***Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men and I don't make money off of my obsessed-fan stories,
so for the love of cheese-and-crackers, don't sue me please!***
She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes...
- She Walks In Beauty, Lord Byron
Remy LeBeau lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to picture her face as he had last seen it. That would be
about ten days ago from today, he thought. He hadn't expected himself to miss her so much, especially since it was only a short
trip down to her birthplace, but he couldn't help that his heart ached every time he thought of her. "Roguey, you'd better come
back to me soon, I just might go crazy before then..." he said out loud.
She would be back in three days. Three days more of that throbbing, hollow pain above his stomach. Three days more
of seeing her everywhere, in everything. Three days that would probably be an eternity for him.
He could still remember the first time they'd met. He'd heard about her from some of the other X-Men, and he'd been
struck by the effect her powers had on her...complete isolation from the world must be hard, he'd thought. But when he saw her
...the first thing that had come into his mind was that poem Belle used to love, how did it go? "She walks in beauty, like the night
..." That was all he could remember right then, but it was enough for him. It expressed exactly how he saw this Southern mutant
with the green, green eyes.
When he'd first talked to her...that was something else. He had actually fallen in love with her spirit more than her beauty
. She was always sweet, and polite, but he saw the fire that burned behind those emerald eyes and the strength of character she
possessed. He'd never known a woman who was so beautiful and yet so strong, with the possible exception of his ex-wife, but
she had been strong in a cruel way...a ruthless way. Rogue was strong for everyone around her, a pillar of strength, a shoulder
to cry on, the one who kept fighting even when the chances were slim. He's admired that in her, and for months he'd pined
away for her, hoping with every fiber of his being that she felt the same way.
And when he'd confessed his love, and found out she DID feel the same way...the happiness he'd felt and STILL felt
were enough to keep him going for the trying times to come...every time he felt depressed, hopeless, he would think of that
feeling and say to himself, if happiness like that exists in the world, then life must still be worth living.
She'd done all that for him. Brought him back from the depths of the Abyss and introduced him to the light, to an
exhiliration he'd never known before. She was his soul, and where would he be without that? "Probably back where I was
when she found me," he mused.
Just then, a soft knock sounded on his door. He got up, crossed the room, flung open the door, and almost cried out
in joy. "Rogue."
"Hi, Remy. I left Mississippi a little earlier than I had planned to...hope you don't mind?"
No, I don't mind, he thought, as he gathered her into his arms. Not at all.
***
Author's Note: So, what did you guys think? Please forgive me for the awful formatting. I am helpless
when it comes to these things.
so for the love of cheese-and-crackers, don't sue me please!***
She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes...
- She Walks In Beauty, Lord Byron
Remy LeBeau lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to picture her face as he had last seen it. That would be
about ten days ago from today, he thought. He hadn't expected himself to miss her so much, especially since it was only a short
trip down to her birthplace, but he couldn't help that his heart ached every time he thought of her. "Roguey, you'd better come
back to me soon, I just might go crazy before then..." he said out loud.
She would be back in three days. Three days more of that throbbing, hollow pain above his stomach. Three days more
of seeing her everywhere, in everything. Three days that would probably be an eternity for him.
He could still remember the first time they'd met. He'd heard about her from some of the other X-Men, and he'd been
struck by the effect her powers had on her...complete isolation from the world must be hard, he'd thought. But when he saw her
...the first thing that had come into his mind was that poem Belle used to love, how did it go? "She walks in beauty, like the night
..." That was all he could remember right then, but it was enough for him. It expressed exactly how he saw this Southern mutant
with the green, green eyes.
When he'd first talked to her...that was something else. He had actually fallen in love with her spirit more than her beauty
. She was always sweet, and polite, but he saw the fire that burned behind those emerald eyes and the strength of character she
possessed. He'd never known a woman who was so beautiful and yet so strong, with the possible exception of his ex-wife, but
she had been strong in a cruel way...a ruthless way. Rogue was strong for everyone around her, a pillar of strength, a shoulder
to cry on, the one who kept fighting even when the chances were slim. He's admired that in her, and for months he'd pined
away for her, hoping with every fiber of his being that she felt the same way.
And when he'd confessed his love, and found out she DID feel the same way...the happiness he'd felt and STILL felt
were enough to keep him going for the trying times to come...every time he felt depressed, hopeless, he would think of that
feeling and say to himself, if happiness like that exists in the world, then life must still be worth living.
She'd done all that for him. Brought him back from the depths of the Abyss and introduced him to the light, to an
exhiliration he'd never known before. She was his soul, and where would he be without that? "Probably back where I was
when she found me," he mused.
Just then, a soft knock sounded on his door. He got up, crossed the room, flung open the door, and almost cried out
in joy. "Rogue."
"Hi, Remy. I left Mississippi a little earlier than I had planned to...hope you don't mind?"
No, I don't mind, he thought, as he gathered her into his arms. Not at all.
***
Author's Note: So, what did you guys think? Please forgive me for the awful formatting. I am helpless
when it comes to these things.
