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@kid-gambit
I dunno wha' t' say. I guess.. M' name's Remy LeBeau, an' I'm one o' de T'ieves' Guild princes. No' by blood, 'pose it makes me de lesser one. Henri don' t'ink so.
Mos'ly, I jus' try an' keep outta de way. Sometimes I go t'ievin' bu' no' much.
School Days (Starter for @kid-gambit)
Rex Myers had been a lone wolf for most of his many many many years on the planet. That was until he became guardian to a baby boy after a particularly hectic trip to New Orleans. For the next 11 years, his entire life had revolved around Remy and Rex wouldn't have changed a thing about it. The pair had become quite the duo, travelling between the US, Scotland and Italy as Rex had ties to all of them.
However, now they were settled back in their apartment back in New York with the summer slowly coming to a close as July reached its end. That morning, Rex had woken to start breakfast when his eyes fell upon a scroll tied shut with a golden ribbon. A scroll he recognised. There was a second scroll laying beside it, this one with a red ribbon sealing it shut. He gathered them up and made his way into the kitchen, letting Remy sleep in.
@kid-gambit
Remy liked to sleep in when he could. When he had to get up early, it was with much feet dragging and complaining (which he insisted wasn't whining, but it certainly sounded like it).
By the time he emerged from the covers, the sun had already rose. His hair was a mess, and he only had one sock on. Yawning, Remy plopped down in a chair. "Bon matin." He said.
"Good morning, kiddo." Rex greeted him whilst ruffling his hair. "You sleep well?" He asked, his eyes glued to the scroll address to himself. Rex had been offered a job at a school for supernaturally gifted people. A school Remy had been accepted into as a first year student.
"You have mail." Rex told Remy, handing him the scroll with the golden ribbon tied around it.
"Ouis, bon. Did you?" He shot Rex a glare as he pushed his mussed hair out of his face. It was getting long, long enough that it was constantly in his eyes.
Remy took the scroll, muttering something about it being very fancy in French as he tugged the ribbon off. He read it once, paused, and read it again more slowly this time, making sure he was actually understanding it right.
"It was about the same as my normal sleeps." Rex hummed as he watched Remy's reaction, unsure of how this would go down. "So? What are you thinking?" Rex asked softly, putting a pause on his breakfast plans and sitting down at the table with his son.
"Because they have offered me a job at the school." Rex explained to Remy, showing him the scroll he had received.
His wings fluttered. "..I dunno. School an' I ain't agreed when I tried it." Remy looked over at Rex's scroll, briefly scanning it.
Looking back down at the scroll, he scowled at it. It wasn't that he didn't do well in school, it was that he didn't do well stuck inside, surrounded by others his age, and forced to pay attention to a single topic for long stretches. Remy would rather be outside with a book than inside at a desk.
Rex nodded. "Well, this school from what I hear is different." He explained to Remy softly. "It's a school for kids like you and me. Kids who are different and can do unique and unusual things." Rex explained further, trying to make this sound a little more appealing to Remy.
"But if you're not interested, I can reject the job offer and you and I can just return to what we're doing." Rex told him, not forcing anything on Remy. He would never do that, eveything he had done was to give Remy a good life.
Kids who were like them. Remy perked up a little at that. Between him and Rex, he'd never met anyone else like them. Magic. "..Wha' kinda job did dey give ya?" He asked, curious.
Maybe.. it would be nice to go. If it was for magic kids, then that meant that magic might be taught there. Remy had started to learn how to glamor his wings, but he still wasn't very good at it.
Rex chuckled. "Well, they offered me a job as a teacher." He said. "They want me to teach ancient runes and lost languages." Rex added before looking at Remy's scroll. "I think it could be fun for you, kiddo. Just think about it, you could meet kids like you and learn about different kinds of magic. Sounds like a win win to me."
Remy chewed on his bottom lip, picking at the chapped skin. "I guess yer righ'.." He looked back down at the scroll.
School. It might be more tolerable with others like him, with Rex. He still didn't want to be cooped up all day.
Rex smiled at him and carefully brushed hair away from Remy's eyes. "Don't be nervous, squirt. You're going to do great and you'll make so many friends. That'll be fun, huh?" Rex asked, trying to ease the few nerves Remy had left.
"...Ouis," he said reluctantly. Remy gave him a small smile. It still didn't sound like the best idea, but Rex seemed to think it was a good idea, and it wasn't like Remy would be alone there, either.
School Days (Starter for @kid-gambit)
Rex Myers had been a lone wolf for most of his many many many years on the planet. That was until he became guardian to a baby boy after a particularly hectic trip to New Orleans. For the next 11 years, his entire life had revolved around Remy and Rex wouldn't have changed a thing about it. The pair had become quite the duo, travelling between the US, Scotland and Italy as Rex had ties to all of them.
However, now they were settled back in their apartment back in New York with the summer slowly coming to a close as July reached its end. That morning, Rex had woken to start breakfast when his eyes fell upon a scroll tied shut with a golden ribbon. A scroll he recognised. There was a second scroll laying beside it, this one with a red ribbon sealing it shut. He gathered them up and made his way into the kitchen, letting Remy sleep in.
@kid-gambit
Remy liked to sleep in when he could. When he had to get up early, it was with much feet dragging and complaining (which he insisted wasn't whining, but it certainly sounded like it).
By the time he emerged from the covers, the sun had already rose. His hair was a mess, and he only had one sock on. Yawning, Remy plopped down in a chair. "Bon matin." He said.
"Good morning, kiddo." Rex greeted him whilst ruffling his hair. "You sleep well?" He asked, his eyes glued to the scroll address to himself. Rex had been offered a job at a school for supernaturally gifted people. A school Remy had been accepted into as a first year student.
"You have mail." Rex told Remy, handing him the scroll with the golden ribbon tied around it.
"Ouis, bon. Did you?" He shot Rex a glare as he pushed his mussed hair out of his face. It was getting long, long enough that it was constantly in his eyes.
Remy took the scroll, muttering something about it being very fancy in French as he tugged the ribbon off. He read it once, paused, and read it again more slowly this time, making sure he was actually understanding it right.
"It was about the same as my normal sleeps." Rex hummed as he watched Remy's reaction, unsure of how this would go down. "So? What are you thinking?" Rex asked softly, putting a pause on his breakfast plans and sitting down at the table with his son.
"Because they have offered me a job at the school." Rex explained to Remy, showing him the scroll he had received.
His wings fluttered. "..I dunno. School an' I ain't agreed when I tried it." Remy looked over at Rex's scroll, briefly scanning it.
Looking back down at the scroll, he scowled at it. It wasn't that he didn't do well in school, it was that he didn't do well stuck inside, surrounded by others his age, and forced to pay attention to a single topic for long stretches. Remy would rather be outside with a book than inside at a desk.
Rex nodded. "Well, this school from what I hear is different." He explained to Remy softly. "It's a school for kids like you and me. Kids who are different and can do unique and unusual things." Rex explained further, trying to make this sound a little more appealing to Remy.
"But if you're not interested, I can reject the job offer and you and I can just return to what we're doing." Rex told him, not forcing anything on Remy. He would never do that, eveything he had done was to give Remy a good life.
Kids who were like them. Remy perked up a little at that. Between him and Rex, he'd never met anyone else like them. Magic. "..Wha' kinda job did dey give ya?" He asked, curious.
Maybe.. it would be nice to go. If it was for magic kids, then that meant that magic might be taught there. Remy had started to learn how to glamor his wings, but he still wasn't very good at it.
Rex chuckled. "Well, they offered me a job as a teacher." He said. "They want me to teach ancient runes and lost languages." Rex added before looking at Remy's scroll. "I think it could be fun for you, kiddo. Just think about it, you could meet kids like you and learn about different kinds of magic. Sounds like a win win to me."
Remy chewed on his bottom lip, picking at the chapped skin. "I guess yer righ'.." He looked back down at the scroll.
School. It might be more tolerable with others like him, with Rex. He still didn't want to be cooped up all day.
School Days (Starter for @kid-gambit)
Rex Myers had been a lone wolf for most of his many many many years on the planet. That was until he became guardian to a baby boy after a particularly hectic trip to New Orleans. For the next 11 years, his entire life had revolved around Remy and Rex wouldn't have changed a thing about it. The pair had become quite the duo, travelling between the US, Scotland and Italy as Rex had ties to all of them.
However, now they were settled back in their apartment back in New York with the summer slowly coming to a close as July reached its end. That morning, Rex had woken to start breakfast when his eyes fell upon a scroll tied shut with a golden ribbon. A scroll he recognised. There was a second scroll laying beside it, this one with a red ribbon sealing it shut. He gathered them up and made his way into the kitchen, letting Remy sleep in.
@kid-gambit
Remy liked to sleep in when he could. When he had to get up early, it was with much feet dragging and complaining (which he insisted wasn't whining, but it certainly sounded like it).
By the time he emerged from the covers, the sun had already rose. His hair was a mess, and he only had one sock on. Yawning, Remy plopped down in a chair. "Bon matin." He said.
"Good morning, kiddo." Rex greeted him whilst ruffling his hair. "You sleep well?" He asked, his eyes glued to the scroll address to himself. Rex had been offered a job at a school for supernaturally gifted people. A school Remy had been accepted into as a first year student.
"You have mail." Rex told Remy, handing him the scroll with the golden ribbon tied around it.
"Ouis, bon. Did you?" He shot Rex a glare as he pushed his mussed hair out of his face. It was getting long, long enough that it was constantly in his eyes.
Remy took the scroll, muttering something about it being very fancy in French as he tugged the ribbon off. He read it once, paused, and read it again more slowly this time, making sure he was actually understanding it right.
"It was about the same as my normal sleeps." Rex hummed as he watched Remy's reaction, unsure of how this would go down. "So? What are you thinking?" Rex asked softly, putting a pause on his breakfast plans and sitting down at the table with his son.
"Because they have offered me a job at the school." Rex explained to Remy, showing him the scroll he had received.
His wings fluttered. "..I dunno. School an' I ain't agreed when I tried it." Remy looked over at Rex's scroll, briefly scanning it.
Looking back down at the scroll, he scowled at it. It wasn't that he didn't do well in school, it was that he didn't do well stuck inside, surrounded by others his age, and forced to pay attention to a single topic for long stretches. Remy would rather be outside with a book than inside at a desk.
Rex nodded. "Well, this school from what I hear is different." He explained to Remy softly. "It's a school for kids like you and me. Kids who are different and can do unique and unusual things." Rex explained further, trying to make this sound a little more appealing to Remy.
"But if you're not interested, I can reject the job offer and you and I can just return to what we're doing." Rex told him, not forcing anything on Remy. He would never do that, eveything he had done was to give Remy a good life.
Kids who were like them. Remy perked up a little at that. Between him and Rex, he'd never met anyone else like them. Magic. "..Wha' kinda job did dey give ya?" He asked, curious.
Maybe.. it would be nice to go. If it was for magic kids, then that meant that magic might be taught there. Remy had started to learn how to glamor his wings, but he still wasn't very good at it.
School Days (Starter for @kid-gambit)
Rex Myers had been a lone wolf for most of his many many many years on the planet. That was until he became guardian to a baby boy after a particularly hectic trip to New Orleans. For the next 11 years, his entire life had revolved around Remy and Rex wouldn't have changed a thing about it. The pair had become quite the duo, travelling between the US, Scotland and Italy as Rex had ties to all of them.
However, now they were settled back in their apartment back in New York with the summer slowly coming to a close as July reached its end. That morning, Rex had woken to start breakfast when his eyes fell upon a scroll tied shut with a golden ribbon. A scroll he recognised. There was a second scroll laying beside it, this one with a red ribbon sealing it shut. He gathered them up and made his way into the kitchen, letting Remy sleep in.
@kid-gambit
Remy liked to sleep in when he could. When he had to get up early, it was with much feet dragging and complaining (which he insisted wasn't whining, but it certainly sounded like it).
By the time he emerged from the covers, the sun had already rose. His hair was a mess, and he only had one sock on. Yawning, Remy plopped down in a chair. "Bon matin." He said.
"Good morning, kiddo." Rex greeted him whilst ruffling his hair. "You sleep well?" He asked, his eyes glued to the scroll address to himself. Rex had been offered a job at a school for supernaturally gifted people. A school Remy had been accepted into as a first year student.
"You have mail." Rex told Remy, handing him the scroll with the golden ribbon tied around it.
