit'er. All I know is dat we have dis bond we can't shake. I keep t'inkin' 'bout all our missions t'get'er, how ya always seem ta read my mind, know jus' what I wan' ya t' do. Hard t' find anot'er partner like dat, certainly never be as belle."
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Mar 1, 2009 19:52:28 GMT -7
This was so unlike Rogue, and yet so very like her. Her personality changed so much and Remy could never predict it. They had been through so much together, and they had every reason to be broken up, yet they always got back together. They shared a bond that would never break, not now after it had lasted for so many years. And now, his first night home, they seemed to be back together as if three years hadn't passed and changed them both.
"Je t'amie mon chere." Kissing the top of her head again, Remy didn't flinch at her touch, he never did. She could easily kill him, but he trusted her not to. They were both incredibly powerful mutants, but they trusted each other, always had, even when they wouldn't admit it.
Following her lead, Remy thought a few different things about going to her bedroom, but didn't say them. She had always been an enigma to him, and nothing was changing now. Standing in her bedroom, Remy knew the drill, even after years he didn't forget. This wouldn't be the first time they were together, just the first time she accepted him in while conscious. There had been multiple nights where she was passed out and he stayed with her, though the mornings weren't always pretty.
"Ya know chere, comin' back here is nice an' all, but I been missin' home. Maybe you help me out, non?" So many times Remy had crashed and burned with Rogue, but that was all part of their relationship as well. Leaning against her dresser, a strand of green plastic beads swung around his finger as he smiled to her. It would only be a minute before she hit him, but the look on her face would be priceless.
He had thought about returning to Mardi Gras, he really did, but knew he shouldn't. He was no longer welcome in New Orleans, and he had put it behind himself anyway. Holding his first love as she almost died was not something he wanted to remember very often. But he had paid attention, there had been almost ten deaths on Mardi Gras, the assassins guild no doubt. Though Remy wouldn't speak on that, he wasn't a part of that life anymore.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Mar 1, 2009 22:20:36 GMT -7
An invitation, a real invitation. It was funny, they lived together and could never get this close. But take away the X-Men, take away the danger and the fighting, the other people interfering, hell, take away their whole relationship for three years, and they ended up right where they both had wanted to be from the very start. At yet, they both wanted more. Rogue had taught him to love all over again, and to love for real, not just for the sex. That was a connection Remy had never made with Belle. He loved her, he always did and always would, but their relationship was so physical. But each day with Rogue was literally a new adventure, some better then others.
Ya home is here Remy… No truer words had been said, but they still cut through him like a knife. New Orleans wasn't the kind of place you just grow up in and leave, never looking back. Hell, the south wasn't like that. No, they were all so deeply ingrained with tradition and sticking to their roots that most people never leave. Though Remy had gone back, a few times, but none of them were happy family reunions. Always business, never pleasure.
However, Remy's train of thought was immediately stopped and send flying a different direction as Rogue rightfully earned the green beads, the good ol' New Orleans way. In reality, it was no secret what Rogue's body really looked like, she wore so much skin-tight clothing that everyone knew, but that wasn't the point. A smile had crept it's way onto Remy's face from the brief look at her, and his mind was spinning. The thought of him really taking her to bed, pinning her under him. What he wouldn't give to have one of the power inhibiting collars for his relationship. But that was a thought that would likely never come.
Instead, Remy slipped the beads around her neck when she came up to him. "An' de grand prize goes t' ya, mon chere. Ya beauty takes my breath away." He couldn't help but grab her hips, pulling her to him as he kissed her neck, the thin layer of her hair always between them. "Jus' ya wait chere, one o' dese days, ya gonna be t'inkin' I'm de one wit' super strength." With that, Remy easily swept Rogue up into his arms, walking her over to the bed and dropping her on it, falling into bed next to her. Taking his coat off, Remy tossed it to the side of the bed.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Mar 2, 2009 21:59:24 GMT -7
They were by far one of the most interesting couples that had ever been. Going through so much, so many different people for each one, and they were back together. Back together with Rogue on top, grinding against his hips. All Remy could do was grind his teeth together, using all his patience and control not to throw her next to him and straddle her himself, pulling off her clothes like he normally would have. Why she was torturing him, Remy didn't know. Rogue was inexperienced, but not at all naive, she wouldn't miss the fact that Remy's pants were suddenly a bit tighter, and he didn't miss it either.
