Rogue stared at her plate of delicacies-home made gumbo and blackened fish,
even some spiced prawns. The smell of fresh warm biscuits was absolutely
mouth-watering. But there was one problem.she didn't know which fork to
use. There were large forks, with rounded points, small forks that were
barely 5 inches, and then there were medium ones with sharp points. Her
stomach growled as she tried to figure out which one to use.
This was the exact reason she did not want to go on this mission. Her first reason had been because she didn't want to have to associate with the Cajun pre-Madonna himself, but he had turned out to be different. Not quite likeable, not quite humble, nor benevolent; but different. As much as she didn't want to admit that his maturity and determination for this mission was laudable, she couldn't help but feel a pang of admiration.
" Need elp' petite," Remy whispered.
" No," Rogue said stubbornly," Ah can handle myself jus' fine thank ya,"
Remy couldn't understand this girl. One minute she was a pouring her heart out to him, dancing in his arms-and the next she turned back into the untouchable, unmovable, uncooperative ice queen.
Rogue finally picked up the smallest fork and began to cut her fish," See Cajun, ah told ya ah could figure this out,"
" Chere," he said softly, leaning to her," Dat be a dessert fork, dis is for de main course," he held her the medium sized fork and grinned.
Rogue snatched it out of his hand and scowled," Ah knew that,"
The rest of the dinner went smoothly, many beaus talked about their latest investments, while the woman talked about their new hats. As usual the men excused themselves for cigar and brandies in the other room, Remy was also dragged along.
" Klara," Scarlet had approached and whispered in her ear," The eva' handsome young Mr. Robbins requests your presence on the roof,"
Rogue shook her head," Ah would prefer not ta,"
" Rogue," she whispered harshly, leaning in closer," You are only Klara temporarily, I will not have you messing up her chance with Mr. Robbins,"
Rogue admitted defeat," Fine," she stood up, wiping her mouth," Good night," ~~~~~*******~~~~~******~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~~********~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~~** **~~~~~~
Rogue's stomach tied itself into a large knot as she saw the familiar body sitting on the rooftop. She bowed her head slightly, her arms crossed behind her," Monsieur Robbins," Rogue choked out softly," Ah'm terribly sorray' that ah ran out on ya like that,"
She stood there, half-expecting to be belittled on her manners. But instead Cody just sat there, ironically staring at the starry sky, fiddling with a silver switchblade," Come, sit," he commanded, his blond hair shimmering like strands of gold in the moonlight.
Rogue was hesitant, what if she touched him? What if she drained the life out of him once again? They say history repeats itself, what if it did tonight? But she couldn't refuse, Scarlet would be livid. So she took a seat next to him-a respectable distance between them-her gown flowing around her like a green lake. She sighed throwing her head back as a cool breeze ran through her hair," Monsieur Robbins, ah-"
Cody laughed, the same light, contagious melodic sound that had filled the air on their first and last date," Please Klara, call me Cody,"
Rogue flinched as he called her by a name that wasn't hers. She wasn't Klara Wilks of New Orleans, Louisiana. She was Rogue of Caldecott City, Mississippi," All right then, Cody. Ah thought ah would've scared ya off by now,"
He grinned suavely, his pearly white teeth and dimples positively hypnotizing," It takes more than that ta scare me Klara, especially with a pretty belle like you,"
Rogue turned away blushing, maybe money hadn't changed Cody. Was it possible that he was still the same Cody Robbins? Or would the warmth she felt with him now disappear if he found out her true identity. She had to know," Cody.that girl you were talking.who was she?"
" Now why would you want to know about her?" he asked, cocking a suspicious eyebrow.
Rogue hadn't anticipated being questioned on her motives," ah.ah jus' wanted ta know. Cause ya seemed so upset when you talked 'bout her,"
He took a deep breath," Her name was Rogue; I don't think I ever knew her last name-suppose that should've been a warning in itself. But even with all the warnings there was just something about her that I couldn't explain. But then.I found out she was a mutant, and suddenly my feelings were explained. She probably had cast a spell on me," he paused," But it doesn't matter, I don't bother with those girls anymore,"
Rogue swallowed back salty tears as his venomous words chocked her heart. Just to think about him feeling that way hurt her, but to actually hear him say those words-it killed her. Suddenly she lost thought of everything, the mission, Scarlet, everything. Nothing else existed, except a bitter Cody and her paining heart" Ah never cast a spell on ya! How could ya say that!" she looked like a deer caught in headlights as tears fell down her face.