"Ouis, bon. Did you?" He shot Rex a glare as he pushed his mussed hair out of his face. It was getting long, long enough that it was constantly in his eyes.
Remy took the scroll, muttering something about it being very fancy in French as he tugged the ribbon off. He read it once, paused, and read it again more slowly this time, making sure he was actually understanding it right.
"It was about the same as my normal sleeps." Rex hummed as he watched Remy's reaction, unsure of how this would go down. "So? What are you thinking?" Rex asked softly, putting a pause on his breakfast plans and sitting down at the table with his son.
"Because they have offered me a job at the school." Rex explained to Remy, showing him the scroll he had received.
His wings fluttered. "..I dunno. School an' I ain't agreed when I tried it." Remy looked over at Rex's scroll, briefly scanning it.
Looking back down at the scroll, he scowled at it. It wasn't that he didn't do well in school, it was that he didn't do well stuck inside, surrounded by others his age, and forced to pay attention to a single topic for long stretches. Remy would rather be outside with a book than inside at a desk.
School Days (Starter for @kid-gambit)
Rex Myers had been a lone wolf for most of his many many many years on the planet. That was until he became guardian to a baby boy after a particularly hectic trip to New Orleans. For the next 11 years, his entire life had revolved around Remy and Rex wouldn't have changed a thing about it. The pair had become quite the duo, travelling between the US, Scotland and Italy as Rex had ties to all of them.
However, now they were settled back in their apartment back in New York with the summer slowly coming to a close as July reached its end. That morning, Rex had woken to start breakfast when his eyes fell upon a scroll tied shut with a golden ribbon. A scroll he recognised. There was a second scroll laying beside it, this one with a red ribbon sealing it shut. He gathered them up and made his way into the kitchen, letting Remy sleep in.
@kid-gambit
Remy liked to sleep in when he could. When he had to get up early, it was with much feet dragging and complaining (which he insisted wasn't whining, but it certainly sounded like it).
By the time he emerged from the covers, the sun had already rose. His hair was a mess, and he only had one sock on. Yawning, Remy plopped down in a chair. "Bon matin." He said.
"Good morning, kiddo." Rex greeted him whilst ruffling his hair. "You sleep well?" He asked, his eyes glued to the scroll address to himself. Rex had been offered a job at a school for supernaturally gifted people. A school Remy had been accepted into as a first year student.
"You have mail." Rex told Remy, handing him the scroll with the golden ribbon tied around it.
"Ouis, bon. Did you?" He shot Rex a glare as he pushed his mussed hair out of his face. It was getting long, long enough that it was constantly in his eyes.
Remy took the scroll, muttering something about it being very fancy in French as he tugged the ribbon off. He read it once, paused, and read it again more slowly this time, making sure he was actually understanding it right.
School Days (Starter for @kid-gambit)
Rex Myers had been a lone wolf for most of his many many many years on the planet. That was until he became guardian to a baby boy after a particularly hectic trip to New Orleans. For the next 11 years, his entire life had revolved around Remy and Rex wouldn't have changed a thing about it. The pair had become quite the duo, travelling between the US, Scotland and Italy as Rex had ties to all of them.
However, now they were settled back in their apartment back in New York with the summer slowly coming to a close as July reached its end. That morning, Rex had woken to start breakfast when his eyes fell upon a scroll tied shut with a golden ribbon. A scroll he recognised. There was a second scroll laying beside it, this one with a red ribbon sealing it shut. He gathered them up and made his way into the kitchen, letting Remy sleep in.
@kid-gambit
Remy liked to sleep in when he could. When he had to get up early, it was with much feet dragging and complaining (which he insisted wasn't whining, but it certainly sounded like it).
By the time he emerged from the covers, the sun had already rose. His hair was a mess, and he only had one sock on. Yawning, Remy plopped down in a chair. "Bon matin." He said.
@roanokesilas
Remy didn't open them at first. "Ain't wha' mos' people t'ink. Le diable blanc." He spat the name out, hate and disgust lacing his voice. "Dem de reason why Remy.. why I's go' left."
But he did eventually open them, keeping his gaze firmly at the ceiling and not Rex's face. He didn't want to see his expression. "Dey're from de Devil."
Hopping off the bed, Remy ran up to Rex. "Ouis, ouis! N'awlins? Or de bayou? 'Cause de bayou got lots an' lots of gators, I seen one take de fingers offa 'nother kid 'cause she was playin' wit' it."
@roanokesilas
Remy didn't open them at first. "Ain't wha' mos' people t'ink. Le diable blanc." He spat the name out, hate and disgust lacing his voice. "Dem de reason why Remy.. why I's go' left."
But he did eventually open them, keeping his gaze firmly at the ceiling and not Rex's face. He didn't want to see his expression. "Dey're from de Devil."
While Rex was distracted by the bag, Remy stuck another sticker on him, this time to his hand, with a giggle.
He jumped excitedly, and reached for a set. "Dese 'uns! I like de fishes, dey're silly."
Rex laughed a little as the sticker was stuck to his hand. He left it where it was before glancing at the set Remy had chosen. "Those ones look like an excellent choice, little one."
He lifted Remy over his shoulder and tickled his sides, just messing around as he carried him to his side of the room. Remy's new plush toys neatly sat by his pillow.
"You even have some new friends with you tonight, huh?"
Remy shrieked with laughter, squirming as Rex hauled him around. Jean-Luc had never done that before. He bounced on the bed as he was set down. "Again?"
"Ouis, dey gonna stay up here wit' me." Patting both the cat and the gator, he looked up at the knight. "..Iffen dat's okay?"
"Of course they can stay there. They are yours, so they can stay wherever you want them to stay." Rex told Remy before lifting him over his shoulder again with a half a laugh.
Rex tickled Remy's sides again. "It would appear you are very ticklish, my little friend." Rex chuckled before carefully hanging the boy upside down, playfully of course.
He kicked, laughing. "Ain't ticklish!" Remy shouted, although his shrieks of joy said otherwise.
Remy let his arms dangle once Rex flipped him upside down and heaved a dramatic sigh that quickly dissolved into giggles. He pretended to swat at the knight's hands, although he didn't want him to stop. This was fun and new and he liked it.
"Oh, I don't know about that." Rex teased and turned Remy the right way up again. He gently tossed the boy into the pile of pillows on his bed, watching him. His laughter was like music to Rex, a music he didn't think he'd ever have the privilege of listening to.
Rex smiled at Remy and playfully grabbed at his ankles, tickling the soles of his feet. He was just happy to play with a boy who clearly didn't get play often, especially with their caregiver.
Remy couldn't stop laughing. He rolled over, taking the blankets with him and essentially forming a cocoon. "Non! Ain't ticklish!" The boy insisted, despite the evidence that the contrary was true.
Honestly, Remy was having a blast. Denying he was ticklish turned into part of the game and he took that very seriously. Or, well, as seriously as any seven-ish year old boy who was being hauled around and tickled could.
Rex laughed when the boy wrapped himself in blankets. "Now, this feels like cheating, don't you think?" He teased before poking at the blankets. "You've created a shield I can possibly break through." He added in that playful seriousness he did so well.
This was also part of the game. Rex was having as much fun as Remy was since he was seeing flashes of a life could have had hundreds of years ago, but had never been brave enough to pursue for fear of hurting himself.
Under the blanket burrito, Remy squirmed and giggled. He poked his face through a gap in the covers to stick his tongue out at Rex gleefully.
He pulled his feet into the blankets. "Lookit, I'm a worm," Remy announced with a grin. He wiggled as if to prove his point.
Rex laughed and scooped up the boy swaddled in blankets. "A very wiggly worm at that." He smiled and held Remy close for a second. "Now, I say we wind down a little. Can't go using all your energy in one go can you?" He smiled before setting Remy down again.
Rex's phone began to ring and he raised an eyebrow. "I'll be back in a second." He told Remy before stepping outside the hotel room to answer this mysterious phone call. Little did he know Jean-Luc had managed to get Rex's number.
Remy heaved a dramatic sigh, not quite ready to stop. But he obeyed, calming down. He watched as Rex left, then wiggled out of the blanket cocoon to straighten the covers, and find his stuffed animals.
There was silence on the other end for a moment. "Wha' you t'ink yer doin'? Keepin' de boy from his family like dat, couillon?" Same accent as Remy, but deeper, older.
Rex straightened up a little, not intimidated by the voice on the other end. "Families don't tend to try and drag people back home when they don't wanna go." Rex stated, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Besides, if you were truly desperate for the boy, you'd come yourself. Stop sending your lackies to do the heavy lifting." He added, his voice sharp but calm.
Rex glanced to the hotel door, hearing Remy's giggles behind it as the boy had found his stuffed animals. "If you'd been paying attention, you'd notice the boy is being targeted." Rex explained, referring to the cloaked individuals who had tried to snatch Remy. "He's safer with me."
"Remy's no' very old, he shouldn't be runnin' off fer days alone." Jean-Luc replied. "I'd get him meself, bu' I ain't in town. Got.. business I can' leave." His voice was equally as calm, and steely.
There was a long, heavy pause. "Remy always been targeted, his eyes don't exactly make him fit in. Le diable blanc, folks like t'call him. De white devil. Who's it dis time? Dose boys he tries to play wit' in de bayou? Somebody who t'inks he's de key t' whatever ritual dey wanna do?"
In the room, Remy made the stuffed animals leap around the bed, using the pillows and bunched-up blankets as obstacles. He laughed again as he dropped one and had to scramble off to retrieve it.
Rex remained calm, stood like a fortress wall that would protect that boy at all costs. "He isn't alone. He's with me and I am older than the very city you call home." Rex stated firmly. "So, he's safe."
Rex took a couple of paces, just circling the hallway a little. "These people are called The Cloaked. They are a lot darker than some kids runnin' around amongst the alligators." Rex stated. "So, either you and I can talk man to man or you can continue to send your boys to come try take the boy." He added firmly.
"But, let's get one thing straight. That boy isn't leaving my sight. I don't care if I have to topple your little guild to do it." Rex said firmly.
Silence on the line. "De Cloaked. Sounds like another cult. Wha' do dey want wit' Remy? Or do y'even know?" There was a scratching sound, like pen against paper. Jean-Luc was making a note of something.
He sighed. "Dis guild is older den you tink. So are most o' us. It'll take a bit more den a rich knight t'undo it." Jean-Luc's voice lowered. "I don' know wha' yer playin' at, bu' if you t'ink you can keep dat boy from his family, den yer mistaken. Dis guild has ties t'place y'can only dream of."
Rex clenched his free fist before taking a breath. "Family is a strong word for what you've got." He stated. "Family doesn't usually come with strings stipulated by how much you're able to steal." Rex added before glancing back at the door of the hotel.
"The Cloaked want him for their own gain. They see a power source, but I suppose you already know how that feels cause that's what you see." Rex spat angrily, a heat behind his words. "The boy stays with me." He said with a finality before hanging up.
When he returned to the room, he noticed Remy playing on the bed with his plushies. The Knight leaned against the closed door, watching for a quiet moment. He just took in the moment.
Remy was talking to himself quietly, putting on rather ridiculous accents for both the gator and the cat. It was a simple game.
"Why de cow cross de road? 'Cause de chicken was tired," The cat said. The gator responded with an exaggerated growl and Remy mushed the stuffed toys together.
Rex let a smile creep onto his face before locking the hotel room for the night. He hummed to himself and looked at Remy. "I see your cat has a sense of humour." He joked as he sat down on the bed with the boy.
"I say we get them down for bed, huh?" Rex suggested as he twisted his body slightly and pulled the blankets back for Remy to climb into bed. Rex wasn't sure he'd be able to sleep after that phone call, but he wouldn't worry Remy.
"Dey ain't very good jokes. Dat's why M'sur Gator bittin' her." Remy said with a straight face.
Remy pouted at the suggestion of sleep. "I ain't tiiired," he whined, moving away from the middle of the bed. He flopped half of the side with a dramatic sigh.
Rex laughed softly at the boy's antics and shook his head. "Well, I suppose if you're not tired, we could watch some movies?" He suggested, pointing to the small collection of movies that had come from the room.
"I'll even let you pick." Rex mentioned, nudging him towards the small stack of movies. Rex wasn't sure Remy had ever seen a movie before, but he was happy to introduce him to a few. All kid friendly of course.
Remy perked up at that. "Movie?" He slid the rest of the way off the bed, twisting to land on his knees. Perusing the stack carefully, he considered his choices with an intense look of focus.
