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Remy LeBeau. Gambit. {Blog for Fallen Heroes RPG}

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Maximum Fancy || Remy and Rogue

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proud-poliosis:

The way he looked at her made her shift in her seat. She wasn’t used to being this…ogled. She wants to protest as he helps her with her seat but she bites her tongue because he is being gentlemanly. Her eyes flick to where he was spinning his glass then back to his face. She supposed that in the dim light of the restaurant, that most would call romantic, Remy could be considered handsome. He certainly cleaned up nice. Rogue didn’t know why exactly but somehow she was expecting to find him here exactly how he always was normally. He was that cocky that she thought he’d show up without putting any effort in, like he’d got her for a date what more’d he have to do? In that regard he’d surpassed her expectations. 

She took a deep breath and sighed. He was right, most times he deserved it though. Tilting her head a little she eyes him for a moment. “Ah’m here ain’t I? What’d ya have planned t’talk about? Ah’ll keep mah knives as ya call’em t’mahself so long as ya play nice. It don’t mean Ah’m enjoyin’ mahself.” She always had her armor on, it was a part of her defences, and what the hell did he think her gloves were. She does her best to fight off an eye roll and looks at a chandelier to her right instead. 

Remy never half-assed dates. Even when they were casual, he did his best to impress. First dates only came once with a person and he didn’t want to miss his chance to really woo Rogue. He’d made sure that his suit was perfect, his hair fell perfectly, and that he had the right amount of stubble on his face to look cultured and chic as opposed to dirty and lazy. He’d gotten more than one appreciative view since coming to the restaurant (and before that) but he only wanted Rogue’s eyes on him with that kind of heat.

“Merci. But dat’s the fun part, hm? Finding out what exactly I can do so that y’enjoy y’self.” He chuckled softly and finally tore his gaze away from her to look at the waiter as their wine was brought and poured expertly. Remy lifted his glass and swirled it to smell the bouquet of the wine, then stretched it out to offer a toast. “To a fun night, chere.”

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Maximum Fancy || Remy and Rogue

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proud-poliosis:

Rogue wasn’t stupid, maybe for agreeing to this date, but that was a different matter. She knew why he wanted her so badly and wouldn’t give it up. Remy wanted her because she was something he could never have. He would never be able to possess her in the way he wanted to own every other beautiful thing he saw. Her mutation made sure of that. There was a twisting in her gut as she got ready. It was a sick feeling that made her wonder why she was even entertaining this stupid folly. She could let herself be wined and dined tonight and nothing would come of it. Nothing could come of it.

Looking at her reflection in her mirror she can help but feel like she’s over done it. She’s far too elegantly done up for a date with the Cajun swamp rat. Her thoughts were derailed there and she starts cursing him as she fixes a part of her dress that’s laying odd. Rogue was mid grumbling insult when her phone bussed. When she looked at it, a text from the swamp rat him self, it made her feel ever so slightly better. He’d finally told her where to meet, and it wasn’t just some restaurant. If nothing else went without falling apart she’d at least look the part. The last thing she does before heading to her cab is pull on her gloves. She never wore them when she was alone. That way she could feel the tangibility of the things around her. It was one small thing she did for herself.

Getting in the cab a thought occurred to her. It worried her. What if this dinner date was some fantasy of his? How much did he expect? There was that twisting knot again. On their own accord Rogue found that her hands were wringing themselves. In attempts to stop her nervous tic she clamped them around her small clutch. She actually asked the cabie to drive around the block a second time after he stopped at the front of the restaurant. She wanted to put this off, a part of her was also thinking about just going back home. Standing him up. She couldn’t do that though, she’d told him she’d be there. “You ready miss?” The Cabbie asked. She watched the elegant facade of the restaurant pull closer. “Ya can stop this time. Thanks.” She pays him as an attendant opens the door for her. Stepping out it was like the knot undid itself then found a new, larger configuration to contort into. Rogue did her best to ignore it, to walk straight, her head held high. The knowledge that she owned herself in a way no one else could gave her a much needed confidence boost.

