The confused frown on her face, the crease between her eyebrows, the scrunched up pout of her purple stained lips- it was really hard to ignore. Not that anything about Rogue was easy to for Remy to just move past. It was a near constant struggle for him to concentrate when she was in a room. Even in the last few days of constant danger and action that had resulted in him joining the "good guys", her being the one to defend him, to save his sorry behind more than once-
Well, he might be on the side of angels today, but that didn't mean he could leave well enough alone. Especially when her apparent cause for confusion was himself.
"Somethin' botherin' you Rogue?" He took a step towards her on the low concrete wall outside the mansion, taking a break from carting the few belongings he had up to his new room. How long it would take for this gig to chafe and he took off was to be determined.
"Why are you dressed like that?" She bluntly accused, pointing a gloved hand at his street clothes.
He took a look down at what he thought was a fairly non-descript layered t-shirt and jeans. Looking back up at her he tilted his head in question.
"The head sock does come off." He smiled ruefully, tugging at the unruly auburn locks threatening to fall into his eyes. "An' I ain't had time to fix my hair yet. Kinda been a worldwind las' couple days, non?"
If anything this had her taken aback, her dark green eyes darting up to the top of his head like she hadn't even noticed, before a poorly hidden smile threatened to blossom across her face.
"You meanin' to tell me you iron your hair?"
"An' you don't?"
She scoffed and scooted over as he joined her on the wall. Just to rile her up more, he spread his legs to force himself further into her space. She just tutted and pulled her legs up, preventing him from getting closer.
"I meant-" Reacing over, and pausing with a flinch, she plucked at one of his spiked bracers. Ah, that's what she was going on about. "-why're you wearing these?"
"Had to pack in a hurry, easier to just wear 'em than have 'em rattlin' around in my duffle." Smirking, and with a considering pause where he was sure she was watching him, he plucked at the thicker leather one around her own wrist. "What? You thought you had the exclusive licence to these?"
A blush threatened to break through the thick layer of powder across her cheeks. "...I just. I don't know what I thought."
"Do ya think I was wearin' them to impress you?"
"NO!"
"...Did it work?"
She shoved him hard enough that he fell off the wall, but at least she was also laughing at him.
you will believe in me / and i can never be ignored
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So, I learnt to draw, back when I was a teenager, from a couple of places...and one of those places was Steven E. Gordon's X-men: Evolution character sheets. I would download them in the school library, print them out, put them in my special little plastic reference folder, then copy them over and over again.
Anyway, anyway, I kept seeing Rogue and Gambit on my dashboard, and I fully blame @nmzuka for that, and like a sleeper agent, the romy shipper in me emerged screaming and crying. Anyway, Rogue wearing Gambit's coat in the future vision of the cancelled Evolution future has haunted me. Because yes. It is very cute. But WHY isn't Gambit wearing it? Is he dead? Did he upgrade? Anyway, these two edgey kids (And yes. I do think Gambit is at MOST 19. He's just prematurely aged from all the shit this universe's Jean-Luc put him through- Look at his goatee and bowl cut combo- that reads over-confident 19 year old to me) should be rocking matching coats on missions.
Negotiations for a relationship with romy in brotherhood gambit au short little idea blurb
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“Don't- don't give me false hope!! Dont pretend to flirt with me!!! You can't want- I can lay you out with a touch! Knock you into next week with a kiss!”
Remy blinks at the explosion. He frowns a little at Rogue.
“I'm not… the flirting is real. If you want it to turn into somethin’, I'm on board. Mais if you don't, we don't have too. Mais I… I dont mind a lack o’ touch, if you promise me your ears in times o’ sorrow. I don't mind lost kisses if’n your heart beats for mine. I would wear million layers if I could get a spitfire like you to look my way.
Id like to get to know you. Kissin’ ain't what you do first dates anyhow. And if it's what you want, I'll find a way to do it for you chere. Even if it means getting knocked into next week a few times.”
She blinks at him and he kneels, making it so she does not have to look up at him. He holds out his hand, palm up and waiting. She hesitates for a second.
“You're not… you're not playin’ with me, right? Cause I'll hurt you if you are!”
“Non. This Cajun not lyin’. Gimme a chance. And back out anytime! I want to see you laugh and smile. You have a lovely smile to go with those storm clouds eyes.”
She flushes bright red but slips her hand onto his.
