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[eliseintheair]

Straight Answers || Elise & Rogue

Elise sighed as she let her head fall against the heavy wooden door of Ms. Rogue's office. Normally she'd be standing or pacing outside of it as she waited, but she was too tired. The interrogations, the rumors, the snooping, it was all taking its toll. She wasn't meant for this kind of life. She was meant for the kind of life with 8:30 call times,skin-tight sequined suits, and rounds of applause at the end of every night.

Not cold stares and whispers.

She'd never met Ms. Rogue, but she had heard that if you actually wanted some answers without having to watch every word you say she was the one you talk to. Elise just needed to know if this place was still safe, if it was still going to be running, if she needed to make other plans, and she was sick of head games.

Her head perked up as she heard the sound of footsteps down the hall.

[dontnobodytrustgambit-blog]

Better Than the Bayou... Almost | Remy + Rogue

The night was shrouded in a mist, but Remy's red pupils pierced through the white wisps that infiltrated the space between he and Rogue. Other than the light fog, the evening seemed perfect. The Long Island sound glinted with dancing specks of moonlight, dazzling nobody but the clusters of tourists who wandered along the peer with cameras that wouldn't take any good pictures until the sun returned. Staring into the water long enough could bring Remy back to a time where he was still in the heart of Cajun Town, walking the streets of New Orleans.

But tonight was not a night for daydreaming. His focus was Rogue, the woman he cared deeply about so fully it felt like a natural function of his body. It was like seeing the ending to a book from the first page, simply understanding the true meanings while still taking in all the gracious details. It was not love, a rather selfish emotion in Remy's book, it was something else. He couldn't name it, and he didn't need to. Because he felt it for her and knew it completely.

"Pizza for dinnah, Cher? It ain't classy or nothin' but it sha is good." Remy smiled, tilting his head as he looked at her. He took in her thick curls, the white shock of hair near her widow's peak appearing so normal. Subconsciously he believed all people were supposed to have it, a white streak, but somehow-- miraculously maybe-- Rogue had been the only one to represent a person's true appearance. She was the only one in a lot of aspects, to Remy.