Title: The Trouble With Getting Married Pt. Ð
Chapter 1: What Memories We Have
{DISCLAIMER}: I own nothing...Nada!!! Don't sue me!!!
Author's Note: This is my continuation of my one chap fic "The Trouble With Getting Married". Please review, even if you don't like it...I just love reviewers....HeHe O_o Now on with the story...a la modé... don't ask always wanted to say that...HeHe O_o... AHHHH...ummm...I fixed some of the mistakes I had MUCH APOLOGIES for them. So SORRY!! (
Two months had passed, two months since their hearts were broken, two months since that faithful night, two months since she had given up hope...in everything. Ever since Jean-Luc had fought with Remy, and not given them his blessings, Rogue had given up on her dreams. The glow that had appeared around and inside of her the moment Remy had proposed to her was no longer there anymore. She seemed empty, like there was nothing inside of her. She felt like she had no thought for anything, no feelings left inside of her to be felt. Everyone could tell just by looking at her that she was vacant no one resided in her. She looked as if she was a zombie wandering, looking for something and yet looking for nothing, wanting to find something and yet wanting to find nothing.
*I am exploring the inside, I find it desolate
I do implore these confines, now, as they penetrate, "recreate me"
I'm hovering throughout time, I crumble in these days
I crumble, I cannot, I cannot find reflection in these days*
As much as she wanted to believe that everything was going to be fine, she new that even if they were to go through with the wedding there were going to be much more problems. She wasn't thinking about ordinary wedding problems, like flowers or seat arrangements, or not enough food or enough space, but she was thinking a long the lines of mutant problems and Guild problems. Remy had promised to take care of everything if she wanted, but she couldn't let him do that, the brides were the ones to plan weddings, and she wanted to plan her own wedding. Like every other girl, Rogue at one point in her life had dreamt of a dream wedding, however the only time she had thought about it was the moment she had meet Remy. She smiled at the memory of when she had first laid eyes on him; he had almost blown her hand off. Then she thought of their whole "love story" as some may call it, and thought if this had been a movie then there were more problems to come, and some how the hero, Remy, and the heroine, Rogue, would end up together. At that very moment her knight in shinning armor walked in.
*(If you listen) Listen, listen
(Listen close) Beat by beat
(You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
(When it broke) And ground them all to dust *
"Mon chére. You leave me wounded."
"Huh?" Rogue seemed a little spaced out. She had forgotten that they were to attend a ball, and she had just spent the last three hours trying to look perfect for Remy.
"Oh sorry just spaced out a bit." She said while sauntering over to him and placing her arms around his neck, so gently that he would not have noticed them there if it were not for the warmth they radiated off onto the back of his neck. "I didn't mean to wound you, I'll go change if you'd like?" She said while gazing into his eyes with her own puppy eyes.
"Non chére I love it, and it wouldn't matter if you were wearing something else you would still wound me." He replied while winking at her, "Plus we don't have enough time for you to change...*again*."
"You think you're so funny, non? Well I guess I'm going to have to show you better non?"
"Oh but I haven't been a bad boy...yet."
~*~*~*~
It had been two hours since they had gotten to the ball. It had been two hours since they had meet and chatted with everyone at the ball. It had been two hours since they had stepped onto the dance floor and haven't left yet. It had been two hours since he had last thought about his predicament. It seemed that lately his "bad news" was coming in twos, it has been two months since he proposed to Rogue and got into a fight with his father, and it had been two weeks since he had fought with his brother, Henry.
* I am destroyed by the inside, I disassociate
I hope to destroy the outside, it will alleviate and elevate me
Like water flowing into lungs, I'm flowing through these days
As morphine tears through deadened veins, I'm numbing in these days
So...*
~*~FLASHBACK~*~
One whole month and two whole weeks, that was the only thing going through Remy's head that whole day. One month and two weeks ago Remy had fought with Jean-Luc about his engagement to Rogue. He had been trying to get him to change his mind and give them his blessings. There were many arguments between Remy and Jean-Luc, and Remy and Rogue, however there were no arguments that had caused a drift between the happy couple but there was a change in Rogue.
