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@down-home-charm
"i would die for you" this, "i would kill for you" that. what about "i would live for you" what about i would smile for you, find joy in small things for you, i would endure, hope, survive, thrive for you. i would dive head first into this unknown, terrifying inkwell known as existence for you.
@magnetic-regent-magneto
My mind’s just them, them, them…
“My soul was in torment, but now—the moment I’m with you—I’m fully relaxed.”
— Anton Chekhov, tr. by Peter Constantine, from “O Women, Women,” c. 1880 (via violentwavesofemotion)
FEARS bold any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable. cross out what they're not scared of.
the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces.confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights.death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough.scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises.being touched. sex.chains. inner demons.hallucinations. staring. going berserk.betrayal.
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cup & kiss
The touch of his hand on the side of her face was enough to make her shiver, but the kiss he gve her there was enough to shatter her in an instant. Yet such a fate was not unpleasant. It was a thought Rogue never thought to entertain until now. Now that she could have someone kiss her - let alone touch her! Her eyes closed, leaning into his touch, and her arms dared reach out and wrap around him, dared to hold such a dangerous man close to her body. Were she perhaps in a more thinking mind, she might consider how odd it was that someone who brought fear to so many could be the source of ultimate comfort to her. The apex of a dream she's had since her mutation developed. A promise fulfilled. Something most folk take for granted...but Rogue never could. So she kissed him for all she was worth, meaning to erase every ounce of anguish she'd known since the day Cody went to that damn hospital and never came out.
*he would remain asleep, looking rather peaceful for once in his life. Yeah. He isnt going to move any time soon*
*Dammit. She lost him for good this time. And he was so calm and peaceful, she didn't want to stir him. So she reached up for the book she'd left on the side table and knocked it to the floor so she could start reading while she waited for him to wake up. Occasionally someone would walk in - Jean at first, then Hank, and Ororo - but whenever they saw the look on Rogue's face, they would quickly walk out as quietly as they could. Meanwhile Rogue flipped through pages, enjoying the story she'd been reading, as she waited for Gambit to wake up. She just hoped it was before her stomach startled rumbling.*
*he would sigh miserably and very, very slowly fall asleep*
*After a few minutes, Rogue would fall asleep as well, resting her head on the couch cushion behind them, fingers still playing with his hair until she dozed off. When she woke up the next morning, she turned her gaze towards the kitchen. Gambit would need a crazy hangover killer, but she didn't have the heart to move him yet.*
Nothing will replace THOSE cards. Gambit thinks he needs sleep. He drank too much.. *He would say, laying down on the floor.*
*Rogue watched him lay down on the floor, and...god dammit, she couldn't just leave him laying there. She had to help him. Had to...somehow make it better. So she shifted softly, sneaking her hands under his head and lifting him up until he settled his head on her lap.* "Mmmhmmm. It's alright, sugah...get some sleep. Sleep it off."
*he wouldnt get it. So he just stayed silent.* "What does Gambit do? Gambit never loses his cards. He is doomed" *He would say with a pout.*
*Rogue pouts right back at him, continuing to gently play with his hair as she listened.* "Well...when ya aren't so toshed, we could head down to the corner store and pick some up? Or maybe we could get Hank ta put little trackers on 'em. So next time ya don't lose 'em?"
Gambit was at bar. Gambit does not remember anymore. But gambit does believe he blew person up. Very fun! Now his favourite playing cards have disappearing. Poof. Gone. *He would say with a pout. Laying down on the couch, curling up into a ball.*
'Blew someone up?' *Rogue thinks.* 'Surely he don't mean that...' "Poof, huh?" *Rogue goes to sit down on the floor by Gambit. She gently starts running her gloved fingers through his hair. "Ah'm sorry sugah. Maybe ya oughta cut them into the shape of a boomerang. Y'know, so they come back after ya throw 'em?" *Rogue grins at her own joke.*
*Gambit would quite casually kick the door open and then stumble in. Clearly drunk. Mumbling something to himself as he walks past Rogue, not even realising shes there in his drunken state*
Rogue would look up from the book she is currently reading - something with a splashy cover that she certianly wouldn't want anyone to see - and she furrows her eyebrows at her disgruntled Cajun. Oooo boy.
"What in the Sam Hill you been up to?" she asks, setting the book cover side down before standing up and walking towards him with a wickedly teasing smile. "You look like you could use a carton a' fried eggs."
Basically the groupchat every day since last week
Shania Twain
Shania Twain
In my mind, she IS Rogue! A real 90s icon! The voice, the looks, the spirit - Shania Twain!!
'you need to rest - lie down' (for Azrael from @down-home-charm)
“I’m fine. I don’t need….rest…”
He tried to play it off as best he could, to look strong in front of his newly beloved, but in truth Azrael was exhausted. An aspect of Azrael’s life he tends to keep hidden is the fact that he’s a hunter of evil spirits, this one of which took quite the toll on him. With Rogue’s assistance, he laid on his couch with a grimace.
“Perhaps just a moment or two…”
@down-home-charm
Rogue's brows knit together in concern as she listened to Azrael grunt when he lay down on the couch. Her strong arms were like to cradle him if she'd let him. But Rogue knew better. Whatever Azrael got up to...and she was suspecting more and more that he was telling her less and less...it wore him out. The man had been up for easily twenty four hours at this point. Maybe more.
Her fingers brushed against the side of his face and her green eyes were full of tender worry for him.
"Yeah yeah, tough guy, c'mon," she urged, kneeling beside him as she leaned over to kiss his cheek. "I don't get onto ya when ya need ta go out and work...but when ya come home, I get ta take care of ya. Howsever I see fit. An' right now, ya need sleep and some water."
With that, she stood and headed to the kitchen. She didn't want to be the girlfriend who didn't accept any kind of secrets...but this was starting to trouble her more than it should.
"...Are you okay, Az? I mean really?" she asked.
Intoxicated (from @down-home-charm because I wanna see what Az is like!!)
Nothing beat a good glass of mead. He had many bottles of it back in his wine cellar, and he never passed an opportunity to try a new meadery. Now both he and Rogue sat in his living room, two empty bottles of mead stood atop his coffee table.
“You know what I truly adore about you, Anna Marie?” He lightly pointed as he sat down his freshly poured fifth or sixth glass of mead. “Your laugh. You have the sweetest laugh, and my soul heals bit by bit each time I hear it.”
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