A - Antique
(Gambit & Storm)
"Careful wit' t'at chérie."
"I am being careful Remy."
Gambit shot an amused look towards the snowy haired woman, who sat literally pouting as she attempted to open an old box that she found in Gambit's closet. The thief refused to tell her what was in it and that just fueled her need to open it. Sadly, though, her lock picking skills weren't nowhere near as good as Gambit's.
"It's an antique, Stormy." Gambit turned around from where he was playing a game of solitaire on the floor. "Mon père gave it to Remy before he left Louisiana for good. Said it belonged to mon maman before she passed on."
"I didn't know you had a mother, I thought it was just your father who adopted you."
"Qui, but he met a woman when Remy was around five or so and ever since Remy always consider'd her mon maman. She was a wonderful person, she die when Remy was eleven t'ough."
"I'm sorry Remy." Storm slowly set the box down and stared at it, mesmerizing every detail from the worn coloring of the wood, to the grooves carved in intricate designs along the sides and lid. It wasn't too big, just slightly bigger than both of Storm's hands and felt quite a bit heavier than you would think.
Gambit left his game of solitaire in favor of moving closer to sit beside Storm with a gentle smile.
"Don't be mon petit." Gambit picked up the box as if it were the most fragile piece of glass and stared at it. "You really wan' ta know what's innit?"
"Very much so."
"Bientôt, Stormy. Bientôt."