Ever since that day when Jean-Luc had told Remy the truth, Rogue had not been the same. She no longer glowed and no longer smiled, as often, only when she needed to so no one would question her about herself. It was as if she had returned to her old self, to the person who hide behind a façade, he didn't want her to retreat especially not from him, but she was and there was nothing he could do. He spent the last month and two weeks trying to make her happy again, yet he was unable to succeed. At that very moment Henry had walked in.
"Mon frère, you look like someone just dug your own grave right in front of your eyes and laid you in it."
"Just thinking."
"A penny for your thoughts."
"Oh this whole marriage thing, I mean I know Jean-Luc cares a great deal for me, but why can't he let me just have this." Remy looked up at his big brother with the look of a little boy, who had just spent hours crying about something very childish. Henry had never once seen his brother look like that. Everything Remy had ever felt was always hidden behind a façade of happiness. His brother had been selfless his whole life, and now here he was asking for one thing, the one thing he was forbidden to have.
*(If you listen) Listen, listen
(Listen close) Beat by beat
(You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
(When it broke) And ground them all to dust *
"Whatever Jean-Luc is doing is for your own good and the good of the Guild. Sometimes you forget that Jean-Luc doesn't just care for you and me, but has to take responsibility of the whole Guild."
"If the Guild means more to him then I do then why didn't he just...err! I just want to scream."
"I know how you feel. I really do."
"Do you now. Then tell me do you know what it's like to look at Mercy and only see sadness, and not be able to do anything? Do you know what it's like to look at the one you love the most and only see emptiness?? You don't know what I'm feeling, you'll never be able to comprehend the things that are going on inside of me!"
"Wow before you go around biting people's head off, you might want to get your facts straight. I was not allowed to marry Mercy..." Remy cut him off with a cold bitterness in his voice.
"No you weren't until the Guild members decided to look at me as an heir to the Guild throne, if they had not you wouldn't be married to Mercy, and I probably wouldn't have had to marry Belladonna. I would be getting married to Rogue right now."
"You think I had it easy? You think you were the only one who had it rough, please." At that very instant Remy got up and got into Henry's face ready to pulverize him, but instead of hitting Henry he hit the wall behind Henry and marched out of the room in a fit of rage.
~*~END OF FLASHBACK~*~
Remy looked down at the beautiful creature he held in his hands. Ever since they had arrived at the ball he was unable to let her go on her own, he had been by her side. Everywhere she went he would follow her, if need be he would follow her into death it self. Remy had never imagined himself deeply involved with someone or caring for someone as he cared for her so deeply. Every time he looked at his fille she seemed to gain more exquisiteness. Rogue looked up at him with eyes that said she needed to rest.
"Would you like to eat something, mon fille?"
"Would you mind?"
"Of course non."
Together the pair walked over to the buffet table. Rogue grabbed two plates, handing one over to Remy. As they walked down the isle of food she filled his plate, but for her self all she had was a salad. This bothered Remy, he didn't like the idea of his fille being malnourished or anything of that sort. For the past few days Rogue hadn't been eating properly all she would eat was a grapefruit for breakfast, and one salad for lunch and one for dinner. Of course he had tried to get her to eat more but she wouldn't listen to him. One time when he had brought her a big breakfast she had taken it and thrown in the garbage after he had left. He had no more energy in him to try and fight her, he figured that if maybe he backed off she would come around and return to the healthy her.
Rogue saw Remy staring at her through the corner of his eyes. She saw the look of worry in his eyes, she knew what he was thinking about her eating habits at the moment, but they were hers and this was what she wanted. It didn't do much to help settle her mind but it was the only thing she felt she actually had control over. She felt she could no longer control or have a say in anything in her life. There was too much happening that she was unable to focus on one thing without encountering another problem.
