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𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬➣𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬
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Midnight Meetups
@ragin-cadjin
Trying to avoid the squeaky floorboards, Evie snuck through the mansion. When the midnight cravings hit, they hit hard. Tonight was worse, because she was completely out of milk. Granted, it wasn’t world ending, but using water for grits was just… gross… and wrong on so many levels.
Making her way to the main kitchen, she opened the fridge and scanned the shelves.
“Bingo!” She whispered as she spied an unopened jug of whole milk.
Digging into her pocket, she left a five dollar bill in its place along with a note that said, ‘IOU 1 Milk. Sorry! :,(‘
Evie heard a Mmrp and felt a presence against her ankle. Looking down, she saw Lilo, her calico cat, looking up at her with amber eyes.
Lilo also needed milk… but not for grits…
“You make sneaking look easy,” she chuckled as she closed the fridge. “Let’s get back before we get caught.”
There was a soft creak on the hardwood outside the kitchen, and then a decidedly groggy voice drawling. "Oh, evenin'." Remy glanced at the clock on the wall, not even needing to squint in the darkness, before offering up a grin. It was an oddly dramatic change, how quickly his expression went from near dazed to downright friendly. "Or mornin' might be better, yeah? More accurate, 'least." The stranger smiled faintly at his own observation and padded for the sink. His steps were near silent on the tile despite his stature: he must've made that shuffling to let Evie know he was there.
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“I’m afraid of dming them” this “I’m socially anxious/awkward” that
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a kiss on the top of the head.
a kiss to hair.
a kiss on the forehead.
a kiss on the space between eyebrows.
a kiss on the temple.
a kiss on the cheek.
a kiss on the eyelid or the undereye.
a kiss on the nose
a kiss on the ear.
a kiss on that space where jaw connects.
a kiss on the corner of the mouth.
a kiss on the cupid’s bow.
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a kiss above the collarbone.
a kiss along the collarbone.
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"Oh, all the time." Remy's eyes crinkled at the corners as he thought about it. "Snuck out the house and into a Saints practice once with my cousins--had to get stitches after I got caught on the fence. My pops wasn't none too pleased with that. Used to sneak into the rival guild, too, jus' to see--" Here, Remy paused, a furrow forming between his brows. He'd said too much, started to give too much away. It was difficult, walking the fine line between wanting Rogue to know him and the fear of letting himself be known. "Eh, yeah. Livin' with thieves, they teach you all the tricks. I jus' learned to work round 'em."
As close to the vest as Rogue had played stories of her past, hearing one from Gambit was just as rare. She tried to picture a teenage Gambit sneaking around and causing trouble. The picture made it all the more frustrating when he stopped and abruptly closed himself off to her again.
Rogue stopped following behind him and took a moment to summon up some courage before calling out to him. "Remy, wait."
She couldn't take it anymore. The words left unspoken, and this pitiful attempt at pretending they were okay. They needed to clear the air before they got too deep into this assignment.
"Ah know this ain't the best time, but Ah don't know what else to do..." She wrung her hands together nervously as she forced herself to confront this head on. "We can't keep goin' like this. We're both walking on eggshells around each other, and Ah hate it."
In all honesty, she wasn't really sure what she should say to him. What would make either of them feel better in this situation? She was too afraid to make declarations of love. The thought of rejection or hurting either one of them was too much.
"Ah just... want us to be okay."
"I know." With a sigh, Remy raked a hand through his hair, only succeeding in shoving the chestnut strands further into his face. He gave up on the effort and let his hand drop to his side with a grimace. His expression had grown exhausted by the mere mention of the previously unspoken schism. "I'm tired of it too. Ah, garde, chère: anythin' you want to be knowin', I'll tell you." If Remy could look hesitant, he certainly did now. He wasn't used to making himself vulnerable like this, but he'd have to if he wanted to make things alright. They couldn't keep going like this forever.
[ @alwaysxinxtrouble ]
OPEN STARTER - CLINT
"Hey, have you seen my hearing aids?" Not able to hear the sound of his own voice, the archer didn't realize he was shouting in his frantic search of the apartment. Papers were strewn across the floor while couch cushions were everywhere but on the couch, a few chairs knocked over in good measure. Though he had heard none of the racket he had made in the process, his world blanketed in an eerie silence. "Tony is going to kill me if I lost another set..."
At first, Remy thought something must be in their apartment. Returning at the crack of dawn from another mission, he'd tumbled into bed, dead to the world for a while. Clint's shouting had woken him and, snatching his staff from where it leaned against the closet, he booked it into the living room: ready to defend their little home. At the sight of his boyfriend panicking, he was quick to set the staff aside. "'Ey, chou, hold on, you won't find nothin' like dat." Of course, that statement didn't do much good, not when Clint couldn't hear him. He lifted his hands, signing the few phrases he could remember. I'll help, don't freak out.