Finally, he selected one. "Dis one?"
Rex took the movie in his hands, humming as he admired what he picked. "Aristocats? I'm sensing a theme with you." He chuckled, patting the top of his head.
He set up the movie and let Remy get settled for the night before turning on the movie for the boy. Rex took out a book, a rather thick book with a language no one else could read anymore.
"..I like cats," Remy protested, although he didn't stay grumpy for long. He sat for a moment, then shuffled over to where Rex was.
Leaning against the knight, Remy got absorbed in the movie quickly. O'Malley quickly became his favorite character, and he wiggled each time the orange tom showed up on screen.
Rex glanced down when he felt the small force lean against him. Rex was quietly surprised, but didn't say anything. He simply let Remy become absorbed in the movie whilst lightly draping his arm around the boy's shoulders.
The Knight remained quiet, taking in the old animation and the catchy songs. It had been a long time since Rex just let himself sit and enjoy the quiet domestic moments, most of his days usually spent fighting some evil or another. The same kind of evil tracking Remy.
The boy didn't make it all the way through the movie. Remy fell asleep about halfway, too tired to stay up like he insisted. It wasn't surprising, today had been busy and he wasn't very big.
Remy curled up against him, loosely holding his stuffed animals. He never changed into pajamas.
Rex glanced down at Remy when he didn't hear anything after a while. A smile tugged at his lips at the sight of the boy, curled up close to his side with his stuffed animals close to his chest. The Knight moved an arm under Remy's legs and another bracing his back as he gently lifted him up.
He stood up slowly, every move careful not to wake the sleeping boy. Rex changed him into clean pajamas before tucking him gently into the other bed, being sure to keep his stuff animals close to him.
Remy didn't so much as twitch when Rex picked him up. He was out, exhausted by a long, busy day willed with excitement and running around. He sighed in his sleep.
It wasn't a perfect full moon anymore, but the moon was still close enough to full that, in the light from the window, the wings were back. Maybe it was a good thing Remy was passed out, considering how stressed they made him last time.
Rex noticed the wings again and gently grazed his fingers against the face of the wings. He knew Remy might stress if he woke and saw them. So, to prevent a panic, Rex ran his hand over the wings to make them invisible once again. He would have to research exactly what Remy was, but for now Rex would just let him sleep.
The knight sat at the small table by the window, a thick tome in his hands whilst having a radio playing quiet music. He read through the tome for a few hours, occasionally glancing at the sleeping boy.
Remy didn't hardly move beyond his slow breathing, only rolling over a few times. He made a soft sound when Rex touched his wings, but didn't wake. By the time the sun rose, a small puddle of drool formed under his face. Groggily, Remy sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Il fait déjà matin?" he mumbled, still half asleep.
Rex was awake with the sun which was his usual routine. He had a thick tome in his hands as he flicked through the pages, his tattoos glowing across his arms and chest with the same gentle glow of a night light.
He glanced over to Remy when he heard him stirring. Rex hummed quietly and waved his hand, his fingertips glowing as he moved a tray of breakfast towards the boy. The tray rested on the nightstand to avoid anything spilling.
The display of magic made Remy grin, and he immediately sat up. "Y'sure can do lotsa stuff wit' yer magic," he said, amazed.
His eyes darted from the tray to Rex, then back again. Deciding that it looked normal enough, Remy tucked in enthusiastically. "Merci!" He kicked his feet as he ate, stuffed animal tucked under one arm.
Rex chuckled. "It took a lot of practice, so I like to show it off a little." He teased a little before turnung back to his book. "You're welcome, little one. Enjoy it." He said whilst letting little cyan wisps circle his hands.
Remy paused mid-bite to stare at the wisps, jaw agape. "De fifolet?" He stared, food momentarily forgotten in favor of the display of magic.
Rex chuckled softly. He looked at the wisps and turned them into a herd of cyan horses that galloped around Remy before disappearing into the ceiling, leaving behind a mist on the ceiling which appeared like stars on the night sky.
"Woah!" Remy stared. Growing up in a clan of superstitious Cajuns, he'd always heard about magic, but it was much different seeing Rex use it so easily. Even Tante Mattie's hoodoo wasn't like this.
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Remy didn't open them at first. "Ain't wha' mos' people t'ink. Le diable blanc." He spat the name out, hate and disgust lacing his voice. "Dem de reason why Remy.. why I's go' left."
But he did eventually open them, keeping his gaze firmly at the ceiling and not Rex's face. He didn't want to see his expression. "Dey're from de Devil."
While Rex was distracted by the bag, Remy stuck another sticker on him, this time to his hand, with a giggle.
He jumped excitedly, and reached for a set. "Dese 'uns! I like de fishes, dey're silly."
Rex laughed a little as the sticker was stuck to his hand. He left it where it was before glancing at the set Remy had chosen. "Those ones look like an excellent choice, little one."
He lifted Remy over his shoulder and tickled his sides, just messing around as he carried him to his side of the room. Remy's new plush toys neatly sat by his pillow.
"You even have some new friends with you tonight, huh?"
Remy shrieked with laughter, squirming as Rex hauled him around. Jean-Luc had never done that before. He bounced on the bed as he was set down. "Again?"
"Ouis, dey gonna stay up here wit' me." Patting both the cat and the gator, he looked up at the knight. "..Iffen dat's okay?"
"Of course they can stay there. They are yours, so they can stay wherever you want them to stay." Rex told Remy before lifting him over his shoulder again with a half a laugh.
Rex tickled Remy's sides again. "It would appear you are very ticklish, my little friend." Rex chuckled before carefully hanging the boy upside down, playfully of course.
He kicked, laughing. "Ain't ticklish!" Remy shouted, although his shrieks of joy said otherwise.
Remy let his arms dangle once Rex flipped him upside down and heaved a dramatic sigh that quickly dissolved into giggles. He pretended to swat at the knight's hands, although he didn't want him to stop. This was fun and new and he liked it.
"Oh, I don't know about that." Rex teased and turned Remy the right way up again. He gently tossed the boy into the pile of pillows on his bed, watching him. His laughter was like music to Rex, a music he didn't think he'd ever have the privilege of listening to.
Rex smiled at Remy and playfully grabbed at his ankles, tickling the soles of his feet. He was just happy to play with a boy who clearly didn't get play often, especially with their caregiver.
Remy couldn't stop laughing. He rolled over, taking the blankets with him and essentially forming a cocoon. "Non! Ain't ticklish!" The boy insisted, despite the evidence that the contrary was true.
Honestly, Remy was having a blast. Denying he was ticklish turned into part of the game and he took that very seriously. Or, well, as seriously as any seven-ish year old boy who was being hauled around and tickled could.
Rex laughed when the boy wrapped himself in blankets. "Now, this feels like cheating, don't you think?" He teased before poking at the blankets. "You've created a shield I can possibly break through." He added in that playful seriousness he did so well.
This was also part of the game. Rex was having as much fun as Remy was since he was seeing flashes of a life could have had hundreds of years ago, but had never been brave enough to pursue for fear of hurting himself.
Under the blanket burrito, Remy squirmed and giggled. He poked his face through a gap in the covers to stick his tongue out at Rex gleefully.
He pulled his feet into the blankets. "Lookit, I'm a worm," Remy announced with a grin. He wiggled as if to prove his point.
Rex laughed and scooped up the boy swaddled in blankets. "A very wiggly worm at that." He smiled and held Remy close for a second. "Now, I say we wind down a little. Can't go using all your energy in one go can you?" He smiled before setting Remy down again.
Rex's phone began to ring and he raised an eyebrow. "I'll be back in a second." He told Remy before stepping outside the hotel room to answer this mysterious phone call. Little did he know Jean-Luc had managed to get Rex's number.
Remy heaved a dramatic sigh, not quite ready to stop. But he obeyed, calming down. He watched as Rex left, then wiggled out of the blanket cocoon to straighten the covers, and find his stuffed animals.
There was silence on the other end for a moment. "Wha' you t'ink yer doin'? Keepin' de boy from his family like dat, couillon?" Same accent as Remy, but deeper, older.
Rex straightened up a little, not intimidated by the voice on the other end. "Families don't tend to try and drag people back home when they don't wanna go." Rex stated, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Besides, if you were truly desperate for the boy, you'd come yourself. Stop sending your lackies to do the heavy lifting." He added, his voice sharp but calm.
Rex glanced to the hotel door, hearing Remy's giggles behind it as the boy had found his stuffed animals. "If you'd been paying attention, you'd notice the boy is being targeted." Rex explained, referring to the cloaked individuals who had tried to snatch Remy. "He's safer with me."
"Remy's no' very old, he shouldn't be runnin' off fer days alone." Jean-Luc replied. "I'd get him meself, bu' I ain't in town. Got.. business I can' leave." His voice was equally as calm, and steely.
There was a long, heavy pause. "Remy always been targeted, his eyes don't exactly make him fit in. Le diable blanc, folks like t'call him. De white devil. Who's it dis time? Dose boys he tries to play wit' in de bayou? Somebody who t'inks he's de key t' whatever ritual dey wanna do?"
In the room, Remy made the stuffed animals leap around the bed, using the pillows and bunched-up blankets as obstacles. He laughed again as he dropped one and had to scramble off to retrieve it.
Rex remained calm, stood like a fortress wall that would protect that boy at all costs. "He isn't alone. He's with me and I am older than the very city you call home." Rex stated firmly. "So, he's safe."
Rex took a couple of paces, just circling the hallway a little. "These people are called The Cloaked. They are a lot darker than some kids runnin' around amongst the alligators." Rex stated. "So, either you and I can talk man to man or you can continue to send your boys to come try take the boy." He added firmly.
"But, let's get one thing straight. That boy isn't leaving my sight. I don't care if I have to topple your little guild to do it." Rex said firmly.
Silence on the line. "De Cloaked. Sounds like another cult. Wha' do dey want wit' Remy? Or do y'even know?" There was a scratching sound, like pen against paper. Jean-Luc was making a note of something.
He sighed. "Dis guild is older den you tink. So are most o' us. It'll take a bit more den a rich knight t'undo it." Jean-Luc's voice lowered. "I don' know wha' yer playin' at, bu' if you t'ink you can keep dat boy from his family, den yer mistaken. Dis guild has ties t'place y'can only dream of."
Rex clenched his free fist before taking a breath. "Family is a strong word for what you've got." He stated. "Family doesn't usually come with strings stipulated by how much you're able to steal." Rex added before glancing back at the door of the hotel.
"The Cloaked want him for their own gain. They see a power source, but I suppose you already know how that feels cause that's what you see." Rex spat angrily, a heat behind his words. "The boy stays with me." He said with a finality before hanging up.
When he returned to the room, he noticed Remy playing on the bed with his plushies. The Knight leaned against the closed door, watching for a quiet moment. He just took in the moment.
Remy was talking to himself quietly, putting on rather ridiculous accents for both the gator and the cat. It was a simple game.
"Why de cow cross de road? 'Cause de chicken was tired," The cat said. The gator responded with an exaggerated growl and Remy mushed the stuffed toys together.
Rex let a smile creep onto his face before locking the hotel room for the night. He hummed to himself and looked at Remy. "I see your cat has a sense of humour." He joked as he sat down on the bed with the boy.
"I say we get them down for bed, huh?" Rex suggested as he twisted his body slightly and pulled the blankets back for Remy to climb into bed. Rex wasn't sure he'd be able to sleep after that phone call, but he wouldn't worry Remy.
"Dey ain't very good jokes. Dat's why M'sur Gator bittin' her." Remy said with a straight face.
Remy pouted at the suggestion of sleep. "I ain't tiiired," he whined, moving away from the middle of the bed. He flopped half of the side with a dramatic sigh.
Rex laughed softly at the boy's antics and shook his head. "Well, I suppose if you're not tired, we could watch some movies?" He suggested, pointing to the small collection of movies that had come from the room.
"I'll even let you pick." Rex mentioned, nudging him towards the small stack of movies. Rex wasn't sure Remy had ever seen a movie before, but he was happy to introduce him to a few. All kid friendly of course.
Remy perked up at that. "Movie?" He slid the rest of the way off the bed, twisting to land on his knees. Perusing the stack carefully, he considered his choices with an intense look of focus.
Finally, he selected one. "Dis one?"
Rex took the movie in his hands, humming as he admired what he picked. "Aristocats? I'm sensing a theme with you." He chuckled, patting the top of his head.