Leaving her coat at the coat check a waiter asks what table she’s with. Her mouth opened to answer just as her eyes wandered the tables she could see. A head turned. “Ah found ‘im, but thanks sugah.” She gave the waiter a easy smile just to bug Remy as she knew he was now watching her. She wove her way to the table not taking a path longer than need be. The sooner this could start, the sooner it’d be over. “Evenin’ Remy. Quite the place ya picked. Ah half thought Ah was gunna be over dressed.” She was careful to keep her voice level, to not let how impressed she was into her words. Rogue wasn’t sure when she decided she was going to play nice, but she would, for a while.

When she finally walked through the door, Remy immediately stood. He watched her with a little grin hooking up the corner of his mouth, eyes never straying from her figure. She looked absolutely perfect. He watched her, mouth slightly dry, as she finally made her way to the table. He came over to pull out her chair for her, helping to push it back in as well as she sat. He kept his hands to himself, no matter how much he wanted to lean in and kiss her hair. 

“Over-dressed, chere? Mais non. You are beautiful.” Remy went back over to his side of the table and sat, leaning back to look at her once more. He couldn’t stop grinning. He’d never gotten to just sit and look at her before and now he got to do it all evening. He set his hand on the table and toyed with the stem of his water glass, turning it slowly between his thumb and fore finger. He didn’t look away for a moment as a waiter immediately attended to them, asking for beverage orders. Without pause, Remy rattled off a wine order, asking for the entire bottle. The waiter nodded and scuttled off.

“I hope y’put de fightin’ words away, jus’ f’tonight.” Remy smiled harmlessly, tilting his head at her. “Y’talk like y’ready to spit knives at me, most days. M’hopin’ y’put away de armor so we can talk.”

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Maximum Fancy || Remy and Rogue

As a general rule, Remy did not have a hard time getting the romantic attention of anybody he wanted. Since childhood, he’d never had to struggle to get someone to smile at hime or perhaps dote on him. It wasn’t just because he could be a low-level hypnotist because of his eyes. He prided himself on his natural charm and handsome features. To wink and make someone swoon always satisfied a primal part of him, a part that assured him that yes, he was good-looking and the whole world knew it.

He was used to people liking him. He was used to people trying to get close to him. What Remy was not used to, and would never get used to was someone who scorned him for no reason. Whenever he was around Rogue, she turned her nose up at him. She rolled her eyes at his jokes (not in the good way) and called him Swamp Rat in a tone that was far from endearing. He was always sweet to her and no matter what he did, she scoffed at him. If Remy were a lesser man, he’d get angry and leave her alone. Being Remy LeBeau, he was all the more intrigued. Whatever he wanted, whether it be art, money, or romance, he got. Remy was not used to being told ‘no.’ To see someone as beautiful as Rogue, to want her so badly and be told he couldn’t have her, not just by her own words but by her very mutation that disallowed skin to skin contact, Remy wanted her all the more. He found her endlessly fascinating. She was brash, loud, and honest. He loved it and wanted more. He selfishly wanted it all focused on him.

Finally, finally, he had talked her into a date. Just one to start but he was going to be pulling out all the stops. He had it all lined up to be the most magical night that he could wrangle up on short notice. He’d texted her to meet him at the restaurant in Midtown Manhattan, hoping that the name of the place would give her a hint at exactly how maximum fancy he was prepared to go tonight.

He prepped for the date with a sensation of butterflies that he’d never felt before. He tamed his hair to perfection, donned a perfectly pressed suit with shiny shoes to match, begrudgingly popped in his sclera contacts to cover his red-on-black eyes, and headed out early as to arrive before her to make sure everything was in place.

Remy sat at the table and kept fiddling with the buttons of his white dress shirt. He couldn’t decide whether he should undo two buttons or three. Was three too much? He couldn’t remember if he usually showed so much of his collar. He didn’t want her to think he was being sleazy. Remy did up the button again and patted at his shirt only to pull at it a moment later. He was sure he was being paranoid to think that his shirt was choking him. He looked down to make sure the buttons were aligned— they were. Maybe he should have worn a tie. That would have solved his dilemma before it had even started. But Remy didn’t like ties because they were too formal. This was not prom.

He huffed quietly to himself and decided to just keep his buttons as they were and glanced, not for the first time, at the entrance to see if Rogue had arrived.

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proud-poliosis:

Fine. A date. When an’ where? Remy, ya better not make me regret this. 

This weekend. I will not reveal my plans because I am a man of charm and intrigue. Just dress for a fancy dinner. A really fancy dinner.

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proud-poliosis:

Just so ya know you ain’t earned the right for special names. Ugh! What’ll it take for ya t’drop this? 