~*~ACROSS THE ROOM~*~
He watched her from a far; there was so much in her that had changed. She no longer carried that air of arrogance and vitality, no now she looked as if she were a mannequin. As if she were at the whim and will of everyone and anyone. What had happened to the stubborn, headstrong, vivacious young women he once knew? This place had changed her so much; he regretted everything he had done. Maybe if he hadn't broken her heart he would still be with her, and she wouldn't have deteriorated so much, oh how he wished he could go back in time. He wanted more then anything to undo all the pain he had inflicted on her. All those feelings he had for were being stirred up inside of him, just by watching her sit there in her emerald v-neck gown with a matching shawl draped across her shoulders, and matching emerald gloves that traveled up her arm and stopped just after her elbows. She looked so exquisite, despite her deterioration she managed to send off a vibrant glow. A glow that hid the truth from the world, he knew her all to well to realize that it was just a façade. In an instant her eyes meet his and held in gaze, he knew she didn't recognize him or even realize that she was staring at him, but in that instant all memories came flooding into him, like a damp with it's gates broken.
~*~FLASHBACK~*~
He lay still not wanting to wake her; he just gazed into those enticing emerald eyes. One look into those eyes and he was lost. If she wanted to she could seduce anyone into doing her bidding, she could even make them kill for her, but she would never use this secret power of hers he knew it and she knew it too. Even though she would never do such a thing didn't mean that people wouldn't still fall under their spell, he had and they all knew it, which made his decision even harder to make.
Something had to be done he knew he could no longer go on with this secret in him, although he knew it may cost him her. This secret may tear her away from him and it wasn't what he wanted but if it was what she did then so be it. When he had left for the trip he didn't mean to what he did, he was drunk she reminded him so much of his Rogue. She had even taken to dress as eloquently as his Rogue had. She talked to him with Rouge's southern twang and at that moment all he saw was his Rogue. He just couldn't object to her pleads and longings for him, he was sure it was his Rogue, who else would know things she whispered into his ear.
He couldn't take the guilt, it was just too much for him to handle. He needed to tell Rogue what had happened that night, he felt too disgusted with himself with what he had done, and know he was able to lie in her arms, he disgusted himself. How was he going to tell Rogue he wasn't faithful? It was going to damage her more then anything, he couldn't bear to be the one thing that wounded her the most.
* I know what died that night, it can never be brought back to life
Once again, I know
I know I died that night and I'll never be brought back to life
Once again, I know *
~*~END FLASHBACK~*~
Oh if only he could go back to that night undo what he had done, not make the same mistake again, he would. If that day had never happened, or if he had never told her of that night, then she wouldn't be here, she wouldn't be so fazed. He would still see that glint of pride in her eyes, who knew that one night had had such an effect? He couldn't stand just sitting here watching her in silence, he needed to go to her, to sooth her, ease her pain. He wanted her to let him in like she had let no one in.
He knew after their brake up she had meet Gambit. They were friends at first all four of them, Gambit, Rogue, himself, and her. After a while Rogue had become distant from him and closer to Gambit. There was no one for him to turn to, but the seductress who had driven his Rogue away from him, and so he did, he turned to her. He had even proposed to her, but broke the engagement off after Rogue had left with Remy to travel. Something had left with her that day and he knew that marrying someone who wasn't Rogue wasn't what his heart wanted. Now all he could think of was getting his heart back, and at any cost. Slowly but gingerly he got up and sauntered over to Rogue, gazing at her intently.
*(If you listen) Listen, listen
(Listen close) Beat by beat
(You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
(When it broke) And ground them all to dust
So...*
~*~ACROSS THE ROOM~*~
Rogue had to look up from her plate, she could feel them piercing through her. She hadn't felt that in a long time, every since she had left the Xavier Institute For Gifted Youngsters, such as herself. The only time she had felt them was when she was asleep in her room alone. Every night they came to her bedroom and would watch her, hidden in the corner of her room cloaked by the darkness. She had never found out who it was but she had her guesses. Those very eyes had left her alone when she had started to get visits from Remy at night. Part of her was glad they were gone, but part of her had missed her silent watcher, they had made her feel safer. She then gained Remy as her keeper, as her watchful eyes. He had spent many nights in her room when no one knew; even though he would lie to her she knew he would spend all night laying in her arms just watching her sleep. She had at first tried to persuade him into sleeping but soon gave up; it made her feel safe, safer then when those mysterious pairs of eyes watched her.