"Chere...Rogue...don' know where ya goin' wit dis...but maybe we should stop..." How it pained him to actually say it, but they couldn't continue. However, Rogue wasn't helping at all by taking her shirt off, showing off that toned torso of hers, again. Pulling his gaze away from her, Remy leaned over and opened the drawer, not sure what exactly he'd be pulling out. That was one thing Remy had never done before, he had never looked through Rogue's bedside drawers. Or lingerie drawer. Both bad places to search through in a woman's room.
Reaching around in the drawer, Remy grasped the cold metal, pulling out the collar. He had seen them before, everyone had, but for Rogue to really have one? Bringing it closer to his face, Remy examined it, so many things running through his mind. They could finally be together, but only by Rogue having to wear the collar. "Anna...is dis really what ya wan'?" Again, Remy mentally kicked himself, but Rogue was so much different then normal women in Remy's life. He couldn't just take her and be done with her, but Remy also knew he wouldn't be able to touch her and suddenly have to stop again.
"Really chere?"
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Mar 2, 2009 22:34:28 GMT -7
The situation had gone from good to bad very quickly and Remy couldn't stand it. Yes, he loved Rogue, and that was why he didn't push her, never forced her to do anything she wasn't ready for. Now she sat beside him, claiming to be ready, and he was the one who wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to do that with Rogue, to take away the last of her innocence, even though Rogue was far from innocent. She had given up hope on controlling her powers, and that was the worst part of it in Remy's mind.
"It ain't like dat chere." Putting the collar back in the drawer, Remy was glad to be rid of touching it. After his history with Sinister, Remy had no interest in anything that manipulated mutant powers like that. He didn't like the thought of Rogue using it either, especially relying on it. "Anna, trust me, it ain't de right time."
Remy's mind wasn't on the possible sex that he had turned down, now it was on Rogue and her behavior. Red eyes glowed in the dark as Remy looked up at the ceiling, not sure exactly what to say without getting Rogue upset. Holding her tightly against his chest, partially gloved fingers ran through her two-toned hair. "Chere...how could ya give up on yaself like dat? Give up on control? Did it ever occur t' ya dat ya givin' up may be de problem? When was de last time ya really believed ya could do it? Have ya ever believed dat?"
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Mar 3, 2009 9:51:47 GMT -7
It was just as he thought, she never believed in herself, so she would never be able to gain control. True, Remy's powers were literally the complete opposite of hers, but he did know that to gain control, one needed to believe it could happen. So many nights he had wandered Lafayette cemetery, the only place he could truly be alone, blowing up everything he touched. But Remy also had the problem of his powers just being way too powerful from the very start, blowing up things that he saw as well as touched. That was where Sinister came in and changed Remy's life forever. And that was also the reason he was back here, to show Sinister what he helped to create by showing the man Remy's true ability that was unlocked in the recent years.
The spot Rogue had laid her head became slightly damp, tears no doubt, though Remy wouldn't say anything. She didn't want him to comment and he wouldn't make it any worse. Besides, she was tired and clearly needed some sleep. He could use it too, but he didn't sleep, not at night at least. Well, not often. For hours Remy laid there awake, just staring at the ceiling, having memorized every part of it by now. It wasn't until hours after Rogue fell asleep that Remy finally closed his eyes for the night. A few hours of sleep was all he ever needed anyway.
It was one of those rare nights where images didn't dance through his mind, showing him all his mistakes in life. Tonight his demons had given him a break, but tomorrow night, and all the nights to follow would surely be much different. When he awoke however, demonic eyes opened to a still dark room, though it wasn't night-time, his body told him that. But more importantly, Rogue was gone. This had happened many times before when they stayed together, she left when she started feeling sorry for herself again, at least, that was usually the case.
Getting out of bed, Remy ran a hand through his hair, 'fixing' it for the day. He'd have to shower when he made it back to the institute. Silent as ever, Remy walked through the apartment, finding Rogue outside the bedroom, cross-legged on the floor, meditating. How long had she been there? "Chere?" Remy tried to speak softly, not wanting to startle her, but she didn't respond, clearly deep in thought or something. Remy had never meditated before.