If not a date, then a kiss.

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proud-poliosis:

Ma name! That’s a good place t’ start. How many times Ah gotta tell ya we ain’t datin’ an’ Ah sure as hell ain’t your girl. Remy, why ya gotta do this? 

Why call you what everybody else calls you? You are special t’me, so I give you a special name. Just one date. Just one t’let me charm you. What are y’so afraid of, p’tite? I give m’word that I will be on my best b’havior.

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proud-poliosis:

Don’t “chere” me. An’ Ah ain’t fallin’ for that trick o’ yours. 

What y’like better? Roguey? Marie? Ma fille? Or p’haps de most beautiful woman I have ever seen? Ain’t no tricks here. I am just trying to spend quality time wit’ you. It’s like y’don’ t’ink we are dating.

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There ain’t ever anythin’ on tv worth watchin’. News, news, fake news, an’ stupid reality shows. Oh! An’ Ah forgot the weather. 

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So stop watchin’ the TV and look into Remy’s eyes instead, chere.

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Medicine//Ororo & Remy

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weatherwonder:

Several books fell to the floor. When he grabbed her, instinctively her body sparked with electrical current ready to defend. If he had been any other, the Cajun would have been sent convulsing on the floor. Yet he wasn’t any other, he was someone she held dear, someone she had hurt. Ororo wasn’t blind to his emotions, it wasn’t that she didn’t care. The problem was she did. Everyone. Everyone who she even let a inch in either got hurt or died.  

Couldn’t he see how difficult all this was for her? There was only so much pain a person could handle before it started to take it’s toll. She tried. Everyday she opened her eyes, got out of bed, and put on a air of complete calm. She smiled through the hardship, through the tears, through the sorrow. Just so the ones she loved could smile back. Was it so selfish that for once she’d be allowed to look after herself?!

“I would have called you eventually…” Ororo whispered softly through his rant. Stumbling a little backwards when he finally released her. The look in his eyes causing her heart to clench. Instead of shooting off a emotional fueled reply, the windrider slowly knelt to recollect the literature. Neatly setting them aside. 

“Remy…” She began but stopped herself. Unsure as to what to say, not wanting to upset him even farther. The sound of gentle rain danced against the window filling the silence. Ni sawa kulia wakati mwingine upendo wangu. She wrapped her arms around herself. Remembering the words her mother had spoken so long ago. Softly repeating them back. 

Standing she stared at him for a minute. “What do you want from me?” There was the briefest cracking in her voice. And she felt something snap. “What the fuck do you want! Huh? An apology?” Her breathing came out in short spurts. It was extremely rare for her to curse, almost nonexistent. Being an educator didn’t exactly call for such language. “Fine! I’m sorry! I’m sorry I left!” Angrily she shoved him hard. “I’m sorry for hurting your feelings” She shoved him again, “I’m sorry for not living up to everyone’s standards! For acting on impulse, cause goddess knows no one as ever done that before! For once considering myself first! For not trying to push my issues on you or anyone else! I’m sorry for being human! Not fucking superwoman all the time! Cause I’m on the same shit roller coaster of life that everyone is on! I’m hurt! I haven’t grieved! I keep everything, EVERYTHING bottled in! Because I fucking have to! So I’m sorry if that is such a problem!” As she spoke, she continued to push at him, stopping upon feeling hot tears striking her face. “Dammit!” Ororo wiped at them, refusing to let them fall. Yet the sky above did so for her. 

Her hair had become a mess and she pushed it back from her face. Teeth clenched as to not let out a scream that so desperately wanted to escape. She had never yelled at him or anyone for that matter. Thunder could now be heard as to the wind picked up speed. Her whole body was shaking and she had to take a moment to soothe herself and the weather. Closing her eyes, it was still far too hard to concentrate. “I’m…I’m sorry Remy.”            

She had started out soft and become rigid. Remy didn’t fight her or try to slap her hands away as she raged, as she pushed at him. Instead of trying to become an impenetrable wall to needle her further, he let himself step back with every shove until there was nowhere else for him to go. He felt his back hit the wall and still, she shoved at his chest. He grunted under his breath, just watching her. His jaw was aching from the way he was clenching it and it wasn’t until she’d stopped that he forced himself to let out a breath.