She expected him to use his switchblade on her, or blow her cover to everyone inside. But he just looked at her with love in his eyes and smiled," I knew it was you Rogue; it took me a while, but I figured it out,"
Rogue was relieved yet frightened," Cody please ya can't tell anyone about who I really am," she looked at him with her pleading green eyes.
He nodded," Of course Rogue, I don't know exactly why you're here, but I do know that it is probably for a good cause," he looked at her and reached for her face," Your as beautiful as I remembered,"
Rogue blocked his hand," Cody," she whispered. She wanted him to be able to touch her, to feel his soft hand against her supple skin. But she knew that could never be," We can't," a millionth tear escaped her eyes.
He looked down," Right.I forgot," he looked at her, his blue eyes captivated by her green ones," Those things I said, you know I didn't mean them right?"
Rogue turned, she could've sworn she'd heard someone. But there was no one there," Uh.yeah ah know," she leaned on his shoulder," ah know" ~~~~~~*********~~~~~~~~~********~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~********~~~~~~~~ ~***~~~****~~~~~ Remy lit a cigarette, a habit that he thought he'd left behind a long time ago. But then again he'd thought that he'd left a lot of things behind-like the ability to fall in love. But as a ring of smoke rolled off his lips he realized that the same feeling was back. The tingling in his skin, the knot in his stomach with every smile she made; and worse, the longing in his soul with every look into those emerald eyes. But she was the 'untouchable', enough said.
Contrary to much belief Remy didn't wear his heart on his sleeve, nor offer it to any belle that happened to pass by. Harmless flirting and teasing were all that he was willing to disperse. But love, that was something that Remy treasured deeply. But he'd only given his heart to one person, and until now, he didn't know if she still had it.
He watched her; His ruby pupils widening as she blew her cover. He contemplated intervening, to threaten Cody not to breath a word. But much to his surprise, Cody wasn't angry or shocked. He seemed so calm and collective, happy that Rogue had returned to him. But he hoped that she was not returning to him-permanently that is.
Using his natural agility he jumped from the roof onto his balcony. His cigarette still burning brightly. The party was over, the guests had all left, with the exception of Cody that is. Scarlet was in her room, no dubitably with the rich cotton crop king she had been flirting with earlier.
He heard Rogue enter her room; he leaned against the frame of the door that joined the two rooms, his eyes fixated on her afterglow.
" Remy," she said startled. Her hand was against her heart as she caught her breath after the scare Remy had given her. Her nose filled with the pungent scent of smoke as Remy exhaled," Remy!" she shouted," Wha' tha hell do ya think ya doin?" she said, yanking the cigarette from his clenched lips.
" Dats alright chere, you keep it. Remy got more," he said nonchalantly. Reaching into his pants pocket.
Rogue stared at the cigarette in disgust, waving it infront of her as she continued to preach," These things are utter filth Remy, do ya know what they can do ta ya health?"
" Don' know, an' don care chere. Remy do what makes him 'appy, while he still livin' and breathin'," He lit another joint with his silver lighter. Filling the room with a cloud of smoke.
" This makes ya happy Remy? Will, when ya smokin' those things through ya neck will see how happy ya are then!" she wanted her words to help Remy, to show him what those awful things did to people. She wanted do for him what she couldn't do for her second foster father. She remembered being 8 and every night, like clockwork her father would light a cigarette. He did every single night, for as long as she could remember. Then one day, her father went to the hospital, but of course she was too young to understand what was happening. The next thing she knew, he was dead and her foster mother had no money and was unable to keep her anymore.
" Chere, y'over reactin' "
" Wha' would the professa' think Remy? Ta know that ya been drinkin' and smokin' on this mission?"
Remy laughed," Oh really chere?" he slid his cigarette to the far corner of his mouth," Dat aint notin' compared t'you blowin' our cover." He watched her green eyes grow in shock," Now if your precious beau be tellin' de truth t'everyone, y'tink dat only you gone get your ass burned? NO! Cause guess what chere, he go spillin' beans all over de place, an' both our asses are done fo'. An' Remy have been doin' notin' wrong t'spoil dis mission. So y'know what chere? I hope dat dis.. dis old flame o'yours keeps his mout' shut cause dis Cajun aint gone take any of de blame jus' b'cause you could not keep your emotions under control!"
Rogue flinched, before she lay a swift slap across his face," How dare ya lisson' ta our conversation!"
Remy rubbed his cheek, nursing the stinging," Don' be turnin' de tables now chere. Cause if Remy were to do de same ting, you'd be trowin' a bitch fest," he blocked her hand as he attempted to slap him again.
" AH HATE YA!" Rogue screamed before stomping into her room.
" Yeah will de feelin's mutual!" he shouted after.
