seen from Germany
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“ you always say that, and yet we wind up right back here. ” (Azrael)
In the dim light of morning, Rogue felt a pink tint coloring her skin. And not just because of the physical exertion last night, either. She swallowed at Azrael's words and then let out a shuddering sigh. "I mean it...it still feels like we're temptin' fate here. I mean...it's hard to let you touch me and not wince back for fear of hurtin' ya. It's nothin' personal, it's just...what I've trained myself to do."
breathe
Rogue's eyes opened from the nightmare wracking her mind. A cold sweat clung to her back. In the moment, she felt she might scream or cry or both. But that all changed when she felt some very familiar arms wrap around her from behind. Strong arms. Arms that did not feel the sting of her skin bared by her nightgown. Arms that made her want stop trembling so gosh darn much.
"...All I hear are screams..." Rogue tried to explain, her voice hushed and thick with tears in the dark.