Remy dropped his head back to look at the ceiling for a moment. While Storm was a whirlwind of emotions, he was calm with his anger buzzing under the surface. He felt it smoldering in his chest, but he didn’t stoke the small flame. He didn’t put it out, either. “Remy ain’t takin’ your apology.” He said finally. He could be the comforter, he could gather her into his arms and coo and coddle her. He wouldn’t, though.

He lifted a foot and placed it back against the wall so he could lean back against it, arms crossing over his chest and he focused a level gaze on Storm. He owned the way he had been crowded and shoved, looking like he had always intended to be there and look comfortable to boot. Still, there was a hardness to the set of his shoulders and a coldness where he usually resonated warmth. He was so upset. 

“Dis ain’t how y’handle anything. Sometimes, yes, it is better t’grieve by y’self, but not like this. This is cuttin’ off everyone who loves you. This is running away and as a person who used t’do it a lot, I would know.” Despite his sharp words, his voice remained placid, as if they were discussing the weather. Detached. “I ain’t gonna hug you, ‘Ro, and let you think that dis okay. It ain’t. M’not gonna f’give you until you f’get dis nonsense about staying away and come back home, where t’ings can actually get better.” He pushed off of the wall and brushed past her to get to the door.

“When you come home, we’ll talk. Until then, I s’pose dis good-bye.” He opened the door and let himself out, snapping the door shut curtly behind him.

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These Tricks I’ll Attempt || Remy & Tony

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tonyshellheadstark:

“Remember the good ol’ days, when gods were made up in story books, collecting fanatics without proof in sight? Now they show up at your door and eat all your food.” Tony would complain–loudly–to anyone who would listen, but the truth was that he loved Thor. He particularly loved the guy when he wasn’t threatening Tony or hitting him with a bolt of lightening; actually, that went for all his teammates. They were just so much better when they didn’t want to kill Tony. They’d come a long way from fighting and quoting Shakespeare in the park. He wasn’t about to go saying it aloud or anything–no need to throw out that much touchy feely nonsense (which never ended well)–but his team was his family now, god included. 

Tony was thankful when the hand slid away, though he made an effort not to show it. He’s survived over four decades without letting the world know how it got to him, four decades of smiling for every camera, entertaining every big-named celebrity who wanted to throw an arm around his shoulder and play buddy buddy for a reporter. If it made Tony feel like throwing up, made his pulse skyrocket and he started looking for the nearest window to escape through, no one needed to know but him–and maybe Steve. He was working on the whole “opening up to your husband” thing, but even that was a work in progress. “Don’t mean to burst your bubble, Ami, but you don’t have a Hulk. No one does. He’s one of a kind.”

He swelled with pride at the thought of Bruce and all he’d managed to become. Maybe the man hadn’t realized it yet–still seemed to think of himself as some sort of threat–but Tony knew better: every day, he gained more and more power over his shift, and every day, he became a greater asset to their team. Still, Tony had to wonder what around here compared. He couldn’t pretend to be an expert on mutant abilities, and he knew there were some in this building–maybe many in this building–that he couldn’t even begin to imagine. Two somethings. He’d give half his fortune to see what that meant. 

“Funny,” he said, “That’s what they say about me. But you know what they say about us bad influences: we have all the fun.” Tony followed Remy, listening with interest to everything he named off. The training simulator in particular grabbed his interest, and Tony made a note to ask to see that in action later if it wasn’t already part of the tour. They stopped at the hangar, and Tony moved closer to the glass, eyes widening just slightly–the proof that he was impressed–as he looked upon the Blackbird. “Not bad,” he said. Rhodey would have loved to see this one. “A bit bulky for my taste, but not bad.” He looked back to Remy. “Define workshop.” 

“There’s no such things as the good ol’ days f’me, homme.” And finally, a hairline crack breaks through Remy’s usually placid expression. First he was an orphan on the streets who had to deal with the stresses of not starving to death or getting swept up into the system, then he became a member of the Guild and came all the complications of that old chestnut; arranged marriages and tithes to power-hungry benefactresses, yuck.

He leaned casually against the wall and made sure that his cool and detached grin made its way back onto his face. Both hands slid into the pockets of his jeans and he huffed a chuckle. “Mebbe that’s why de Prof make me give you the tour, neh? One bad influence to another, jus’ tryin’ t’bridge the gap.” He shrugged a shoulder, the simple motion so fluid and graceful. He’d read the papers and watched the news- of course Tony Stark was a bad influence. Remy had watched his upward, downward, and back upward again spiral through the years. Maybe the Professor was hoping that their natures would appeal to one another. It was still hard to tell whether the idea was working or not.