"Chere?" A bit louder this time, Remy walked over to Rogue, crouched beside her and slowly reached a partially gloved hand out to her, lightly touching her shoulder. Normally he wouldn't have interrupted her, in fact, he probably would have gone straight to the kitchen and made them both some breakfast, but not at the risk of making a loud noise and scaring her. She wasn't too far from the kitchen. That, and he wasn't familiar with the kitchen anyway, he'd make noise just looking through the place for what he needed.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Mar 3, 2009 15:53:55 GMT -7
Remy was trying not to startle Rogue, but he failed miserably at that, his bare arm being grabbed. In the back of his mind he yelled at himself, knowing he should have put his coat back on, but he never thought clearly when he woke up. Remy LeBeau was not a morning person. Just like Rogue, Remy waited for the feeling of his energy, his very life and soul being sucked out of his skin and directly into hers, but it didn't come. Stepping back a few steps after she released him, Remy was speechless for one of the first times in his life.
She wanted to know what he had done, but he hadn't done anything. He just came up to her. Shaking his head, Remy wasn't sure what to tell her. Maybe a mistake? She didn't hold on long enough? Except that she had, long enough to have put him out for a couple hours. "Not'in'...I did not'in'..." Stumbling his way into a chair, Remy sat in it and had to think long and hard about it all. What did it mean? Maybe his words had gotten through to her? But if her powers were off, could they be turned back on? Was it all her powers? He had no answers to all the questions floating through his mind.
"Can ya still fly?" The only power Remy wanted Rogue to test out, but she always had control over that power. He really just didn't know. "What kind o' meditatin' ya do girl? Damn..." It was like everything they ever wanted had come true, and both were too shocked and surprised to dare ruin it by destroying the belief that she had somehow been able to touch. But what if it was just a fluke thing? And things hadn't changed at all? Then they'd be back to square one, but worse because of the events of the previous night. Events that Remy knew he'd be having to make up for later.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Mar 3, 2009 17:06:37 GMT -7
No matter what he said, he would always upset her, would always piss her off, though Remy had always looked past that. He upset her a lot, yes, but he had learned from Belle that it was something to shrug his shoulders and move on, come back with a diamond necklace and some flowers and fix it all. But this wasn't that simple, no, it was much more complicated. This was their very relationship, the very essence of the bond that kept them together, and the tear that had appeared long ago was ripping even more now.
Remy had learned to accept the fact that they may never touch, may never have that relationship, though he wanted it. Rogue had even accepted it, sometimes, not always. But to give them what they both wanted, possibly needed, and then for it to be left up to chance if it was real or not? That was wrong. But Rogue wasn't about to waste any time in relishing in the happiness of it. When her hand grasped him, Remy felt just what he had been expecting earlier, his life being pulled out of him, and with that his thoughts, memories, powers, everything that made him Remy LeBeau.
Thankful to be sitting, Remy's body went slightly limp as he waited for the room to stop spinning. Rogue's words sounded distant, like she was in another room, when in fact she was right in front of him. His worst fears had become her reality once more, and Remy didn't know quite what to say, again. "We'll figure dis out chere." Whispered words escaped his lips as he tried to orient himself once more. It was something that you never did get used to. "I promise, we will." If only it was a promise he was sure he could keep...
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Mar 3, 2009 22:13:02 GMT -7
Now she was crying, truly one of Remy's real weaknesses. Women had always been a big weakness for him, but a crying one? That's something Remy never was able to get over. All the women in his life growing up were strong women, they didn't cry. Rogue didn't cry either, which made it so much worse. Leaning forward towards Rogue, Remy was about to slip off the chair and hold her, but then the smirk stopped him. She had a lot of things wrong with her head from her powers, but bi-polar was not one of them.
"Carol." It wasn't the first run-in he'd had with 'her', and Remy doubted that it would be the last. She was a nasty part of Rogue's life and Remy never did like being around the 'woman'. "Ya know Rogue's gon' get control back, so ya might as well jus' stop it now." But that was before she straddled him, with Rogue's body. He couldn't deny he wanted her physically, but it wasn't Rogue, it was Carol. A completely different woman, though she always was good at what she did.
The worst part was that she had Rogue's strength, she was far stronger then Remy could ever be. He tried to push her off, but it only ended in the kiss. The lips belonged to Rogue, but it still wasn't Rogue. Putting his hands on the sides of 'Rogues' face, Remy watched as her skin started to turn a pink shade. "Heatin' up now, ain't it chere? I imagine ya body feels like it's burnin' from de inside out. Now get back t' ya corner 'fore ya don' even have a psyche. T'ink ya missin' ya body? Try missin' life, all o' it." Dangerous red eyes stared 'Rogue' down, daring Carol to push him.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Mar 3, 2009 22:47:42 GMT -7
Carol was right, Rogue would die along with Carol, but Remy would also die, they'd both blow up and that would be the end of them. It was a scary thought, but having Carol instead of Rogue was even scarier. Opening his mouth to speak, Remy was interrupted by Carol's enigmatic words, then Rogue returning. Instantly Remy pulled all the energy back into his own body, his body heating up for a second before calming down, like usual. Though nothing compared to what Carol would have felt, and Rogue for a split second.