There had been the attempt to be quiet while he had searched for the hearing aids but with each passing minute, Clint became more frantic and with it he must have grown louder. Though he couldn't hear the sounds he was making, the fact Remy was standing there with his bo-staff in hand ready to fight was a clear indication. "Thanks." Clint huffed with a small nod of his head, calming down already. Remy had that affect on him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I know you got in late. I was trying to be quiet..."
Remy only shook his head at this, offering up one of his usual lopsided grins—if a tired one—and an easygoing wave of his hand. Not the first time he hadn't gotten a full night's sleep, and knowing him, it definitely wouldn't be the last. Tipping his head at the chaos and pausing to think, he added on in sign again. "I'll look." With that, he crouched to start putting papers into piles and straighten up chairs. Man, they really needed to find a better place to put their mission reports than the kitchen, but that was a problem for later.
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Lifting his hands in a placating gesture, he raised his brows, grin crooked as ever. "Alright, alright, I'm leadin'." Remy didn't hesitate, setting off through the trees to the facility. Truth be told, he was faintly sick of facilities and mutant-hunting robots. But oh well, duty calls as they say. Shame it had to only be scouting. He'd been itching for something to happen. "What all would you duck out for anyhow?" He was no stranger to sneaking out, not with his childhood, but Rogue had never volunteered up a story like that. On some level, he appreciated it. Anything to distract from the underlying fact that they weren't talking about the emotional chasm between them.
She hadn't expected him to pay much attention to her little story. Part of her wanted to kick herself for making the comment, but it was so frustratingly easy to let things slip like that around him. They both had their secrets, things they would rather leave in the past to be forgotten, but he made her feel comfortable enough to open up. If she didn't think he would go running for the hills after, she'd tell him everything about her. If she knew he'd tell her the same.
Following closely behind him, she shrugged. "Just about anything and everything. Ah wasn't an easy child, a bit too rebellious. Didn't know when to keep my mouth shut." She huffed out a breath of laughter. "Not much has changed, right?"
"My aunt didn't take disobedience very well. She'd start yelling and Ah'd take off. Eventually, Ah got brave enough to really leave and not look back."
Rogue cleared her throat, trying to clear up how awkward it was to speak about the past. "Did you ever slip out like that, Remy? Ah bet it was a lot harder to do livin' with people who sneak around for work." She asked partially to turn the conversation away from herself, but she also wondered if he would give her a genuine answer. She still felt like she knew so little about him. If a part of his past hadn't tried to come to kill the both of them, she probably didn't know about it.
"Oh, all the time." Remy's eyes crinkled at the corners as he thought about it. "Snuck out the house and into a Saints practice once with my cousins--had to get stitches after I got caught on the fence. My pops wasn't none too pleased with that. Used to sneak into the rival guild, too, jus' to see--" Here, Remy paused, a furrow forming between his brows. He'd said too much, started to give too much away. It was difficult, walking the fine line between wanting Rogue to know him and the fear of letting himself be known. "Eh, yeah. Livin' with thieves, they teach you all the tricks. I jus' learned to work round 'em."
"Long as you don't mind sneakin' round, I can't say I mind havin' you with me, chère." Remy flashed a grin over his shoulder as he made one last check to ensure he had everything. Lockpicks, back up lockpick, cards, an extra deck of cards, his bo staff, miscellaneous odds and ends...That was everything. Reaching up, he nudged a button on the control panel with the side of his fist, the Blackbird's doors sliding open. He gestured for Rogue to exit first with the faintest tilt of his head. Ever the gentleman, even with the tension that'd been brewing between them. "'Sides, this one's good practice, as far as gettin' used to sneakin' goes."
Rogue gave him an amused look as she exited the Blackbird first. Ever the gentleman. Outside in the fresh air, she stretched her arms out and wished she could have just flown here without the jet. Using the Blackbird for one person was probably a waste of fuel, though. "You know, Remy, Ah do have some experience with sneakin'. Maybe not around secret hideouts or anythin', but Ah'd make my aunt madder than a hornet slipping out of the house all the time." She didn't often offer up stories like that, but she could make an exception for some playful banter. Standing in front of him, she placed her hands on her hips and fixed him with a grin. "And as much as Ah love the gentleman act, sugah, you oughta lead the way Mister Master Thief."