He happened to glance over as Tony’s eyes widened and he couldn’t help but give a tiny, pleased smile. “It gets the job done.” He tilted his head and hummed. “Oh, y’know. It’s part sewing room, part engineering space. Once the students get past a certain age or level, they can start toolin’ wit’ their costume ideas or things that might help ‘em control and focus their powers. Lots of experimentin’ with flame-proof everything. Henri, y’might know him as de Beast- He helps out a lot in there. I take it y’wanna go see?” He pushes off the wall and starts sauntering lazily in that particular direction.

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cigarsandclaws:

You, carin’ more about a party than religion? I’m shocked. I’m tellin’ ya I might’ve had it but seein’ as how I don’t remember much from before the mid ‘80s, I can’t remember havin’ it. Sounds like I’m gonna have to take some from you ta fix that. Unless it ain’t worth it. 

Don’t tease me so, mon ami. King cake is always worth it.

[weatherwonder]

Medicine//Ororo & Remy

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weatherwonder:

He was angry with her. That part was plainly clear… and slightly surprising. Yes, they shared a bond that was beyond explaining but she hadn’t thought….she hadn’t thought. She had just acted. Thinking it would be best to not get everyone worked up about her departure. Simply slip away silently and soon be forgotten. The team had other problems to worry about than her. She hoped the recent events would create a good enough distraction. Her heartbeat increased a bit when he approached her. Apparently that had not been the case.

“Do you?” She held him with her own leveled gaze. It wasn’t she who was constantly leaving the other behind. Of all the times she spent missing him when he was gone! And he had the nerves to be upset with her?! “If I recall the last time you left. I had no idea where you were and was equally left in the dark.” 

Turning from him, she set her ramen on the wood flooring. Going back to gathering more books into her hand. She would not grant him the opportunity to lecture her. “It was better I left this way. The team as a lot more to focus on than my whereabouts.” Even as she listened to her own explanation, she doubt he would accept it so easily. “As do you. My burdens are just that Remy, mine.” 

She shoved him roughly with her shoulder, pushing pass to go back over to the bookshelf. As controlled as her own anger was, the novels still where set upon the shelves with some force and she could feel the twisting of the clouds outside. “There was no need to come after me.” It hurt, knowing what she had to do, had to push him away when all she really wanted was to be held. Problem was she did not know how to. To be that vulnerable. It scared her, and in so she closed herself off to people. Remy had been the one person she had even let glimpse pass her harden soul, but even then there was still much she kept locked. “Others need you more. Go back.”  

“Dis ain’t a situation of the pot callin’ the kettle black.” Remy bit out, narrowing his eyes at her. A nerve in his jaw worked as he clenched and unclenched his teeth, trying to keep a cool head about this. It was difficult. Not only did Storm leave him behind, but the entire team as well. If Remy had ever intended on leaving and never coming back, he would announce it and say his good-byes. He wouldn’t just up and leave, not like Storm had.

“Every time I ever left, I came back. I was easy to contact in case of an emergency.” He retorted. He leveled a finger at her for a moment, accusatory. “Dis ain’t the same, chere. The intentions don’t match up. Y’turned y’nose up at everyone who cares f’you, not jus’ me. I thought y’considered the X-Men famille? Neh? You are a grown woman! Y’can’t jus’ leave y’responsibilities as a teacher, or a role model.”

The way she jostled him on her way past made him outright growl. He reached out and snatched at her upper arm, pulling her back. He glared down at her, lip curled. “How dare you.” He ground out, still trying to keep a lid on his temper. “Until I wheedled it out of de Prof, I had thought the worst. I worried f’you. I would have turned this planet inside out to find you and make sure you were safe. How dare you think, even just for a moment, that I wouldn’t understand any kind of explanation y’would have given? Any warnin’, any at all, would have been better than y’cold shoulder.” He let go of her arm like it burned him, like it disgusted him.

“Ain’t nobody need me.” He drew himself up to his full height and put his shoulders back. “Ain’t nobody who look up to Remy like dem kids at the school look up t’you. Hell. I looked up to you. You were the one who dragged me to Xavier’s in the first place!”