It was horrify, almost killing Rogue, and himself, but Remy didn't have time to straighten his thoughts before being kissed. Of course he returned the kiss, but it wasn't the way he had expected their first real big kiss to go, not with his thoughts swimming around in his head. When their lips parted, Remy's gaze followed her to the floor. "Chere, dere ain't a more fittin' time fo' me t' tell ya dat if ya jump, I jump, but not fo' dis situation..." Twice in twenty four hours he had to reject her. Why? Because he had come so close to letting go, to sealing their fate and ridding the world of Carol forever. Because he had dared to gamble with Rogue's life, a gamble he wasn't prepared to lose, not yet. And because he loved her, and his heart was telling him to wait.
Standing up, Remy had to walk off, he couldn't look at her right now. Flashbacks of Julien's death came to mind, the only person he had killed with his powers, and possibly not the last. The man who could keep a calm demeanor through anything was shaking inside, hidden only by his walking away, though if he was standing still, Rogue would have noticed. Did she even understand what had almost just happened? That Remy had just stared death in the face, and for what? For Carol? No, it wasn't just Carol. It was everything. It was all the crappy hands he'd been dealt in the past week. Finding out about Sinister, the on-off relationship again, Rogue being in the Brotherhood and loyally obeying Mystique...the list never seemed to end for Remy. But he knew that he was done playing games with people. Ironic too, since games were Remy's world.
Going to Rogue's bedroom, Remy scooped up his coat, grabbing the cigarettes from it before letting it fall back to the floor. Moving out to the balcony, Remy lit one of the cigarettes with his finger and inhaled. Leaning against the banister, he looked out at New York in the morning, hands shaking slightly. He needed to kick this moment, to move on and calm down, but he couldn't. He needed to steal something, feed the beast within him, his only true release in the world. It felt so good to steal something valuable, to sit in his room and look at his prize briefly, coming down from his ultimate high. With so many museums around, Remy was just itching for that high again, that high that could calm any fears of his, reduce them to nothing but simple problems to be dealt with later.
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Mar 4, 2009 12:53:52 GMT -7
From where he stood, Remy could see the various buildings that marked New York City as the place to be. He could also see the museum of natural history, a favorite place of his to visit, though only after hours. So many times Remy snuck in there, but only a few times did he actually steal something, he knew better then to give the police an MO to follow. He was a master thief, one of the best in the world, if not the best due to the extra help from his mutation. If only he could turn invisible, though that would take away all the fun and excitement.
Maybe that would be his destination tonight, his release from all that life had thrown at him lately. How he loved his life a week ago, doing the thing that came so naturally to him. It had been a very long time since he had needed any money from his heists, but Remy still made thieving his prime business. His clients were happy, and Remy got the thrill. It always brought up the thought though of what would happen to his money when he died, would he have a family by then? He didn't have a family now, the money was all coming to his pockets, not being split among the guild. That made things so much more interesting, the looks he got from people from the way he dressed and acted, one would never guess that he was a literal billionaire. But that was a secret for Remy and Remy only.
Minutes had flown by like seconds and Remy had realized that the cigarette which was full only seconds ago, was now finished. Flicking the charged filter into the wind, it exploded, the ash carried away to the rest of the city. Every fiber of his being told him that this was all a bad idea, that their relationship would never truly work out and they were both just fooling themselves, but his heart wouldn't let him walk away. She had securely wrapped him around her finger long ago, and he could never break free of that spell that was the Rogue. The spell that was Anna. It had taken so long to learn her name, and in exchange, he had been forced to bare all his secrets, all the things that were so deep in his mind that even Rogue couldn't unlock freely. She would have had to suck him dry to figure them all out. But she was an X-Man at heart, and that's how they all played. Gambit had to tell his secrets, while they stood back and judged. Funny how he had returned to them, to the only 'family' he had known for the past decade.