He set up the movie and let Remy get settled for the night before turning on the movie for the boy. Rex took out a book, a rather thick book with a language no one else could read anymore.
"..I like cats," Remy protested, although he didn't stay grumpy for long. He sat for a moment, then shuffled over to where Rex was.
Leaning against the knight, Remy got absorbed in the movie quickly. O'Malley quickly became his favorite character, and he wiggled each time the orange tom showed up on screen.
Rex glanced down when he felt the small force lean against him. Rex was quietly surprised, but didn't say anything. He simply let Remy become absorbed in the movie whilst lightly draping his arm around the boy's shoulders.
The Knight remained quiet, taking in the old animation and the catchy songs. It had been a long time since Rex just let himself sit and enjoy the quiet domestic moments, most of his days usually spent fighting some evil or another. The same kind of evil tracking Remy.
The boy didn't make it all the way through the movie. Remy fell asleep about halfway, too tired to stay up like he insisted. It wasn't surprising, today had been busy and he wasn't very big.
Remy curled up against him, loosely holding his stuffed animals. He never changed into pajamas.
Rex glanced down at Remy when he didn't hear anything after a while. A smile tugged at his lips at the sight of the boy, curled up close to his side with his stuffed animals close to his chest. The Knight moved an arm under Remy's legs and another bracing his back as he gently lifted him up.
He stood up slowly, every move careful not to wake the sleeping boy. Rex changed him into clean pajamas before tucking him gently into the other bed, being sure to keep his stuff animals close to him.
Remy didn't so much as twitch when Rex picked him up. He was out, exhausted by a long, busy day willed with excitement and running around. He sighed in his sleep.
It wasn't a perfect full moon anymore, but the moon was still close enough to full that, in the light from the window, the wings were back. Maybe it was a good thing Remy was passed out, considering how stressed they made him last time.
Rex noticed the wings again and gently grazed his fingers against the face of the wings. He knew Remy might stress if he woke and saw them. So, to prevent a panic, Rex ran his hand over the wings to make them invisible once again. He would have to research exactly what Remy was, but for now Rex would just let him sleep.
The knight sat at the small table by the window, a thick tome in his hands whilst having a radio playing quiet music. He read through the tome for a few hours, occasionally glancing at the sleeping boy.
Remy didn't hardly move beyond his slow breathing, only rolling over a few times. He made a soft sound when Rex touched his wings, but didn't wake. By the time the sun rose, a small puddle of drool formed under his face. Groggily, Remy sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Il fait déjà matin?" he mumbled, still half asleep.
Rex was awake with the sun which was his usual routine. He had a thick tome in his hands as he flicked through the pages, his tattoos glowing across his arms and chest with the same gentle glow of a night light.
He glanced over to Remy when he heard him stirring. Rex hummed quietly and waved his hand, his fingertips glowing as he moved a tray of breakfast towards the boy. The tray rested on the nightstand to avoid anything spilling.
The display of magic made Remy grin, and he immediately sat up. "Y'sure can do lotsa stuff wit' yer magic," he said, amazed.
His eyes darted from the tray to Rex, then back again. Deciding that it looked normal enough, Remy tucked in enthusiastically. "Merci!" He kicked his feet as he ate, stuffed animal tucked under one arm.
Rex chuckled. "It took a lot of practice, so I like to show it off a little." He teased a little before turnung back to his book. "You're welcome, little one. Enjoy it." He said whilst letting little cyan wisps circle his hands.
Remy paused mid-bite to stare at the wisps, jaw agape. "De fifolet?" He stared, food momentarily forgotten in favor of the display of magic.
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Remy didn't open them at first. "Ain't wha' mos' people t'ink. Le diable blanc." He spat the name out, hate and disgust lacing his voice. "Dem de reason why Remy.. why I's go' left."
But he did eventually open them, keeping his gaze firmly at the ceiling and not Rex's face. He didn't want to see his expression. "Dey're from de Devil."
While Rex was distracted by the bag, Remy stuck another sticker on him, this time to his hand, with a giggle.
He jumped excitedly, and reached for a set. "Dese 'uns! I like de fishes, dey're silly."
Rex laughed a little as the sticker was stuck to his hand. He left it where it was before glancing at the set Remy had chosen. "Those ones look like an excellent choice, little one."
He lifted Remy over his shoulder and tickled his sides, just messing around as he carried him to his side of the room. Remy's new plush toys neatly sat by his pillow.
"You even have some new friends with you tonight, huh?"
Remy shrieked with laughter, squirming as Rex hauled him around. Jean-Luc had never done that before. He bounced on the bed as he was set down. "Again?"
"Ouis, dey gonna stay up here wit' me." Patting both the cat and the gator, he looked up at the knight. "..Iffen dat's okay?"
"Of course they can stay there. They are yours, so they can stay wherever you want them to stay." Rex told Remy before lifting him over his shoulder again with a half a laugh.
Rex tickled Remy's sides again. "It would appear you are very ticklish, my little friend." Rex chuckled before carefully hanging the boy upside down, playfully of course.
He kicked, laughing. "Ain't ticklish!" Remy shouted, although his shrieks of joy said otherwise.
Remy let his arms dangle once Rex flipped him upside down and heaved a dramatic sigh that quickly dissolved into giggles. He pretended to swat at the knight's hands, although he didn't want him to stop. This was fun and new and he liked it.
"Oh, I don't know about that." Rex teased and turned Remy the right way up again. He gently tossed the boy into the pile of pillows on his bed, watching him. His laughter was like music to Rex, a music he didn't think he'd ever have the privilege of listening to.
Rex smiled at Remy and playfully grabbed at his ankles, tickling the soles of his feet. He was just happy to play with a boy who clearly didn't get play often, especially with their caregiver.
Remy couldn't stop laughing. He rolled over, taking the blankets with him and essentially forming a cocoon. "Non! Ain't ticklish!" The boy insisted, despite the evidence that the contrary was true.
Honestly, Remy was having a blast. Denying he was ticklish turned into part of the game and he took that very seriously. Or, well, as seriously as any seven-ish year old boy who was being hauled around and tickled could.
Rex laughed when the boy wrapped himself in blankets. "Now, this feels like cheating, don't you think?" He teased before poking at the blankets. "You've created a shield I can possibly break through." He added in that playful seriousness he did so well.
This was also part of the game. Rex was having as much fun as Remy was since he was seeing flashes of a life could have had hundreds of years ago, but had never been brave enough to pursue for fear of hurting himself.
Under the blanket burrito, Remy squirmed and giggled. He poked his face through a gap in the covers to stick his tongue out at Rex gleefully.
He pulled his feet into the blankets. "Lookit, I'm a worm," Remy announced with a grin. He wiggled as if to prove his point.
Rex laughed and scooped up the boy swaddled in blankets. "A very wiggly worm at that." He smiled and held Remy close for a second. "Now, I say we wind down a little. Can't go using all your energy in one go can you?" He smiled before setting Remy down again.
Rex's phone began to ring and he raised an eyebrow. "I'll be back in a second." He told Remy before stepping outside the hotel room to answer this mysterious phone call. Little did he know Jean-Luc had managed to get Rex's number.
Remy heaved a dramatic sigh, not quite ready to stop. But he obeyed, calming down. He watched as Rex left, then wiggled out of the blanket cocoon to straighten the covers, and find his stuffed animals.
There was silence on the other end for a moment. "Wha' you t'ink yer doin'? Keepin' de boy from his family like dat, couillon?" Same accent as Remy, but deeper, older.
Rex straightened up a little, not intimidated by the voice on the other end. "Families don't tend to try and drag people back home when they don't wanna go." Rex stated, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Besides, if you were truly desperate for the boy, you'd come yourself. Stop sending your lackies to do the heavy lifting." He added, his voice sharp but calm.
Rex glanced to the hotel door, hearing Remy's giggles behind it as the boy had found his stuffed animals. "If you'd been paying attention, you'd notice the boy is being targeted." Rex explained, referring to the cloaked individuals who had tried to snatch Remy. "He's safer with me."
"Remy's no' very old, he shouldn't be runnin' off fer days alone." Jean-Luc replied. "I'd get him meself, bu' I ain't in town. Got.. business I can' leave." His voice was equally as calm, and steely.
There was a long, heavy pause. "Remy always been targeted, his eyes don't exactly make him fit in. Le diable blanc, folks like t'call him. De white devil. Who's it dis time? Dose boys he tries to play wit' in de bayou? Somebody who t'inks he's de key t' whatever ritual dey wanna do?"
In the room, Remy made the stuffed animals leap around the bed, using the pillows and bunched-up blankets as obstacles. He laughed again as he dropped one and had to scramble off to retrieve it.
Rex remained calm, stood like a fortress wall that would protect that boy at all costs. "He isn't alone. He's with me and I am older than the very city you call home." Rex stated firmly. "So, he's safe."
Rex took a couple of paces, just circling the hallway a little. "These people are called The Cloaked. They are a lot darker than some kids runnin' around amongst the alligators." Rex stated. "So, either you and I can talk man to man or you can continue to send your boys to come try take the boy." He added firmly.
"But, let's get one thing straight. That boy isn't leaving my sight. I don't care if I have to topple your little guild to do it." Rex said firmly.
Silence on the line. "De Cloaked. Sounds like another cult. Wha' do dey want wit' Remy? Or do y'even know?" There was a scratching sound, like pen against paper. Jean-Luc was making a note of something.
He sighed. "Dis guild is older den you tink. So are most o' us. It'll take a bit more den a rich knight t'undo it." Jean-Luc's voice lowered. "I don' know wha' yer playin' at, bu' if you t'ink you can keep dat boy from his family, den yer mistaken. Dis guild has ties t'place y'can only dream of."
Rex clenched his free fist before taking a breath. "Family is a strong word for what you've got." He stated. "Family doesn't usually come with strings stipulated by how much you're able to steal." Rex added before glancing back at the door of the hotel.
"The Cloaked want him for their own gain. They see a power source, but I suppose you already know how that feels cause that's what you see." Rex spat angrily, a heat behind his words. "The boy stays with me." He said with a finality before hanging up.
When he returned to the room, he noticed Remy playing on the bed with his plushies. The Knight leaned against the closed door, watching for a quiet moment. He just took in the moment.
Remy was talking to himself quietly, putting on rather ridiculous accents for both the gator and the cat. It was a simple game.
"Why de cow cross de road? 'Cause de chicken was tired," The cat said. The gator responded with an exaggerated growl and Remy mushed the stuffed toys together.
Rex let a smile creep onto his face before locking the hotel room for the night. He hummed to himself and looked at Remy. "I see your cat has a sense of humour." He joked as he sat down on the bed with the boy.
"I say we get them down for bed, huh?" Rex suggested as he twisted his body slightly and pulled the blankets back for Remy to climb into bed. Rex wasn't sure he'd be able to sleep after that phone call, but he wouldn't worry Remy.
"Dey ain't very good jokes. Dat's why M'sur Gator bittin' her." Remy said with a straight face.
Remy pouted at the suggestion of sleep. "I ain't tiiired," he whined, moving away from the middle of the bed. He flopped half of the side with a dramatic sigh.
Rex laughed softly at the boy's antics and shook his head. "Well, I suppose if you're not tired, we could watch some movies?" He suggested, pointing to the small collection of movies that had come from the room.
"I'll even let you pick." Rex mentioned, nudging him towards the small stack of movies. Rex wasn't sure Remy had ever seen a movie before, but he was happy to introduce him to a few. All kid friendly of course.
Remy perked up at that. "Movie?" He slid the rest of the way off the bed, twisting to land on his knees. Perusing the stack carefully, he considered his choices with an intense look of focus.
Finally, he selected one. "Dis one?"
Rex took the movie in his hands, humming as he admired what he picked. "Aristocats? I'm sensing a theme with you." He chuckled, patting the top of his head.
He set up the movie and let Remy get settled for the night before turning on the movie for the boy. Rex took out a book, a rather thick book with a language no one else could read anymore.
"..I like cats," Remy protested, although he didn't stay grumpy for long. He sat for a moment, then shuffled over to where Rex was.
Leaning against the knight, Remy got absorbed in the movie quickly. O'Malley quickly became his favorite character, and he wiggled each time the orange tom showed up on screen.
Rex glanced down when he felt the small force lean against him. Rex was quietly surprised, but didn't say anything. He simply let Remy become absorbed in the movie whilst lightly draping his arm around the boy's shoulders.
