Title: Autumn's Loss
Summary: Ororo finds herself dispirited when she receives no response to her call for love in Remy. When Remy finally does find courage within himself, Ororo's heart is lost in Autumn's cold.
Author's Notes: Honestly, I did not expect this story to be continued, but I fell in love with it. Pray for my Cajun accent [or the lack thereof].
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My blue eyes are black under the shadows of the night sky as the wind began to pick up speed and clouds covered the bright moon. Not a star could be seen as the darkness of the clouds became oppressive to their shining glory. My white hair whips behind me in the wind as I sit upon the ledge of the roof. My legs are crossed, dangling along the side of the mansion exterior. I keep asking myself how could I fall in love with such a narcissistic man. And before I could ever open my eyes to answer this question, each time, I would remember his wide smile and his unique eyes.
That is the way I connect with a lot of people. When I look into their eyes it as if I can feel every emotion and every truth they have ever encountered. The eyes are said to be the window to one's soul. In a way, I believe that is true, but the transparency of the window will only show so much because it is nothing but a broad tunnel. For this reason, Remy's eyes are not the windows to his soul. Each red pupil against its black pupil told every story of his heart... except one. I have never been able to decipher the truth of his affections for me, or for anyone else. Is his past so broken that he has learned to hide them?
I should be the one to talk. I am unable to release my emotions as others do, lest there be a maelstrom of unimaginable power. Sometimes, I imagine what it would be like to let go and be free. Then an unexpected roll of thunder, gust of wind, or fall of flooding rains would bring me back to reality. These are my only regrets of having these extraordinary abilities to control the weather. Despite every effort to control them and live a normal life, these abilities are directly affected by my emotions.
Perhaps it would have been better if I had never told Remy of such feelings things would be better. By chance, I should have kept them buried in my heart until a night of undying passion and spontaneous revelation. But that would have never happened. Remy was always fearful of true romance and I never gave a single person the chance to do so after my incident with Forge.
"Stormy?" I hear a heavy, deep voice behind me and I nearly jump off the roof when I turn around to face him. His trench coat is waving in the air like a flag, hanging off of his shoulders.
"Remy, I asked you nicely before not to refer to me by that name."
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Remy speaks:
"Ororo," I say, soundin out every part as easy as I can. "Gambit knows you don't hate him."
She speaks before I can continue, cuttin me off, making me feel lesser. Once again, I feel like de unwort'y swamp rat. "Remy, no one ever mentioned hating you. I just do not wish to see your face, and if you do not remove yourself from my presence within the next five seconds, I shall bid the clouds to remove you."
Her words are piercin, but dat has never stopped me before. "Stormy," I say again, challengin her, "De truth is you love me and Remy loves you."
"Really, Gambit?" she says as she stands up, d'en turns around to face me. Lightnin is protrudin from her eyes and the sky is followin her example with thunder accompanyin it. I would have run away, having felt her fury before, but dis time? No. I can see that de lightnin is only to hide her tears.
I walk to her and de skies calm down as she stands still except for de wind blowing her beautiful hair. "Remy sick of lyin and sick of not havin his Stormy," I place a massive hand on her soft face and she gently rubs against it, "Gambit love you, chere."
She looks at me for a second, and then all of a sudden her face changes from peaceful to angry. "If I recall correctly, Remy Lebeau, you said those exact same words to Rogue a few years back. Is this somehow your practiced way back into forgiveness? I would hope not!" Her anger was far beyond anything I could surpass, 'specially when my body was sent flyin backward by a gust of wind into a brick wall, leadin up to de higher elevation of de roof.
"Ah! Stormy!"
"I warned you not to call me by that name!" I watch her tall figure, much shorter than mine, walk towards my fallen body. I am laying on the roof's floor, wondering what will happen next with nothin in mind. Dere is no way I could pull out de cards on my Stormy.
Den, she stops moving when she looks into my eyes. "Your eyes," she says as she begins to walk again den kneels down to my side. "They do not lie. Despite what the stereotype of a thief is, I know, being a thief myself, that lying is not always a constant characteristic. And your eyes, tell me they love me."
I don't know what to say now. And I don't say anythin when she kisses my lips gently, den looks at me with those blue eyes that travel into eternity.
"Remy Lebeau, I love you too." My lips are dragged into yet another kiss, so crisp and refreshin that I pray it never has to leave.
"Stormy?"
"Yes, Remy?"
I sigh as I pull her down with me onto the mansion roof for a never-endin kiss of passion. Stormy. Dat name tells me everything. Her heart is as gently as a late autumn snowstorm, yet sometimes as torrential as an early autumn hurricane. A light drizzle falls from the night sky, as we lay there on the roof, but not a bit of rain touches Stormy or myself. Dat Stormy of mine is an amazing gal.
"Orageux, je t'aime." Stormy, I love you.
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Jean speaks:
Sorry. I was being nosey again. I know it's a bad habit but I couldn't help it. Scott and I watched from the central tower. We saw everything. I had to save Scott from falling off the roof in laughter when he saw Remy get his butt whipped by Ororo. I must admit, seeing him get blown away was hilarious.
It's morning now. Remy and Ororo are inseparable. They refuse to leave the roof and come down for dinner. Holding hands, telling stories, kissing periodically. Scott keeps commending me on a job well done, bringing two people who not only deserved, but also needed each other together in bliss. I believe that without my help they would have eventually found each other. True love never fails.
Autumn is continuing the same way it was before, almost. The trees are continually losing their leaves. I suppose that is Autumn's loss. As for Remy... he has no loss.