By now the smell of food had worked it's way outside, and Remy knew exactly what he'd find when he went into the kitchen. But he waited, waited until the sound of running water stopped and Rogue was no longer in the shower. Why hadn't he taken his coat? Sometimes Remy couldn't answer for the things he did. Stepping back into the bedroom, Remy was putting his coat on just as Rogue was stepping out of the bathroom. She always did smell good right after a shower, but then again, she always smelled good.
Walking over to her, Remy knew that this was the time he needed the jewelry and flowers, that he was probably in the doghouse, though it wasn't anything new for him. Wrapping his arms around her, Remy held her tightly. "Mon amour, I wan' ya, I do, I always have, but it ain't de right time, not yet." He hated thinking that he made Rogue feel hurt and rejected, but he wasn't sure what else to do. Other then stay, and he had stayed. "Lets go eat, non? Smells jus' like home, almost like I walk inta dat kitchen an' see my tante Mattie cookin' it all up. Ya sure know de way t' my heart chere."
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Mar 5, 2009 17:04:44 GMT -7
It seemed as if their rocky relationship was back and in full swing again, the one thing Remy did not want to return to the states for. He loved Rogue, he did, but sometimes he wondered if all the fighting and breaking up was worth it. She was an amazing woman, but it was Remy who always took the beating in the relationship. He was the one who always had to be honest, and he was the one losing his energy to her, and the one always being blamed. By the time Rogue chose to apologize, it was always too late, but Remy always ended up taking her back. And once again, he was standing before her, apologizing for something that really wasn't his fault. He had told her no already, and she pushed it, as if she thought his answer would suddenly be different.
Following Rogue out to the table, Remy smiled as the smell of a southern breakfast hit him hard. It was just like old times, just without his family surrounding him, yelling and screaming. All the food he had left behind him was here in front of him, the same food that would surely force him to work out more. Thankfully Remy had a fast metabolism and never really had to worry much. The normal exercising he did while out on jobs was enough to keep him fit.
"Merci beaucoup chere. Smells wonderful, but where ya learn t' cook like a creole woman?" She would always be a true southern belle to Remy instead of a cajun queen, but sometimes it was hard to tell the difference. Picking up a beignet, a favorite of his, Remy took one bite of the doughnut-like breakfast food and smiled as he savored the taste. It had been many, many years since he last got good cajun cooking. Probably not since his return to New Orleans, which had turned out very badly. He did however eat well back in the Big Easy.
Nodding to Rogue, Remy knew that she probably wouldn't like his answer, but he was certainly not going her and the Brotherhood. "Oui. It's where I belong right now. Dey may not want o' like me bein' back, but dey will appreciate de skills I bring back t' de team. Aftah dis mission is over...not sure where I end up."
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Post by Remy LeBeau on Mar 10, 2009 19:15:58 GMT -7
So many times Remy sat wondering why he even bothered, knowing full well that everything would blow up in his face in the end. Ironic too, since all he did was make things blow up. Of course he loved being with Rogue, but this was why he had hoped that she would still be in the South, and they wouldn't have met up again. She always took things so personally, even when they weren't meant as anything wrong or bad. She had made a perfect meal for them, and wasn’t eating any of it, though Remy said nothing.
He had noticed, of course he noticed. That’s what his job was based off of, observation. Silent observation. However, just because she wasn’t interested anymore did not mean that he was no longer interested. The food was amazing, just like Tante Mattie had made. “Jus’ left t’ give ya extra time t’ perfect de skills, non?” A sly smile and wink were sent Rogue’s way, though she wasn’t a normal girl, she wouldn’t swoon like others would have. But his personality was so ingrained in him, he couldn’t just turn it off.
When she got up, Remy just listened. He listened for any indication of what she expected him to do, but none came. Not that Remy really expected it to come. Instead, he let her stand there as long as she wanted, standing up with his own plate only once he heard Rogue moving around again. Taking it to the kitchen, Remy cleaned the plate and set it with the other freshly washes dishes and pans for drying.
For once it wasn’t him leaving, even though Remy knew the truth that they both left equally as much, Remy was just the only one blamed for it. Nodding to her, he smiled. “What’s dinner?” He didn’t expect her to tell him, and just as Remy was about to answer that he’d try to be around for it, depending on what time dinner would be, she was gone. Shaking his head, Remy stood in place for a few minutes before moving around and gathering up his few things. Putting his boots back on and all that. Reaching into his pocket, Remy withdrew two cards from his pocket, leaving then queen and joker face up on her bed as he left the apartment, heading to Xavier’s.
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