The Knight remained quiet, taking in the old animation and the catchy songs. It had been a long time since Rex just let himself sit and enjoy the quiet domestic moments, most of his days usually spent fighting some evil or another. The same kind of evil tracking Remy.
The boy didn't make it all the way through the movie. Remy fell asleep about halfway, too tired to stay up like he insisted. It wasn't surprising, today had been busy and he wasn't very big.
Remy curled up against him, loosely holding his stuffed animals. He never changed into pajamas.
Rex glanced down at Remy when he didn't hear anything after a while. A smile tugged at his lips at the sight of the boy, curled up close to his side with his stuffed animals close to his chest. The Knight moved an arm under Remy's legs and another bracing his back as he gently lifted him up.
He stood up slowly, every move careful not to wake the sleeping boy. Rex changed him into clean pajamas before tucking him gently into the other bed, being sure to keep his stuff animals close to him.
Remy didn't so much as twitch when Rex picked him up. He was out, exhausted by a long, busy day willed with excitement and running around. He sighed in his sleep.
It wasn't a perfect full moon anymore, but the moon was still close enough to full that, in the light from the window, the wings were back. Maybe it was a good thing Remy was passed out, considering how stressed they made him last time.
Rex noticed the wings again and gently grazed his fingers against the face of the wings. He knew Remy might stress if he woke and saw them. So, to prevent a panic, Rex ran his hand over the wings to make them invisible once again. He would have to research exactly what Remy was, but for now Rex would just let him sleep.
The knight sat at the small table by the window, a thick tome in his hands whilst having a radio playing quiet music. He read through the tome for a few hours, occasionally glancing at the sleeping boy.
Remy didn't hardly move beyond his slow breathing, only rolling over a few times. He made a soft sound when Rex touched his wings, but didn't wake. By the time the sun rose, a small puddle of drool formed under his face. Groggily, Remy sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Il fait déjà matin?" he mumbled, still half asleep.
Rex was awake with the sun which was his usual routine. He had a thick tome in his hands as he flicked through the pages, his tattoos glowing across his arms and chest with the same gentle glow of a night light.
He glanced over to Remy when he heard him stirring. Rex hummed quietly and waved his hand, his fingertips glowing as he moved a tray of breakfast towards the boy. The tray rested on the nightstand to avoid anything spilling.
The display of magic made Remy grin, and he immediately sat up. "Y'sure can do lotsa stuff wit' yer magic," he said, amazed.
His eyes darted from the tray to Rex, then back again. Deciding that it looked normal enough, Remy tucked in enthusiastically. "Merci!" He kicked his feet as he ate, stuffed animal tucked under one arm.
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Remy didn't open them at first. "Ain't wha' mos' people t'ink. Le diable blanc." He spat the name out, hate and disgust lacing his voice. "Dem de reason why Remy.. why I's go' left."
But he did eventually open them, keeping his gaze firmly at the ceiling and not Rex's face. He didn't want to see his expression. "Dey're from de Devil."
While Rex was distracted by the bag, Remy stuck another sticker on him, this time to his hand, with a giggle.
He jumped excitedly, and reached for a set. "Dese 'uns! I like de fishes, dey're silly."
Rex laughed a little as the sticker was stuck to his hand. He left it where it was before glancing at the set Remy had chosen. "Those ones look like an excellent choice, little one."
He lifted Remy over his shoulder and tickled his sides, just messing around as he carried him to his side of the room. Remy's new plush toys neatly sat by his pillow.
"You even have some new friends with you tonight, huh?"
Remy shrieked with laughter, squirming as Rex hauled him around. Jean-Luc had never done that before. He bounced on the bed as he was set down. "Again?"
"Ouis, dey gonna stay up here wit' me." Patting both the cat and the gator, he looked up at the knight. "..Iffen dat's okay?"
"Of course they can stay there. They are yours, so they can stay wherever you want them to stay." Rex told Remy before lifting him over his shoulder again with a half a laugh.
Rex tickled Remy's sides again. "It would appear you are very ticklish, my little friend." Rex chuckled before carefully hanging the boy upside down, playfully of course.
He kicked, laughing. "Ain't ticklish!" Remy shouted, although his shrieks of joy said otherwise.
Remy let his arms dangle once Rex flipped him upside down and heaved a dramatic sigh that quickly dissolved into giggles. He pretended to swat at the knight's hands, although he didn't want him to stop. This was fun and new and he liked it.
"Oh, I don't know about that." Rex teased and turned Remy the right way up again. He gently tossed the boy into the pile of pillows on his bed, watching him. His laughter was like music to Rex, a music he didn't think he'd ever have the privilege of listening to.
Rex smiled at Remy and playfully grabbed at his ankles, tickling the soles of his feet. He was just happy to play with a boy who clearly didn't get play often, especially with their caregiver.
Remy couldn't stop laughing. He rolled over, taking the blankets with him and essentially forming a cocoon. "Non! Ain't ticklish!" The boy insisted, despite the evidence that the contrary was true.
Honestly, Remy was having a blast. Denying he was ticklish turned into part of the game and he took that very seriously. Or, well, as seriously as any seven-ish year old boy who was being hauled around and tickled could.
Rex laughed when the boy wrapped himself in blankets. "Now, this feels like cheating, don't you think?" He teased before poking at the blankets. "You've created a shield I can possibly break through." He added in that playful seriousness he did so well.
This was also part of the game. Rex was having as much fun as Remy was since he was seeing flashes of a life could have had hundreds of years ago, but had never been brave enough to pursue for fear of hurting himself.
Under the blanket burrito, Remy squirmed and giggled. He poked his face through a gap in the covers to stick his tongue out at Rex gleefully.
He pulled his feet into the blankets. "Lookit, I'm a worm," Remy announced with a grin. He wiggled as if to prove his point.
Rex laughed and scooped up the boy swaddled in blankets. "A very wiggly worm at that." He smiled and held Remy close for a second. "Now, I say we wind down a little. Can't go using all your energy in one go can you?" He smiled before setting Remy down again.
Rex's phone began to ring and he raised an eyebrow. "I'll be back in a second." He told Remy before stepping outside the hotel room to answer this mysterious phone call. Little did he know Jean-Luc had managed to get Rex's number.
Remy heaved a dramatic sigh, not quite ready to stop. But he obeyed, calming down. He watched as Rex left, then wiggled out of the blanket cocoon to straighten the covers, and find his stuffed animals.
There was silence on the other end for a moment. "Wha' you t'ink yer doin'? Keepin' de boy from his family like dat, couillon?" Same accent as Remy, but deeper, older.
Rex straightened up a little, not intimidated by the voice on the other end. "Families don't tend to try and drag people back home when they don't wanna go." Rex stated, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Besides, if you were truly desperate for the boy, you'd come yourself. Stop sending your lackies to do the heavy lifting." He added, his voice sharp but calm.
Rex glanced to the hotel door, hearing Remy's giggles behind it as the boy had found his stuffed animals. "If you'd been paying attention, you'd notice the boy is being targeted." Rex explained, referring to the cloaked individuals who had tried to snatch Remy. "He's safer with me."
"Remy's no' very old, he shouldn't be runnin' off fer days alone." Jean-Luc replied. "I'd get him meself, bu' I ain't in town. Got.. business I can' leave." His voice was equally as calm, and steely.
There was a long, heavy pause. "Remy always been targeted, his eyes don't exactly make him fit in. Le diable blanc, folks like t'call him. De white devil. Who's it dis time? Dose boys he tries to play wit' in de bayou? Somebody who t'inks he's de key t' whatever ritual dey wanna do?"
In the room, Remy made the stuffed animals leap around the bed, using the pillows and bunched-up blankets as obstacles. He laughed again as he dropped one and had to scramble off to retrieve it.
Rex remained calm, stood like a fortress wall that would protect that boy at all costs. "He isn't alone. He's with me and I am older than the very city you call home." Rex stated firmly. "So, he's safe."
Rex took a couple of paces, just circling the hallway a little. "These people are called The Cloaked. They are a lot darker than some kids runnin' around amongst the alligators." Rex stated. "So, either you and I can talk man to man or you can continue to send your boys to come try take the boy." He added firmly.
"But, let's get one thing straight. That boy isn't leaving my sight. I don't care if I have to topple your little guild to do it." Rex said firmly.
Silence on the line. "De Cloaked. Sounds like another cult. Wha' do dey want wit' Remy? Or do y'even know?" There was a scratching sound, like pen against paper. Jean-Luc was making a note of something.
He sighed. "Dis guild is older den you tink. So are most o' us. It'll take a bit more den a rich knight t'undo it." Jean-Luc's voice lowered. "I don' know wha' yer playin' at, bu' if you t'ink you can keep dat boy from his family, den yer mistaken. Dis guild has ties t'place y'can only dream of."
Rex clenched his free fist before taking a breath. "Family is a strong word for what you've got." He stated. "Family doesn't usually come with strings stipulated by how much you're able to steal." Rex added before glancing back at the door of the hotel.
"The Cloaked want him for their own gain. They see a power source, but I suppose you already know how that feels cause that's what you see." Rex spat angrily, a heat behind his words. "The boy stays with me." He said with a finality before hanging up.
When he returned to the room, he noticed Remy playing on the bed with his plushies. The Knight leaned against the closed door, watching for a quiet moment. He just took in the moment.
Remy was talking to himself quietly, putting on rather ridiculous accents for both the gator and the cat. It was a simple game.
"Why de cow cross de road? 'Cause de chicken was tired," The cat said. The gator responded with an exaggerated growl and Remy mushed the stuffed toys together.
Rex let a smile creep onto his face before locking the hotel room for the night. He hummed to himself and looked at Remy. "I see your cat has a sense of humour." He joked as he sat down on the bed with the boy.
"I say we get them down for bed, huh?" Rex suggested as he twisted his body slightly and pulled the blankets back for Remy to climb into bed. Rex wasn't sure he'd be able to sleep after that phone call, but he wouldn't worry Remy.
"Dey ain't very good jokes. Dat's why M'sur Gator bittin' her." Remy said with a straight face.
Remy pouted at the suggestion of sleep. "I ain't tiiired," he whined, moving away from the middle of the bed. He flopped half of the side with a dramatic sigh.
Rex laughed softly at the boy's antics and shook his head. "Well, I suppose if you're not tired, we could watch some movies?" He suggested, pointing to the small collection of movies that had come from the room.
"I'll even let you pick." Rex mentioned, nudging him towards the small stack of movies. Rex wasn't sure Remy had ever seen a movie before, but he was happy to introduce him to a few. All kid friendly of course.
Remy perked up at that. "Movie?" He slid the rest of the way off the bed, twisting to land on his knees. Perusing the stack carefully, he considered his choices with an intense look of focus.
Finally, he selected one. "Dis one?"
Rex took the movie in his hands, humming as he admired what he picked. "Aristocats? I'm sensing a theme with you." He chuckled, patting the top of his head.
He set up the movie and let Remy get settled for the night before turning on the movie for the boy. Rex took out a book, a rather thick book with a language no one else could read anymore.
"..I like cats," Remy protested, although he didn't stay grumpy for long. He sat for a moment, then shuffled over to where Rex was.
Leaning against the knight, Remy got absorbed in the movie quickly. O'Malley quickly became his favorite character, and he wiggled each time the orange tom showed up on screen.
Rex glanced down when he felt the small force lean against him. Rex was quietly surprised, but didn't say anything. He simply let Remy become absorbed in the movie whilst lightly draping his arm around the boy's shoulders.
The Knight remained quiet, taking in the old animation and the catchy songs. It had been a long time since Rex just let himself sit and enjoy the quiet domestic moments, most of his days usually spent fighting some evil or another. The same kind of evil tracking Remy.
The boy didn't make it all the way through the movie. Remy fell asleep about halfway, too tired to stay up like he insisted. It wasn't surprising, today had been busy and he wasn't very big.
Remy curled up against him, loosely holding his stuffed animals. He never changed into pajamas.
Rex glanced down at Remy when he didn't hear anything after a while. A smile tugged at his lips at the sight of the boy, curled up close to his side with his stuffed animals close to his chest. The Knight moved an arm under Remy's legs and another bracing his back as he gently lifted him up.
He stood up slowly, every move careful not to wake the sleeping boy. Rex changed him into clean pajamas before tucking him gently into the other bed, being sure to keep his stuff animals close to him.
Remy didn't so much as twitch when Rex picked him up. He was out, exhausted by a long, busy day willed with excitement and running around. He sighed in his sleep.