Lifting his hands in a placating gesture, he raised his brows, grin crooked as ever. "Alright, alright, I'm leadin'." Remy didn't hesitate, setting off through the trees to the facility. Truth be told, he was faintly sick of facilities and mutant-hunting robots. But oh well, duty calls as they say. Shame it had to only be scouting. He'd been itching for something to happen. "What all would you duck out for anyhow?" He was no stranger to sneaking out, not with his childhood, but Rogue had never volunteered up a story like that. On some level, he appreciated it. Anything to distract from the underlying fact that they weren't talking about the emotional chasm between them.
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"If we're gon' start the morning off with beignets, we gotta make an important decision." Remy was already smiling when he glanced at Anna, settled comfortably in the passenger seat of the rental car. Peering out of the driveway, he shifted the car into drive, pulling out onto the live oak lined avenue outside the house. The idle drumming of his fingers on the steering wheel matched the beat of the R&B song currently playing on the radio. He'd seemed pleased when she'd brought up the idea of taking a vacation in New Orleans, but it was clear being back home was doing him some good. "There's Café du Monde, if you really wanna play tourist. Or I know a few good little shops elsewhere in the Quarter."
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The faintest furrow formed between Remy's brows. If he had it his way, Anna would never have cause to be upset. But this was real life, and they had to play the cards they were dealt. "You'll get it figured out one day. You always do, ma bien-aimée." Still focused on the road, he took one hand off the wheel to offer it to her, palm up.
She wished she had the same faith in herself that Remy had in her. But, she wasn't so optimistic. As far as she knew, this was just the way her powers worked; it had been that way since they first manifested. Why would that change anytime soon? Still, she didn't want to ruin their vacation by feeling sorry for herself. So, she simply forced a small smile and placed her gloved hand in his. It was better to change the subject, to keep things light so as not to ruin their vacation. "So... Have ya decided what cafe we're goin' to?"
"Yeah. There's a little hole in the wall, called Broussard's. Sound alright by you?" Lifting Anna's hand, he pressed a barely-there kiss to the back of it, giving a gentle squeeze before letting go. The car's blinker clicked in time with the radio as he turned off of Basin Street into the beginnings of the Quarter. Remy didn't even blink when someone cut him off in traffic, merging easily and turning into a parking garage. You could take Remy out of New Orleans, but he hadn't forgotten a thing, it seemed.
[ @alwaysxinxtrouble ]
OPEN STARTER - CLINT
"Hey, have you seen my hearing aids?" Not able to hear the sound of his own voice, the archer didn't realize he was shouting in his frantic search of the apartment. Papers were strewn across the floor while couch cushions were everywhere but on the couch, a few chairs knocked over in good measure. Though he had heard none of the racket he had made in the process, his world blanketed in an eerie silence. "Tony is going to kill me if I lost another set..."
At first, Remy thought something must be in their apartment. Returning at the crack of dawn from another mission, he'd tumbled into bed, dead to the world for a while. Clint's shouting had woken him and, snatching his staff from where it leaned against the closet, he booked it into the living room: ready to defend their little home. At the sight of his boyfriend panicking, he was quick to set the staff aside. "'Ey, chou, hold on, you won't find nothin' like dat." Of course, that statement didn't do much good, not when Clint couldn't hear him. He lifted his hands, signing the few phrases he could remember. I'll help, don't freak out.
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"Ah don't get why Ah keep gettin' put on these jobs with you that are all sneakin'," Rogue complained as she prepared to depart the Blackbird with her partner in this endeavor, Gambit.
After making sure the plane was properly hidden, they were supposed to head to a nearby facility that was rumored to be working on a new mutant-hunting robot. People never learned. Their goal was to gather as much intel as they could and report back to the mansion with no one inside catching on to them having been there.
To her, it made perfect sense why Remy was here. This was his thing, after all. Her thing was less stealth and more flying in and punching the bad guys real hard. She wasn't incompetent at other means of doing the whole hero thing, but given that there were at least two people they knew who were trained by ninjas... she wouldn't have been her own first pick to do this.
There was a part of her that felt like the reason could be that someone in charge thought sending them together would create some sort of fix for the tension that existed between them. If that were the case, she really needed to have a talk with their team leaders about meddling in people's personal affairs....
"Can't imagine it's too easy for you having me taggin' along either."
"Long as you don't mind sneakin' round, I can't say I mind havin' you with me, chère." Remy flashed a grin over his shoulder as he made one last check to ensure he had everything. Lockpicks, back up lockpick, cards, an extra deck of cards, his bo staff, miscellaneous odds and ends...That was everything. Reaching up, he nudged a button on the control panel with the side of his fist, the Blackbird's doors sliding open. He gestured for Rogue to exit first with the faintest tilt of his head. Ever the gentleman, even with the tension that'd been brewing between them. "'Sides, this one's good practice, as far as gettin' used to sneakin' goes."
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