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Rogue's physical body may had been present with Gambit in that lush courtyard, however her mind had simultaneously commenced a disheartening downwards and inspiring upwards spiral all at once. She was petrified betwixt the marble and Gambit as if Medusa herself placed a scaly digit on her. Rogue ached to believe in his words despite what she knew of his soul, and the internal battle unmistakably shown on her velveteen face which was being whipped by ignored gusts of clammy air. A petite gap in Rogue's mauve painted lips strained open to divulge her soundless words to no avail.
Amorous eagerness and unadulterated horror each took their turns sweeping across Gambit's countenance in rapid, uneasy waves as he peered upon Rogue's silent breakdown at his expense as the sounds of early summer seemed to silence themselves in respect. He knew better than to reach out for her at a time akin to this and consequently resolved to simply speak to her, disclose his thoughts without the mask of riddles in order to show his words beforehand were honest.
But where to start?
"Rogue…" her name, probably a good starting point, so prominent from his sweetened lips that it appeared to splash upon the almost dewy grass about them. "Chere…" (Gambit was always more comfortable in his native tongue.) "Dis…dis last year has been impossible t'keep yo' from floodin' my mind," his words gracelessly tumbled about his usually smooth tongue. Exposing the truth, exposing his truth in such a straightforward and raw way was completely novel to him. However, he reckoned if he could endure the first step maybe, just maybe she would follow and the clouds of fear looming over each of them could dissipate. His voice choked as the honking of cars zoomed by without a second thought. But, to be honest, that is not the only reason he choked. The gloss of his hellish eyes shown brighter than usual as his emotions overflowed and he blurted his genuine thoughts about uncontrolled, "Wit'out yo' an' me it's bitter!" The words shocked them both and the conviction in his voice grew as Rogue's posture softened. "I know I've tried t'take wit'out giving an' it has left so much bad blood even yo' las' bruise is because o'me!" His words were an odd combination of frantic and definite which mirrored his movements perfectly. "An' due t'dat our tomorrow is unclear," Rogue slanted the side of her face towards him at the use of that pronoun, "but I'm tellin' yo' now I still want' it to b'our tomorrow because wit'out you an' me d'sunshine is not dere an' d'storms won' disappear, Chere!" A discordant expression frosted Rogue's lips as she realized there never was a 'you and me' to know these declarations for sure, although that hardly derailed Gambit's soliloquy. "All d'others are not real, not sincere, not you..."
Gambit, practically kneeling in the darkening evening dew at this point with his mangled heart on display for only Rogue, gave the impression of being able to go on for years now that the flood gates had been opened as his chest heaved beneath a teal breastplate, however a curious feature molding Rogue's expression stopped him. She leaned back until the dampness of her charcoal jeans felt marble, and then took a composed seat careful not to gaze into the veracity of his eyes. "Ah can't breathe, Gambit," the sorrow in her voice was overwhelming, "there's never air to breathe." Her slender hand twitched its way up and down her amethyst sleeve as she cried, "Ah'm suffocating." He had no stronger urge than to dart to her side, yet that idea was met with failure. If she felt as if she was suffocating invading her personal space would only exacerbate it. Therefore, Gambit stood silently, unable to come to the aid of perhaps the only person who crawled under his skin and seeped into his consciousness.
Salty streams departed glistening caverns down Rogue's worn features before she was able to speak again. "There's no in-betweens, no breaks," she bellowed more to herself than him as if this was the first time she had physically uttered the words aloud. "Ah'm always on mah guard an' always condemned for bein' so!" Gambit could not take another moment of being helpless in this situation and ignored his instinct to stay away. He conveyed a soft 'cherie' as his hand gently swayed through the thick air in hopes of landing on her covered thigh. For the first time since he proclaimed his love, Rogue's eyes met his. Her bloodshot pools of glistening jade where overtaken by her vastly dilated pupils in a crazed effect which froze Gambit's hand in midair. "Imagine it," she whispered without breaking eye contact, "It's lahke mah nightmares cling t'meh even after the dreams leave." Her eyes dried as she refused to blink. "Imagine it!" She suddenly burst, and furiously tore Gambit's glove off and hurled his body weight at her so as to make him stumble into her with a shock. She stopped his uncovered hand millimeters from her moist cheek and screamed, "Never touchin' again." She had rightfully frightened him and was not done. Heaving his hand towards his own pants zipper she went on, "Never makin' love because y'r mutation developed before y'did!" At this, she clasped his wrist and used his own body weight to fling him into the blades of grass below. Kneeling beside him she spoke in a low, enflamed tone that swelled with each word, "Never knowin' a kiss longer than a second because that's when d'absorbin' starts!" She released his wrist with a flurry of anger and faced away from him. "Y'wan' t'talk about impossible? Try worryin' about that every second of every day of ever year." Her head abruptly slumped as her gloved hands racked through her tresses in conclusion. He was not scared of the absorption, as he had told her many times, and she never forgot because that only made him more dangerous to her.
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