It wasn't a perfect full moon anymore, but the moon was still close enough to full that, in the light from the window, the wings were back. Maybe it was a good thing Remy was passed out, considering how stressed they made him last time.
Rex noticed the wings again and gently grazed his fingers against the face of the wings. He knew Remy might stress if he woke and saw them. So, to prevent a panic, Rex ran his hand over the wings to make them invisible once again. He would have to research exactly what Remy was, but for now Rex would just let him sleep.
The knight sat at the small table by the window, a thick tome in his hands whilst having a radio playing quiet music. He read through the tome for a few hours, occasionally glancing at the sleeping boy.
Remy didn't hardly move beyond his slow breathing, only rolling over a few times. He made a soft sound when Rex touched his wings, but didn't wake. By the time the sun rose, a small puddle of drool formed under his face. Groggily, Remy sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Il fait déjà matin?" he mumbled, still half asleep.
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Remy didn't open them at first. "Ain't wha' mos' people t'ink. Le diable blanc." He spat the name out, hate and disgust lacing his voice. "Dem de reason why Remy.. why I's go' left."
But he did eventually open them, keeping his gaze firmly at the ceiling and not Rex's face. He didn't want to see his expression. "Dey're from de Devil."
While Rex was distracted by the bag, Remy stuck another sticker on him, this time to his hand, with a giggle.
He jumped excitedly, and reached for a set. "Dese 'uns! I like de fishes, dey're silly."
Rex laughed a little as the sticker was stuck to his hand. He left it where it was before glancing at the set Remy had chosen. "Those ones look like an excellent choice, little one."
He lifted Remy over his shoulder and tickled his sides, just messing around as he carried him to his side of the room. Remy's new plush toys neatly sat by his pillow.
"You even have some new friends with you tonight, huh?"
Remy shrieked with laughter, squirming as Rex hauled him around. Jean-Luc had never done that before. He bounced on the bed as he was set down. "Again?"
"Ouis, dey gonna stay up here wit' me." Patting both the cat and the gator, he looked up at the knight. "..Iffen dat's okay?"
"Of course they can stay there. They are yours, so they can stay wherever you want them to stay." Rex told Remy before lifting him over his shoulder again with a half a laugh.
Rex tickled Remy's sides again. "It would appear you are very ticklish, my little friend." Rex chuckled before carefully hanging the boy upside down, playfully of course.
He kicked, laughing. "Ain't ticklish!" Remy shouted, although his shrieks of joy said otherwise.
Remy let his arms dangle once Rex flipped him upside down and heaved a dramatic sigh that quickly dissolved into giggles. He pretended to swat at the knight's hands, although he didn't want him to stop. This was fun and new and he liked it.
"Oh, I don't know about that." Rex teased and turned Remy the right way up again. He gently tossed the boy into the pile of pillows on his bed, watching him. His laughter was like music to Rex, a music he didn't think he'd ever have the privilege of listening to.
Rex smiled at Remy and playfully grabbed at his ankles, tickling the soles of his feet. He was just happy to play with a boy who clearly didn't get play often, especially with their caregiver.
Remy couldn't stop laughing. He rolled over, taking the blankets with him and essentially forming a cocoon. "Non! Ain't ticklish!" The boy insisted, despite the evidence that the contrary was true.
Honestly, Remy was having a blast. Denying he was ticklish turned into part of the game and he took that very seriously. Or, well, as seriously as any seven-ish year old boy who was being hauled around and tickled could.
Rex laughed when the boy wrapped himself in blankets. "Now, this feels like cheating, don't you think?" He teased before poking at the blankets. "You've created a shield I can possibly break through." He added in that playful seriousness he did so well.
This was also part of the game. Rex was having as much fun as Remy was since he was seeing flashes of a life could have had hundreds of years ago, but had never been brave enough to pursue for fear of hurting himself.
Under the blanket burrito, Remy squirmed and giggled. He poked his face through a gap in the covers to stick his tongue out at Rex gleefully.
He pulled his feet into the blankets. "Lookit, I'm a worm," Remy announced with a grin. He wiggled as if to prove his point.
Rex laughed and scooped up the boy swaddled in blankets. "A very wiggly worm at that." He smiled and held Remy close for a second. "Now, I say we wind down a little. Can't go using all your energy in one go can you?" He smiled before setting Remy down again.
Rex's phone began to ring and he raised an eyebrow. "I'll be back in a second." He told Remy before stepping outside the hotel room to answer this mysterious phone call. Little did he know Jean-Luc had managed to get Rex's number.
Remy heaved a dramatic sigh, not quite ready to stop. But he obeyed, calming down. He watched as Rex left, then wiggled out of the blanket cocoon to straighten the covers, and find his stuffed animals.
There was silence on the other end for a moment. "Wha' you t'ink yer doin'? Keepin' de boy from his family like dat, couillon?" Same accent as Remy, but deeper, older.
Rex straightened up a little, not intimidated by the voice on the other end. "Families don't tend to try and drag people back home when they don't wanna go." Rex stated, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Besides, if you were truly desperate for the boy, you'd come yourself. Stop sending your lackies to do the heavy lifting." He added, his voice sharp but calm.
Rex glanced to the hotel door, hearing Remy's giggles behind it as the boy had found his stuffed animals. "If you'd been paying attention, you'd notice the boy is being targeted." Rex explained, referring to the cloaked individuals who had tried to snatch Remy. "He's safer with me."
"Remy's no' very old, he shouldn't be runnin' off fer days alone." Jean-Luc replied. "I'd get him meself, bu' I ain't in town. Got.. business I can' leave." His voice was equally as calm, and steely.
There was a long, heavy pause. "Remy always been targeted, his eyes don't exactly make him fit in. Le diable blanc, folks like t'call him. De white devil. Who's it dis time? Dose boys he tries to play wit' in de bayou? Somebody who t'inks he's de key t' whatever ritual dey wanna do?"
In the room, Remy made the stuffed animals leap around the bed, using the pillows and bunched-up blankets as obstacles. He laughed again as he dropped one and had to scramble off to retrieve it.
Rex remained calm, stood like a fortress wall that would protect that boy at all costs. "He isn't alone. He's with me and I am older than the very city you call home." Rex stated firmly. "So, he's safe."
Rex took a couple of paces, just circling the hallway a little. "These people are called The Cloaked. They are a lot darker than some kids runnin' around amongst the alligators." Rex stated. "So, either you and I can talk man to man or you can continue to send your boys to come try take the boy." He added firmly.
"But, let's get one thing straight. That boy isn't leaving my sight. I don't care if I have to topple your little guild to do it." Rex said firmly.
Silence on the line. "De Cloaked. Sounds like another cult. Wha' do dey want wit' Remy? Or do y'even know?" There was a scratching sound, like pen against paper. Jean-Luc was making a note of something.
He sighed. "Dis guild is older den you tink. So are most o' us. It'll take a bit more den a rich knight t'undo it." Jean-Luc's voice lowered. "I don' know wha' yer playin' at, bu' if you t'ink you can keep dat boy from his family, den yer mistaken. Dis guild has ties t'place y'can only dream of."
Rex clenched his free fist before taking a breath. "Family is a strong word for what you've got." He stated. "Family doesn't usually come with strings stipulated by how much you're able to steal." Rex added before glancing back at the door of the hotel.
"The Cloaked want him for their own gain. They see a power source, but I suppose you already know how that feels cause that's what you see." Rex spat angrily, a heat behind his words. "The boy stays with me." He said with a finality before hanging up.
When he returned to the room, he noticed Remy playing on the bed with his plushies. The Knight leaned against the closed door, watching for a quiet moment. He just took in the moment.
Remy was talking to himself quietly, putting on rather ridiculous accents for both the gator and the cat. It was a simple game.
"Why de cow cross de road? 'Cause de chicken was tired," The cat said. The gator responded with an exaggerated growl and Remy mushed the stuffed toys together.
Rex let a smile creep onto his face before locking the hotel room for the night. He hummed to himself and looked at Remy. "I see your cat has a sense of humour." He joked as he sat down on the bed with the boy.
"I say we get them down for bed, huh?" Rex suggested as he twisted his body slightly and pulled the blankets back for Remy to climb into bed. Rex wasn't sure he'd be able to sleep after that phone call, but he wouldn't worry Remy.
"Dey ain't very good jokes. Dat's why M'sur Gator bittin' her." Remy said with a straight face.
Remy pouted at the suggestion of sleep. "I ain't tiiired," he whined, moving away from the middle of the bed. He flopped half of the side with a dramatic sigh.
Rex laughed softly at the boy's antics and shook his head. "Well, I suppose if you're not tired, we could watch some movies?" He suggested, pointing to the small collection of movies that had come from the room.
"I'll even let you pick." Rex mentioned, nudging him towards the small stack of movies. Rex wasn't sure Remy had ever seen a movie before, but he was happy to introduce him to a few. All kid friendly of course.
Remy perked up at that. "Movie?" He slid the rest of the way off the bed, twisting to land on his knees. Perusing the stack carefully, he considered his choices with an intense look of focus.
Finally, he selected one. "Dis one?"
Rex took the movie in his hands, humming as he admired what he picked. "Aristocats? I'm sensing a theme with you." He chuckled, patting the top of his head.
He set up the movie and let Remy get settled for the night before turning on the movie for the boy. Rex took out a book, a rather thick book with a language no one else could read anymore.
"..I like cats," Remy protested, although he didn't stay grumpy for long. He sat for a moment, then shuffled over to where Rex was.
Leaning against the knight, Remy got absorbed in the movie quickly. O'Malley quickly became his favorite character, and he wiggled each time the orange tom showed up on screen.
Rex glanced down when he felt the small force lean against him. Rex was quietly surprised, but didn't say anything. He simply let Remy become absorbed in the movie whilst lightly draping his arm around the boy's shoulders.
The Knight remained quiet, taking in the old animation and the catchy songs. It had been a long time since Rex just let himself sit and enjoy the quiet domestic moments, most of his days usually spent fighting some evil or another. The same kind of evil tracking Remy.
The boy didn't make it all the way through the movie. Remy fell asleep about halfway, too tired to stay up like he insisted. It wasn't surprising, today had been busy and he wasn't very big.
Remy curled up against him, loosely holding his stuffed animals. He never changed into pajamas.
Rex glanced down at Remy when he didn't hear anything after a while. A smile tugged at his lips at the sight of the boy, curled up close to his side with his stuffed animals close to his chest. The Knight moved an arm under Remy's legs and another bracing his back as he gently lifted him up.
He stood up slowly, every move careful not to wake the sleeping boy. Rex changed him into clean pajamas before tucking him gently into the other bed, being sure to keep his stuff animals close to him.
Remy didn't so much as twitch when Rex picked him up. He was out, exhausted by a long, busy day willed with excitement and running around. He sighed in his sleep.
It wasn't a perfect full moon anymore, but the moon was still close enough to full that, in the light from the window, the wings were back. Maybe it was a good thing Remy was passed out, considering how stressed they made him last time.
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Remy didn't open them at first. "Ain't wha' mos' people t'ink. Le diable blanc." He spat the name out, hate and disgust lacing his voice. "Dem de reason why Remy.. why I's go' left."
But he did eventually open them, keeping his gaze firmly at the ceiling and not Rex's face. He didn't want to see his expression. "Dey're from de Devil."
While Rex was distracted by the bag, Remy stuck another sticker on him, this time to his hand, with a giggle.
He jumped excitedly, and reached for a set. "Dese 'uns! I like de fishes, dey're silly."
Rex laughed a little as the sticker was stuck to his hand. He left it where it was before glancing at the set Remy had chosen. "Those ones look like an excellent choice, little one."
He lifted Remy over his shoulder and tickled his sides, just messing around as he carried him to his side of the room. Remy's new plush toys neatly sat by his pillow.
"You even have some new friends with you tonight, huh?"
Remy shrieked with laughter, squirming as Rex hauled him around. Jean-Luc had never done that before. He bounced on the bed as he was set down. "Again?"
"Ouis, dey gonna stay up here wit' me." Patting both the cat and the gator, he looked up at the knight. "..Iffen dat's okay?"
"Of course they can stay there. They are yours, so they can stay wherever you want them to stay." Rex told Remy before lifting him over his shoulder again with a half a laugh.
Rex tickled Remy's sides again. "It would appear you are very ticklish, my little friend." Rex chuckled before carefully hanging the boy upside down, playfully of course.