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cigarsandclaws:

King cake? That some kinda delicacy from the swamp yer from?

Mais oui! Well, sorta. It’s a religion thing. I don’t care much ‘bout the religious aspect so much as the carnival season. Mardi Gras and all that. But are y’tellin’ me y’been on this earth f’so long and y’ain’t heard of king cake?

[weatherwonder]

Medicine//Ororo & Remy

She sat crossed legged on the floor. Her hair tied back yet even so a few strains had broken free, falling distractedly upon her face. Every so often she was forced to blow them out of the way. Finally giving up and taking the band off. Snow white lock fell loosely on her skin. She was still in her pajamas, realizing that she did not need to get up early anymore. Well until she found another job.   

Carefully, Ororo used her pocket knife to slice open the taped package. Inside laid several of her favorite novels. She sighed, looking around the empty room. The small loft was to be her new living space. At least for the time being. She still did not know why she had yet to leave New York, or the States for that matter. The thought of going back to Africa had been quite tempting, there was a lot of good she could do. However realization that she would just be doing the same thing she was trying to get away from, her home country was not a option. She no longer wanted to be Storm of the X-Men, hero, whatever. She just want to be Ororo for a time. 

Getting gingerly to her feet, she grabbed a arm full of books. Having already setting up shelves to placed them on, she began to filed them. First by alphabetical order, then by size, then color, but neither way seem to set right with her. Rolling her eyes at her own indecision, she merely assorted them randomly.  

For a time, she stacked the items in silence. Only at the sound of her kettle whistle did she stopped. Walking into her small kitchen to pour the boiling water in her cup of instant ramen. Making a mental note as she did, to buy more food. 

When she turned around to continue her unpacking, she froze. Not many people could sneak up on her and yet the former thief had not hear the intruder entrance. “Remy.” Regaining her placid demeanor, she began to mix the noodles absentmindedly. Ororo knew she shouldn’t have been all that surprised by his appearance. If anyone could find her it was him. That didn’t mean she had to like it. 

Blowing the steamy meal, she took a few bites, moving pass him and back to her boxes. “What are you doing here?”           

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The moment he’d learned that Ororo had left, Remy was on his motorcycle and zooming past the gates of the mansion. He didn’t know where she’d gone, but he’d damn well find out. He was hurt, raging even, that she’d leave without telling him. He thought that their bond was stronger than that. He thought she cared about him and his feelings about her. 

Apparently not.

After pulling a few strings and calling on a favor or two, Remy had her address. It wasn’t hard for people to notice when Storm went anywhere. The way she held herself radiated grace and poise and anyone would be hard-pressed to ignore her presence. Remy stewed for a few hours before heading over to her loft. He wanted to get himself together so he didn’t say anything that he didn’t mean. Despite waiting, the moment he entered her new place made his temper flare right back up.

He leaned in the shadows, wedged into a corner with his back against the wall. When she noticed him, spoke to him, he scowled and moved forward into the light.

“What am I doin’ here?” He hissed through his teeth. He wanted to knock the cup of noodles out of her hands. Remy clenched his hands into fists to keep them from shaking and giving away how angry he really was. He took another step towards Storm, lip curled into something like a snarl. “Y’ain’t got no right t’ask me somethin’ so stupid as dat, Ororo. Y’left. Y’left without a damn word and now y’here, actin’ like it ain’t such a big deal. Did y’stop t’think dat maybe y’actions might have some consequences? Neh? Did ya maybe t’ink dat some people might miss ya if y’were gone?” His accent was thickened with his upset and although his tone was sharp, he didn’t yell. 

[yourdailykitsch]

A little love for a man and his bike.

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#tbthursday Never get tired of Taylor on a bike.

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weatherwonder:

You mean all the trouble you’ll be getting us in. But hmm Mardi Gras….I suppose taking a few days weeks wouldn’t hurt. And what have I said about calling me that horrid nickname. 

Me, get us into trouble? Mais non. I am a saint. Conveniently, I don’t remember y’sayin’ a thing about me callin’ you that. 

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weatherwonder:

Does this mean you’re baking?

Cause I get to lick the spoon when you’re done.

Remy don’t bake, chere. I’m actually thinkin’ about goin’ home for a few days for Mardi Gras. Interested? Think of all the trouble we could get into, Stormy.