Snapping out of her trance of thoughts, she had found what she was expecting. Stunned at who it was, even though she thought it might be him, she gasped inwardly with a look of surprised that quickly left so no one would notice. She stood and greeted her old friend and love with her true love and only at her side. As Remy stood she could feel the tension in him, but he was just being him overprotective of her. He was jealous, and she knew it she loved it, it made her even more attracted to him. She knew he didn't want to loose her and he knew he never would, because she never wanted to. He was a good thing for her, may have been the only thing she had ever done right. As she rose from her seat she stretched her gloved hand out towards the gentleman who had wondered all the way across the room to their little table. He took the handshake and gazed into her eyes with apology.
"Hello. What an unexpected...surprise." She said hesitating on that last part. She knew it wasn't a surprise; his visit was anything but good, she knew this, and glared at him with hatred. She hide this with such ease, something she had mastered over the years.
"Yes hello what an unexpected surprise to see you," Remy said quickly stretching his hand out not to shake the gentleman's hand but to remove it from his chére's as fast as possible, "here, in New Orleans, at the New Orleans Ball."
"Hello I had no inkling either of you were going to be here." He lied he knew they would be here. A grand ball in New Orleans and the heir of a Guild not show, now that would be bad, and of course, he would bring an escort. He was going to reject the invitations but after he thought about it, he realized this was a great opportunity. At that moment he had started to plan, to plan away he would get what he wanted, and he was going to get it. There was no doubt that he would not achieve his goal or else he would not be him, well the new Rogue inspired him.
*(If you listen) Listen, listen
(Listen close) Beat by beat
(You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
(When it broke) And ground them all to dust*
A/N: Sorry if my French is messed up used dictionary.com and what I remembered, a bit lazy to check you can correct me if you please. I'll try to update sooner. Sorry....
Chapter 1: What Memories We Have
{DISCLAIMER}: I own nothing...Nada!!! Don't sue me!!!
Author's Note: This is my continuation of my one chap fic "The Trouble With Getting Married". Please review, even if you don't like it...I just love reviewers....HeHe O_o Now on with the story...a la modé... don't ask always wanted to say that...HeHe O_o... AHHHH...ummm...I fixed some of the mistakes I had MUCH APOLOGIES for them. So SORRY!! (
Two months had passed, two months since their hearts were broken, two months since that faithful night, two months since she had given up hope...in everything. Ever since Jean-Luc had fought with Remy, and not given them his blessings, Rogue had given up on her dreams. The glow that had appeared around and inside of her the moment Remy had proposed to her was no longer there anymore. She seemed empty, like there was nothing inside of her. She felt like she had no thought for anything, no feelings left inside of her to be felt. Everyone could tell just by looking at her that she was vacant no one resided in her. She looked as if she was a zombie wandering, looking for something and yet looking for nothing, wanting to find something and yet wanting to find nothing.
*I am exploring the inside, I find it desolate
I do implore these confines, now, as they penetrate, "recreate me"
I'm hovering throughout time, I crumble in these days
I crumble, I cannot, I cannot find reflection in these days*
As much as she wanted to believe that everything was going to be fine, she new that even if they were to go through with the wedding there were going to be much more problems. She wasn't thinking about ordinary wedding problems, like flowers or seat arrangements, or not enough food or enough space, but she was thinking a long the lines of mutant problems and Guild problems. Remy had promised to take care of everything if she wanted, but she couldn't let him do that, the brides were the ones to plan weddings, and she wanted to plan her own wedding. Like every other girl, Rogue at one point in her life had dreamt of a dream wedding, however the only time she had thought about it was the moment she had meet Remy. She smiled at the memory of when she had first laid eyes on him; he had almost blown her hand off. Then she thought of their whole "love story" as some may call it, and thought if this had been a movie then there were more problems to come, and some how the hero, Remy, and the heroine, Rogue, would end up together. At that very moment her knight in shinning armor walked in.