He kicked, laughing. "Ain't ticklish!" Remy shouted, although his shrieks of joy said otherwise.
Remy let his arms dangle once Rex flipped him upside down and heaved a dramatic sigh that quickly dissolved into giggles. He pretended to swat at the knight's hands, although he didn't want him to stop. This was fun and new and he liked it.
"Oh, I don't know about that." Rex teased and turned Remy the right way up again. He gently tossed the boy into the pile of pillows on his bed, watching him. His laughter was like music to Rex, a music he didn't think he'd ever have the privilege of listening to.
Rex smiled at Remy and playfully grabbed at his ankles, tickling the soles of his feet. He was just happy to play with a boy who clearly didn't get play often, especially with their caregiver.
Remy couldn't stop laughing. He rolled over, taking the blankets with him and essentially forming a cocoon. "Non! Ain't ticklish!" The boy insisted, despite the evidence that the contrary was true.
Honestly, Remy was having a blast. Denying he was ticklish turned into part of the game and he took that very seriously. Or, well, as seriously as any seven-ish year old boy who was being hauled around and tickled could.
Rex laughed when the boy wrapped himself in blankets. "Now, this feels like cheating, don't you think?" He teased before poking at the blankets. "You've created a shield I can possibly break through." He added in that playful seriousness he did so well.
This was also part of the game. Rex was having as much fun as Remy was since he was seeing flashes of a life could have had hundreds of years ago, but had never been brave enough to pursue for fear of hurting himself.
Under the blanket burrito, Remy squirmed and giggled. He poked his face through a gap in the covers to stick his tongue out at Rex gleefully.
He pulled his feet into the blankets. "Lookit, I'm a worm," Remy announced with a grin. He wiggled as if to prove his point.
Rex laughed and scooped up the boy swaddled in blankets. "A very wiggly worm at that." He smiled and held Remy close for a second. "Now, I say we wind down a little. Can't go using all your energy in one go can you?" He smiled before setting Remy down again.
Rex's phone began to ring and he raised an eyebrow. "I'll be back in a second." He told Remy before stepping outside the hotel room to answer this mysterious phone call. Little did he know Jean-Luc had managed to get Rex's number.
Remy heaved a dramatic sigh, not quite ready to stop. But he obeyed, calming down. He watched as Rex left, then wiggled out of the blanket cocoon to straighten the covers, and find his stuffed animals.
There was silence on the other end for a moment. "Wha' you t'ink yer doin'? Keepin' de boy from his family like dat, couillon?" Same accent as Remy, but deeper, older.
Rex straightened up a little, not intimidated by the voice on the other end. "Families don't tend to try and drag people back home when they don't wanna go." Rex stated, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Besides, if you were truly desperate for the boy, you'd come yourself. Stop sending your lackies to do the heavy lifting." He added, his voice sharp but calm.
Rex glanced to the hotel door, hearing Remy's giggles behind it as the boy had found his stuffed animals. "If you'd been paying attention, you'd notice the boy is being targeted." Rex explained, referring to the cloaked individuals who had tried to snatch Remy. "He's safer with me."
"Remy's no' very old, he shouldn't be runnin' off fer days alone." Jean-Luc replied. "I'd get him meself, bu' I ain't in town. Got.. business I can' leave." His voice was equally as calm, and steely.
There was a long, heavy pause. "Remy always been targeted, his eyes don't exactly make him fit in. Le diable blanc, folks like t'call him. De white devil. Who's it dis time? Dose boys he tries to play wit' in de bayou? Somebody who t'inks he's de key t' whatever ritual dey wanna do?"
In the room, Remy made the stuffed animals leap around the bed, using the pillows and bunched-up blankets as obstacles. He laughed again as he dropped one and had to scramble off to retrieve it.
Rex remained calm, stood like a fortress wall that would protect that boy at all costs. "He isn't alone. He's with me and I am older than the very city you call home." Rex stated firmly. "So, he's safe."
Rex took a couple of paces, just circling the hallway a little. "These people are called The Cloaked. They are a lot darker than some kids runnin' around amongst the alligators." Rex stated. "So, either you and I can talk man to man or you can continue to send your boys to come try take the boy." He added firmly.
"But, let's get one thing straight. That boy isn't leaving my sight. I don't care if I have to topple your little guild to do it." Rex said firmly.
Silence on the line. "De Cloaked. Sounds like another cult. Wha' do dey want wit' Remy? Or do y'even know?" There was a scratching sound, like pen against paper. Jean-Luc was making a note of something.
He sighed. "Dis guild is older den you tink. So are most o' us. It'll take a bit more den a rich knight t'undo it." Jean-Luc's voice lowered. "I don' know wha' yer playin' at, bu' if you t'ink you can keep dat boy from his family, den yer mistaken. Dis guild has ties t'place y'can only dream of."
Rex clenched his free fist before taking a breath. "Family is a strong word for what you've got." He stated. "Family doesn't usually come with strings stipulated by how much you're able to steal." Rex added before glancing back at the door of the hotel.
"The Cloaked want him for their own gain. They see a power source, but I suppose you already know how that feels cause that's what you see." Rex spat angrily, a heat behind his words. "The boy stays with me." He said with a finality before hanging up.
When he returned to the room, he noticed Remy playing on the bed with his plushies. The Knight leaned against the closed door, watching for a quiet moment. He just took in the moment.
Remy was talking to himself quietly, putting on rather ridiculous accents for both the gator and the cat. It was a simple game.
"Why de cow cross de road? 'Cause de chicken was tired," The cat said. The gator responded with an exaggerated growl and Remy mushed the stuffed toys together.
Rex let a smile creep onto his face before locking the hotel room for the night. He hummed to himself and looked at Remy. "I see your cat has a sense of humour." He joked as he sat down on the bed with the boy.
"I say we get them down for bed, huh?" Rex suggested as he twisted his body slightly and pulled the blankets back for Remy to climb into bed. Rex wasn't sure he'd be able to sleep after that phone call, but he wouldn't worry Remy.
"Dey ain't very good jokes. Dat's why M'sur Gator bittin' her." Remy said with a straight face.
Remy pouted at the suggestion of sleep. "I ain't tiiired," he whined, moving away from the middle of the bed. He flopped half of the side with a dramatic sigh.
Rex laughed softly at the boy's antics and shook his head. "Well, I suppose if you're not tired, we could watch some movies?" He suggested, pointing to the small collection of movies that had come from the room.
"I'll even let you pick." Rex mentioned, nudging him towards the small stack of movies. Rex wasn't sure Remy had ever seen a movie before, but he was happy to introduce him to a few. All kid friendly of course.
Remy perked up at that. "Movie?" He slid the rest of the way off the bed, twisting to land on his knees. Perusing the stack carefully, he considered his choices with an intense look of focus.
Finally, he selected one. "Dis one?"
Rex took the movie in his hands, humming as he admired what he picked. "Aristocats? I'm sensing a theme with you." He chuckled, patting the top of his head.
He set up the movie and let Remy get settled for the night before turning on the movie for the boy. Rex took out a book, a rather thick book with a language no one else could read anymore.
"..I like cats," Remy protested, although he didn't stay grumpy for long. He sat for a moment, then shuffled over to where Rex was.
Leaning against the knight, Remy got absorbed in the movie quickly. O'Malley quickly became his favorite character, and he wiggled each time the orange tom showed up on screen.
Rex glanced down when he felt the small force lean against him. Rex was quietly surprised, but didn't say anything. He simply let Remy become absorbed in the movie whilst lightly draping his arm around the boy's shoulders.
The Knight remained quiet, taking in the old animation and the catchy songs. It had been a long time since Rex just let himself sit and enjoy the quiet domestic moments, most of his days usually spent fighting some evil or another. The same kind of evil tracking Remy.
The boy didn't make it all the way through the movie. Remy fell asleep about halfway, too tired to stay up like he insisted. It wasn't surprising, today had been busy and he wasn't very big.
Remy curled up against him, loosely holding his stuffed animals. He never changed into pajamas.
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Remy didn't open them at first. "Ain't wha' mos' people t'ink. Le diable blanc." He spat the name out, hate and disgust lacing his voice. "Dem de reason why Remy.. why I's go' left."
But he did eventually open them, keeping his gaze firmly at the ceiling and not Rex's face. He didn't want to see his expression. "Dey're from de Devil."
While Rex was distracted by the bag, Remy stuck another sticker on him, this time to his hand, with a giggle.
He jumped excitedly, and reached for a set. "Dese 'uns! I like de fishes, dey're silly."
Rex laughed a little as the sticker was stuck to his hand. He left it where it was before glancing at the set Remy had chosen. "Those ones look like an excellent choice, little one."
He lifted Remy over his shoulder and tickled his sides, just messing around as he carried him to his side of the room. Remy's new plush toys neatly sat by his pillow.
"You even have some new friends with you tonight, huh?"
Remy shrieked with laughter, squirming as Rex hauled him around. Jean-Luc had never done that before. He bounced on the bed as he was set down. "Again?"
"Ouis, dey gonna stay up here wit' me." Patting both the cat and the gator, he looked up at the knight. "..Iffen dat's okay?"
"Of course they can stay there. They are yours, so they can stay wherever you want them to stay." Rex told Remy before lifting him over his shoulder again with a half a laugh.
Rex tickled Remy's sides again. "It would appear you are very ticklish, my little friend." Rex chuckled before carefully hanging the boy upside down, playfully of course.
He kicked, laughing. "Ain't ticklish!" Remy shouted, although his shrieks of joy said otherwise.
Remy let his arms dangle once Rex flipped him upside down and heaved a dramatic sigh that quickly dissolved into giggles. He pretended to swat at the knight's hands, although he didn't want him to stop. This was fun and new and he liked it.
"Oh, I don't know about that." Rex teased and turned Remy the right way up again. He gently tossed the boy into the pile of pillows on his bed, watching him. His laughter was like music to Rex, a music he didn't think he'd ever have the privilege of listening to.
Rex smiled at Remy and playfully grabbed at his ankles, tickling the soles of his feet. He was just happy to play with a boy who clearly didn't get play often, especially with their caregiver.
Remy couldn't stop laughing. He rolled over, taking the blankets with him and essentially forming a cocoon. "Non! Ain't ticklish!" The boy insisted, despite the evidence that the contrary was true.
Honestly, Remy was having a blast. Denying he was ticklish turned into part of the game and he took that very seriously. Or, well, as seriously as any seven-ish year old boy who was being hauled around and tickled could.
Rex laughed when the boy wrapped himself in blankets. "Now, this feels like cheating, don't you think?" He teased before poking at the blankets. "You've created a shield I can possibly break through." He added in that playful seriousness he did so well.
This was also part of the game. Rex was having as much fun as Remy was since he was seeing flashes of a life could have had hundreds of years ago, but had never been brave enough to pursue for fear of hurting himself.
Under the blanket burrito, Remy squirmed and giggled. He poked his face through a gap in the covers to stick his tongue out at Rex gleefully.
He pulled his feet into the blankets. "Lookit, I'm a worm," Remy announced with a grin. He wiggled as if to prove his point.
Rex laughed and scooped up the boy swaddled in blankets. "A very wiggly worm at that." He smiled and held Remy close for a second. "Now, I say we wind down a little. Can't go using all your energy in one go can you?" He smiled before setting Remy down again.
Rex's phone began to ring and he raised an eyebrow. "I'll be back in a second." He told Remy before stepping outside the hotel room to answer this mysterious phone call. Little did he know Jean-Luc had managed to get Rex's number.
Remy heaved a dramatic sigh, not quite ready to stop. But he obeyed, calming down. He watched as Rex left, then wiggled out of the blanket cocoon to straighten the covers, and find his stuffed animals.
There was silence on the other end for a moment. "Wha' you t'ink yer doin'? Keepin' de boy from his family like dat, couillon?" Same accent as Remy, but deeper, older.
Rex straightened up a little, not intimidated by the voice on the other end. "Families don't tend to try and drag people back home when they don't wanna go." Rex stated, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Besides, if you were truly desperate for the boy, you'd come yourself. Stop sending your lackies to do the heavy lifting." He added, his voice sharp but calm.
Rex glanced to the hotel door, hearing Remy's giggles behind it as the boy had found his stuffed animals. "If you'd been paying attention, you'd notice the boy is being targeted." Rex explained, referring to the cloaked individuals who had tried to snatch Remy. "He's safer with me."
"Remy's no' very old, he shouldn't be runnin' off fer days alone." Jean-Luc replied. "I'd get him meself, bu' I ain't in town. Got.. business I can' leave." His voice was equally as calm, and steely.
