So... um, hi! After what, six years? LBD is likely going to go through a major re-write, and I've been trying to get into touch with the characters again. I don't know why Bobby came to me first, but there's a lot going on with him and Rogue that needs to happen before Remy comes into the picture. Will this all be clear? Nope, isn't to me either yet. Let's just call this writing exercises ( The Peace of Wild things is an album by Paper Route. There are nine tracks, so hopefully there will be 9 one shots.) And yes, this is all unbeta-ed and un-edited, otherwise I would have already lost the gumption to get this posted. Finally.

LBD: The Peace of Wild Things

Love Letters

My soul you should know
Can share your sorrow-
Open the window let the light in.

Bobby was so, so sorry—and when he said that, he really, really meant it this time. Not that he hadn't all the times before, of course… it was just that here, now, every last fiber of his being meant it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that was something that would hurt you. Can't you see it? Don't you have any faith in me, don't you see that I'm telling the truth?"

She turned on him then, venom in her eyes, "'s not abou' not havin' faith in you Bobby, it's 'bout havin' misplaced mah faith in you," she hissed, low and slow, each word burning Bobby like a hot coal. This woman would leave him branded for life.

He pulled his hands through his hair, wiping them down his face, as if he could wipe away the anger he saw written so clearly in her expression. "I'm sorry, Rogue, really, I am," he whispered softly. He stared at her silently, beseechingly, as she folded her arms across her chest, watched as her eyes found the burn scars across his collarbones—the ones that she put there with the facetious smile of a Joker's card. Something softened and crumbled at the corner of her eyes then. She huffed out a long breath then, sending her bangs flying away from her face. "Well, ya don' hafta look so much like a puppy Ah kicked," she murmured. A grin teased the corner of his mouth as he inched closer to her.

"So.. d'you admit you kicked me then?"

She snorted with laughter, then stopped, her lips thinning and her eyebrows coming together as she glanced up at him. "Bobby, Ah… Ah'm, sorry too. Ah shouldna—" she stammered, as he laid his palm against her cheek and let his thumb rest on her bottom lip. He shook his head slightly, eyes overbright, as he gathered her into his arms and let her tears slip down his neck.