*(If you listen) Listen, listen
(Listen close) Beat by beat
(You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
(When it broke) And ground them all to dust *
"Mon chére. You leave me wounded."
"Huh?" Rogue seemed a little spaced out. She had forgotten that they were to attend a ball, and she had just spent the last three hours trying to look perfect for Remy.
"Oh sorry just spaced out a bit." She said while sauntering over to him and placing her arms around his neck, so gently that he would not have noticed them there if it were not for the warmth they radiated off onto the back of his neck. "I didn't mean to wound you, I'll go change if you'd like?" She said while gazing into his eyes with her own puppy eyes.
"Non chére I love it, and it wouldn't matter if you were wearing something else you would still wound me." He replied while winking at her, "Plus we don't have enough time for you to change...*again*."
"You think you're so funny, non? Well I guess I'm going to have to show you better non?"
"Oh but I haven't been a bad boy...yet."
~*~*~*~
It had been two hours since they had gotten to the ball. It had been two hours since they had meet and chatted with everyone at the ball. It had been two hours since they had stepped onto the dance floor and haven't left yet. It had been two hours since he had last thought about his predicament. It seemed that lately his "bad news" was coming in twos, it has been two months since he proposed to Rogue and got into a fight with his father, and it had been two weeks since he had fought with his brother, Henry.
* I am destroyed by the inside, I disassociate
I hope to destroy the outside, it will alleviate and elevate me
Like water flowing into lungs, I'm flowing through these days
As morphine tears through deadened veins, I'm numbing in these days
So...*
~*~FLASHBACK~*~
One whole month and two whole weeks, that was the only thing going through Remy's head that whole day. One month and two weeks ago Remy had fought with Jean-Luc about his engagement to Rogue. He had been trying to get him to change his mind and give them his blessings. There were many arguments between Remy and Jean-Luc, and Remy and Rogue, however there were no arguments that had caused a drift between the happy couple but there was a change in Rogue.
Ever since that day when Jean-Luc had told Remy the truth, Rogue had not been the same. She no longer glowed and no longer smiled, as often, only when she needed to so no one would question her about herself. It was as if she had returned to her old self, to the person who hide behind a façade, he didn't want her to retreat especially not from him, but she was and there was nothing he could do. He spent the last month and two weeks trying to make her happy again, yet he was unable to succeed. At that very moment Henry had walked in.
"Mon frère, you look like someone just dug your own grave right in front of your eyes and laid you in it."
"Just thinking."
"A penny for your thoughts."
"Oh this whole marriage thing, I mean I know Jean-Luc cares a great deal for me, but why can't he let me just have this." Remy looked up at his big brother with the look of a little boy, who had just spent hours crying about something very childish. Henry had never once seen his brother look like that. Everything Remy had ever felt was always hidden behind a façade of happiness. His brother had been selfless his whole life, and now here he was asking for one thing, the one thing he was forbidden to have.
*(If you listen) Listen, listen
(Listen close) Beat by beat
(You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
(When it broke) And ground them all to dust *
"Whatever Jean-Luc is doing is for your own good and the good of the Guild. Sometimes you forget that Jean-Luc doesn't just care for you and me, but has to take responsibility of the whole Guild."
"If the Guild means more to him then I do then why didn't he just...err! I just want to scream."
"I know how you feel. I really do."
"Do you now. Then tell me do you know what it's like to look at Mercy and only see sadness, and not be able to do anything? Do you know what it's like to look at the one you love the most and only see emptiness?? You don't know what I'm feeling, you'll never be able to comprehend the things that are going on inside of me!"
"Wow before you go around biting people's head off, you might want to get your facts straight. I was not allowed to marry Mercy..." Remy cut him off with a cold bitterness in his voice.
"No you weren't until the Guild members decided to look at me as an heir to the Guild throne, if they had not you wouldn't be married to Mercy, and I probably wouldn't have had to marry Belladonna. I would be getting married to Rogue right now."