There was a long, heavy pause. "Remy always been targeted, his eyes don't exactly make him fit in. Le diable blanc, folks like t'call him. De white devil. Who's it dis time? Dose boys he tries to play wit' in de bayou? Somebody who t'inks he's de key t' whatever ritual dey wanna do?"
In the room, Remy made the stuffed animals leap around the bed, using the pillows and bunched-up blankets as obstacles. He laughed again as he dropped one and had to scramble off to retrieve it.
Rex remained calm, stood like a fortress wall that would protect that boy at all costs. "He isn't alone. He's with me and I am older than the very city you call home." Rex stated firmly. "So, he's safe."
Rex took a couple of paces, just circling the hallway a little. "These people are called The Cloaked. They are a lot darker than some kids runnin' around amongst the alligators." Rex stated. "So, either you and I can talk man to man or you can continue to send your boys to come try take the boy." He added firmly.
"But, let's get one thing straight. That boy isn't leaving my sight. I don't care if I have to topple your little guild to do it." Rex said firmly.
Silence on the line. "De Cloaked. Sounds like another cult. Wha' do dey want wit' Remy? Or do y'even know?" There was a scratching sound, like pen against paper. Jean-Luc was making a note of something.
He sighed. "Dis guild is older den you tink. So are most o' us. It'll take a bit more den a rich knight t'undo it." Jean-Luc's voice lowered. "I don' know wha' yer playin' at, bu' if you t'ink you can keep dat boy from his family, den yer mistaken. Dis guild has ties t'place y'can only dream of."
Rex clenched his free fist before taking a breath. "Family is a strong word for what you've got." He stated. "Family doesn't usually come with strings stipulated by how much you're able to steal." Rex added before glancing back at the door of the hotel.
"The Cloaked want him for their own gain. They see a power source, but I suppose you already know how that feels cause that's what you see." Rex spat angrily, a heat behind his words. "The boy stays with me." He said with a finality before hanging up.
When he returned to the room, he noticed Remy playing on the bed with his plushies. The Knight leaned against the closed door, watching for a quiet moment. He just took in the moment.
Remy was talking to himself quietly, putting on rather ridiculous accents for both the gator and the cat. It was a simple game.
"Why de cow cross de road? 'Cause de chicken was tired," The cat said. The gator responded with an exaggerated growl and Remy mushed the stuffed toys together.
Rex let a smile creep onto his face before locking the hotel room for the night. He hummed to himself and looked at Remy. "I see your cat has a sense of humour." He joked as he sat down on the bed with the boy.
"I say we get them down for bed, huh?" Rex suggested as he twisted his body slightly and pulled the blankets back for Remy to climb into bed. Rex wasn't sure he'd be able to sleep after that phone call, but he wouldn't worry Remy.
"Dey ain't very good jokes. Dat's why M'sur Gator bittin' her." Remy said with a straight face.
Remy pouted at the suggestion of sleep. "I ain't tiiired," he whined, moving away from the middle of the bed. He flopped half of the side with a dramatic sigh.
Rex laughed softly at the boy's antics and shook his head. "Well, I suppose if you're not tired, we could watch some movies?" He suggested, pointing to the small collection of movies that had come from the room.
"I'll even let you pick." Rex mentioned, nudging him towards the small stack of movies. Rex wasn't sure Remy had ever seen a movie before, but he was happy to introduce him to a few. All kid friendly of course.
Remy perked up at that. "Movie?" He slid the rest of the way off the bed, twisting to land on his knees. Perusing the stack carefully, he considered his choices with an intense look of focus.
Finally, he selected one. "Dis one?"
Rex took the movie in his hands, humming as he admired what he picked. "Aristocats? I'm sensing a theme with you." He chuckled, patting the top of his head.
He set up the movie and let Remy get settled for the night before turning on the movie for the boy. Rex took out a book, a rather thick book with a language no one else could read anymore.
"..I like cats," Remy protested, although he didn't stay grumpy for long. He sat for a moment, then shuffled over to where Rex was.
Leaning against the knight, Remy got absorbed in the movie quickly. O'Malley quickly became his favorite character, and he wiggled each time the orange tom showed up on screen.
I think your eyes are really cool mon ami :3
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Oh... Merci.
Even though I don' agree..
@roanokesilas
Remy didn't open them at first. "Ain't wha' mos' people t'ink. Le diable blanc." He spat the name out, hate and disgust lacing his voice. "Dem de reason why Remy.. why I's go' left."
But he did eventually open them, keeping his gaze firmly at the ceiling and not Rex's face. He didn't want to see his expression. "Dey're from de Devil."
While Rex was distracted by the bag, Remy stuck another sticker on him, this time to his hand, with a giggle.
He jumped excitedly, and reached for a set. "Dese 'uns! I like de fishes, dey're silly."
Rex laughed a little as the sticker was stuck to his hand. He left it where it was before glancing at the set Remy had chosen. "Those ones look like an excellent choice, little one."
He lifted Remy over his shoulder and tickled his sides, just messing around as he carried him to his side of the room. Remy's new plush toys neatly sat by his pillow.
"You even have some new friends with you tonight, huh?"
Remy shrieked with laughter, squirming as Rex hauled him around. Jean-Luc had never done that before. He bounced on the bed as he was set down. "Again?"
"Ouis, dey gonna stay up here wit' me." Patting both the cat and the gator, he looked up at the knight. "..Iffen dat's okay?"
"Of course they can stay there. They are yours, so they can stay wherever you want them to stay." Rex told Remy before lifting him over his shoulder again with a half a laugh.
Rex tickled Remy's sides again. "It would appear you are very ticklish, my little friend." Rex chuckled before carefully hanging the boy upside down, playfully of course.
He kicked, laughing. "Ain't ticklish!" Remy shouted, although his shrieks of joy said otherwise.
Remy let his arms dangle once Rex flipped him upside down and heaved a dramatic sigh that quickly dissolved into giggles. He pretended to swat at the knight's hands, although he didn't want him to stop. This was fun and new and he liked it.
"Oh, I don't know about that." Rex teased and turned Remy the right way up again. He gently tossed the boy into the pile of pillows on his bed, watching him. His laughter was like music to Rex, a music he didn't think he'd ever have the privilege of listening to.
Rex smiled at Remy and playfully grabbed at his ankles, tickling the soles of his feet. He was just happy to play with a boy who clearly didn't get play often, especially with their caregiver.
Remy couldn't stop laughing. He rolled over, taking the blankets with him and essentially forming a cocoon. "Non! Ain't ticklish!" The boy insisted, despite the evidence that the contrary was true.
Honestly, Remy was having a blast. Denying he was ticklish turned into part of the game and he took that very seriously. Or, well, as seriously as any seven-ish year old boy who was being hauled around and tickled could.
Rex laughed when the boy wrapped himself in blankets. "Now, this feels like cheating, don't you think?" He teased before poking at the blankets. "You've created a shield I can possibly break through." He added in that playful seriousness he did so well.
This was also part of the game. Rex was having as much fun as Remy was since he was seeing flashes of a life could have had hundreds of years ago, but had never been brave enough to pursue for fear of hurting himself.
Under the blanket burrito, Remy squirmed and giggled. He poked his face through a gap in the covers to stick his tongue out at Rex gleefully.
He pulled his feet into the blankets. "Lookit, I'm a worm," Remy announced with a grin. He wiggled as if to prove his point.
Rex laughed and scooped up the boy swaddled in blankets. "A very wiggly worm at that." He smiled and held Remy close for a second. "Now, I say we wind down a little. Can't go using all your energy in one go can you?" He smiled before setting Remy down again.
Rex's phone began to ring and he raised an eyebrow. "I'll be back in a second." He told Remy before stepping outside the hotel room to answer this mysterious phone call. Little did he know Jean-Luc had managed to get Rex's number.
Remy heaved a dramatic sigh, not quite ready to stop. But he obeyed, calming down. He watched as Rex left, then wiggled out of the blanket cocoon to straighten the covers, and find his stuffed animals.
There was silence on the other end for a moment. "Wha' you t'ink yer doin'? Keepin' de boy from his family like dat, couillon?" Same accent as Remy, but deeper, older.
Rex straightened up a little, not intimidated by the voice on the other end. "Families don't tend to try and drag people back home when they don't wanna go." Rex stated, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Besides, if you were truly desperate for the boy, you'd come yourself. Stop sending your lackies to do the heavy lifting." He added, his voice sharp but calm.
Rex glanced to the hotel door, hearing Remy's giggles behind it as the boy had found his stuffed animals. "If you'd been paying attention, you'd notice the boy is being targeted." Rex explained, referring to the cloaked individuals who had tried to snatch Remy. "He's safer with me."
"Remy's no' very old, he shouldn't be runnin' off fer days alone." Jean-Luc replied. "I'd get him meself, bu' I ain't in town. Got.. business I can' leave." His voice was equally as calm, and steely.
There was a long, heavy pause. "Remy always been targeted, his eyes don't exactly make him fit in. Le diable blanc, folks like t'call him. De white devil. Who's it dis time? Dose boys he tries to play wit' in de bayou? Somebody who t'inks he's de key t' whatever ritual dey wanna do?"
In the room, Remy made the stuffed animals leap around the bed, using the pillows and bunched-up blankets as obstacles. He laughed again as he dropped one and had to scramble off to retrieve it.
Rex remained calm, stood like a fortress wall that would protect that boy at all costs. "He isn't alone. He's with me and I am older than the very city you call home." Rex stated firmly. "So, he's safe."
Rex took a couple of paces, just circling the hallway a little. "These people are called The Cloaked. They are a lot darker than some kids runnin' around amongst the alligators." Rex stated. "So, either you and I can talk man to man or you can continue to send your boys to come try take the boy." He added firmly.
"But, let's get one thing straight. That boy isn't leaving my sight. I don't care if I have to topple your little guild to do it." Rex said firmly.
Silence on the line. "De Cloaked. Sounds like another cult. Wha' do dey want wit' Remy? Or do y'even know?" There was a scratching sound, like pen against paper. Jean-Luc was making a note of something.
He sighed. "Dis guild is older den you tink. So are most o' us. It'll take a bit more den a rich knight t'undo it." Jean-Luc's voice lowered. "I don' know wha' yer playin' at, bu' if you t'ink you can keep dat boy from his family, den yer mistaken. Dis guild has ties t'place y'can only dream of."
Rex clenched his free fist before taking a breath. "Family is a strong word for what you've got." He stated. "Family doesn't usually come with strings stipulated by how much you're able to steal." Rex added before glancing back at the door of the hotel.
"The Cloaked want him for their own gain. They see a power source, but I suppose you already know how that feels cause that's what you see." Rex spat angrily, a heat behind his words. "The boy stays with me." He said with a finality before hanging up.
When he returned to the room, he noticed Remy playing on the bed with his plushies. The Knight leaned against the closed door, watching for a quiet moment. He just took in the moment.
Remy was talking to himself quietly, putting on rather ridiculous accents for both the gator and the cat. It was a simple game.
"Why de cow cross de road? 'Cause de chicken was tired," The cat said. The gator responded with an exaggerated growl and Remy mushed the stuffed toys together.
Rex let a smile creep onto his face before locking the hotel room for the night. He hummed to himself and looked at Remy. "I see your cat has a sense of humour." He joked as he sat down on the bed with the boy.
"I say we get them down for bed, huh?" Rex suggested as he twisted his body slightly and pulled the blankets back for Remy to climb into bed. Rex wasn't sure he'd be able to sleep after that phone call, but he wouldn't worry Remy.
"Dey ain't very good jokes. Dat's why M'sur Gator bittin' her." Remy said with a straight face.
Remy pouted at the suggestion of sleep. "I ain't tiiired," he whined, moving away from the middle of the bed. He flopped half of the side with a dramatic sigh.
Rex laughed softly at the boy's antics and shook his head. "Well, I suppose if you're not tired, we could watch some movies?" He suggested, pointing to the small collection of movies that had come from the room.
"I'll even let you pick." Rex mentioned, nudging him towards the small stack of movies. Rex wasn't sure Remy had ever seen a movie before, but he was happy to introduce him to a few. All kid friendly of course.
Remy perked up at that. "Movie?" He slid the rest of the way off the bed, twisting to land on his knees. Perusing the stack carefully, he considered his choices with an intense look of focus.
Finally, he selected one. "Dis one?"