"You think I had it easy? You think you were the only one who had it rough, please." At that very instant Remy got up and got into Henry's face ready to pulverize him, but instead of hitting Henry he hit the wall behind Henry and marched out of the room in a fit of rage.
~*~END OF FLASHBACK~*~
Remy looked down at the beautiful creature he held in his hands. Ever since they had arrived at the ball he was unable to let her go on her own, he had been by her side. Everywhere she went he would follow her, if need be he would follow her into death it self. Remy had never imagined himself deeply involved with someone or caring for someone as he cared for her so deeply. Every time he looked at his fille she seemed to gain more exquisiteness. Rogue looked up at him with eyes that said she needed to rest.
"Would you like to eat something, mon fille?"
"Would you mind?"
"Of course non."
Together the pair walked over to the buffet table. Rogue grabbed two plates, handing one over to Remy. As they walked down the isle of food she filled his plate, but for her self all she had was a salad. This bothered Remy, he didn't like the idea of his fille being malnourished or anything of that sort. For the past few days Rogue hadn't been eating properly all she would eat was a grapefruit for breakfast, and one salad for lunch and one for dinner. Of course he had tried to get her to eat more but she wouldn't listen to him. One time when he had brought her a big breakfast she had taken it and thrown in the garbage after he had left. He had no more energy in him to try and fight her, he figured that if maybe he backed off she would come around and return to the healthy her.
Rogue saw Remy staring at her through the corner of his eyes. She saw the look of worry in his eyes, she knew what he was thinking about her eating habits at the moment, but they were hers and this was what she wanted. It didn't do much to help settle her mind but it was the only thing she felt she actually had control over. She felt she could no longer control or have a say in anything in her life. There was too much happening that she was unable to focus on one thing without encountering another problem.
~*~ACROSS THE ROOM~*~
He watched her from a far; there was so much in her that had changed. She no longer carried that air of arrogance and vitality, no now she looked as if she were a mannequin. As if she were at the whim and will of everyone and anyone. What had happened to the stubborn, headstrong, vivacious young women he once knew? This place had changed her so much; he regretted everything he had done. Maybe if he hadn't broken her heart he would still be with her, and she wouldn't have deteriorated so much, oh how he wished he could go back in time. He wanted more then anything to undo all the pain he had inflicted on her. All those feelings he had for were being stirred up inside of him, just by watching her sit there in her emerald v-neck gown with a matching shawl draped across her shoulders, and matching emerald gloves that traveled up her arm and stopped just after her elbows. She looked so exquisite, despite her deterioration she managed to send off a vibrant glow. A glow that hid the truth from the world, he knew her all to well to realize that it was just a façade. In an instant her eyes meet his and held in gaze, he knew she didn't recognize him or even realize that she was staring at him, but in that instant all memories came flooding into him, like a damp with it's gates broken.
~*~FLASHBACK~*~
He lay still not wanting to wake her; he just gazed into those enticing emerald eyes. One look into those eyes and he was lost. If she wanted to she could seduce anyone into doing her bidding, she could even make them kill for her, but she would never use this secret power of hers he knew it and she knew it too. Even though she would never do such a thing didn't mean that people wouldn't still fall under their spell, he had and they all knew it, which made his decision even harder to make.
Something had to be done he knew he could no longer go on with this secret in him, although he knew it may cost him her. This secret may tear her away from him and it wasn't what he wanted but if it was what she did then so be it. When he had left for the trip he didn't mean to what he did, he was drunk she reminded him so much of his Rogue. She had even taken to dress as eloquently as his Rogue had. She talked to him with Rouge's southern twang and at that moment all he saw was his Rogue. He just couldn't object to her pleads and longings for him, he was sure it was his Rogue, who else would know things she whispered into his ear.
He couldn't take the guilt, it was just too much for him to handle. He needed to tell Rogue what had happened that night, he felt too disgusted with himself with what he had done, and know he was able to lie in her arms, he disgusted himself. How was he going to tell Rogue he wasn't faithful? It was going to damage her more then anything, he couldn't bear to be the one thing that wounded her the most.
* I know what died that night, it can never be brought back to life
Once again, I know
I know I died that night and I'll never be brought back to life
Once again, I know *
~*~END FLASHBACK~*~
Oh if only he could go back to that night undo what he had done, not make the same mistake again, he would. If that day had never happened, or if he had never told her of that night, then she wouldn't be here, she wouldn't be so fazed. He would still see that glint of pride in her eyes, who knew that one night had had such an effect? He couldn't stand just sitting here watching her in silence, he needed to go to her, to sooth her, ease her pain. He wanted her to let him in like she had let no one in.
He knew after their brake up she had meet Gambit. They were friends at first all four of them, Gambit, Rogue, himself, and her. After a while Rogue had become distant from him and closer to Gambit. There was no one for him to turn to, but the seductress who had driven his Rogue away from him, and so he did, he turned to her. He had even proposed to her, but broke the engagement off after Rogue had left with Remy to travel. Something had left with her that day and he knew that marrying someone who wasn't Rogue wasn't what his heart wanted. Now all he could think of was getting his heart back, and at any cost. Slowly but gingerly he got up and sauntered over to Rogue, gazing at her intently.
*(If you listen) Listen, listen
(Listen close) Beat by beat
(You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
(When it broke) And ground them all to dust
So...*
~*~ACROSS THE ROOM~*~
Rogue had to look up from her plate, she could feel them piercing through her. She hadn't felt that in a long time, every since she had left the Xavier Institute For Gifted Youngsters, such as herself. The only time she had felt them was when she was asleep in her room alone. Every night they came to her bedroom and would watch her, hidden in the corner of her room cloaked by the darkness. She had never found out who it was but she had her guesses. Those very eyes had left her alone when she had started to get visits from Remy at night. Part of her was glad they were gone, but part of her had missed her silent watcher, they had made her feel safer. She then gained Remy as her keeper, as her watchful eyes. He had spent many nights in her room when no one knew; even though he would lie to her she knew he would spend all night laying in her arms just watching her sleep. She had at first tried to persuade him into sleeping but soon gave up; it made her feel safe, safer then when those mysterious pairs of eyes watched her.
Snapping out of her trance of thoughts, she had found what she was expecting. Stunned at who it was, even though she thought it might be him, she gasped inwardly with a look of surprised that quickly left so no one would notice. She stood and greeted her old friend and love with her true love and only at her side. As Remy stood she could feel the tension in him, but he was just being him overprotective of her. He was jealous, and she knew it she loved it, it made her even more attracted to him. She knew he didn't want to loose her and he knew he never would, because she never wanted to. He was a good thing for her, may have been the only thing she had ever done right. As she rose from her seat she stretched her gloved hand out towards the gentleman who had wondered all the way across the room to their little table. He took the handshake and gazed into her eyes with apology.
"Hello. What an unexpected...surprise." She said hesitating on that last part. She knew it wasn't a surprise; his visit was anything but good, she knew this, and glared at him with hatred. She hide this with such ease, something she had mastered over the years.
"Yes hello what an unexpected surprise to see you," Remy said quickly stretching his hand out not to shake the gentleman's hand but to remove it from his chére's as fast as possible, "here, in New Orleans, at the New Orleans Ball."
"Hello I had no inkling either of you were going to be here." He lied he knew they would be here. A grand ball in New Orleans and the heir of a Guild not show, now that would be bad, and of course, he would bring an escort. He was going to reject the invitations but after he thought about it, he realized this was a great opportunity. At that moment he had started to plan, to plan away he would get what he wanted, and he was going to get it. There was no doubt that he would not achieve his goal or else he would not be him, well the new Rogue inspired him.
*(If you listen) Listen, listen
(Listen close) Beat by beat
(You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
(When it broke) And ground them all to dust*
A/N: Sorry if my French is messed up used dictionary.com and what I remembered, a bit lazy to check you can correct me if you please. I'll try to update sooner. Sorry....