This was quite a night. This girl was absolutely the most frustrating creature he had every came in contact with. He was past the challenge, past the mind games, even past the flirtation; now all he wanted to do was tell her how he really felt. But could he handle a belle like Rogue? In one night, he watched her cry, smile, scream, and shout. She was like a pool of emotions, and what you saw on the outside was only the beginning. It was like every time he felt like he'd gotten past square one; he was back there again a minute later. Over all sometimes the thought of winning her heart seemed futile, and he couldn't help but feel like he was in a really bad soap opera.
~*Give me one friend, just one friend that meets all my varying moods*~ -Esther M. Clark
This was the exact reason she did not want to go on this mission. Her first reason had been because she didn't want to have to associate with the Cajun pre-Madonna himself, but he had turned out to be different. Not quite likeable, not quite humble, nor benevolent; but different. As much as she didn't want to admit that his maturity and determination for this mission was laudable, she couldn't help but feel a pang of admiration.
" Need elp' petite," Remy whispered.
" No," Rogue said stubbornly," Ah can handle myself jus' fine thank ya,"
Remy couldn't understand this girl. One minute she was a pouring her heart out to him, dancing in his arms-and the next she turned back into the untouchable, unmovable, uncooperative ice queen.
Rogue finally picked up the smallest fork and began to cut her fish," See Cajun, ah told ya ah could figure this out,"
" Chere," he said softly, leaning to her," Dat be a dessert fork, dis is for de main course," he held her the medium sized fork and grinned.
Rogue snatched it out of his hand and scowled," Ah knew that,"
The rest of the dinner went smoothly, many beaus talked about their latest investments, while the woman talked about their new hats. As usual the men excused themselves for cigar and brandies in the other room, Remy was also dragged along.
" Klara," Scarlet had approached and whispered in her ear," The eva' handsome young Mr. Robbins requests your presence on the roof,"
Rogue shook her head," Ah would prefer not ta,"
" Rogue," she whispered harshly, leaning in closer," You are only Klara temporarily, I will not have you messing up her chance with Mr. Robbins,"
Rogue admitted defeat," Fine," she stood up, wiping her mouth," Good night," ~~~~~*******~~~~~******~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~~********~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~~** **~~~~~~
Rogue's stomach tied itself into a large knot as she saw the familiar body sitting on the rooftop. She bowed her head slightly, her arms crossed behind her," Monsieur Robbins," Rogue choked out softly," Ah'm terribly sorray' that ah ran out on ya like that,"
She stood there, half-expecting to be belittled on her manners. But instead Cody just sat there, ironically staring at the starry sky, fiddling with a silver switchblade," Come, sit," he commanded, his blond hair shimmering like strands of gold in the moonlight.
Rogue was hesitant, what if she touched him? What if she drained the life out of him once again? They say history repeats itself, what if it did tonight? But she couldn't refuse, Scarlet would be livid. So she took a seat next to him-a respectable distance between them-her gown flowing around her like a green lake. She sighed throwing her head back as a cool breeze ran through her hair," Monsieur Robbins, ah-"
Cody laughed, the same light, contagious melodic sound that had filled the air on their first and last date," Please Klara, call me Cody,"
Rogue flinched as he called her by a name that wasn't hers. She wasn't Klara Wilks of New Orleans, Louisiana. She was Rogue of Caldecott City, Mississippi," All right then, Cody. Ah thought ah would've scared ya off by now,"
He grinned suavely, his pearly white teeth and dimples positively hypnotizing," It takes more than that ta scare me Klara, especially with a pretty belle like you,"
Rogue turned away blushing, maybe money hadn't changed Cody. Was it possible that he was still the same Cody Robbins? Or would the warmth she felt with him now disappear if he found out her true identity. She had to know," Cody.that girl you were talking.who was she?"
" Now why would you want to know about her?" he asked, cocking a suspicious eyebrow.
Rogue hadn't anticipated being questioned on her motives," ah.ah jus' wanted ta know. Cause ya seemed so upset when you talked 'bout her,"
He took a deep breath," Her name was Rogue; I don't think I ever knew her last name-suppose that should've been a warning in itself. But even with all the warnings there was just something about her that I couldn't explain. But then.I found out she was a mutant, and suddenly my feelings were explained. She probably had cast a spell on me," he paused," But it doesn't matter, I don't bother with those girls anymore,"
Rogue swallowed back salty tears as his venomous words chocked her heart. Just to think about him feeling that way hurt her, but to actually hear him say those words-it killed her. Suddenly she lost thought of everything, the mission, Scarlet, everything. Nothing else existed, except a bitter Cody and her paining heart" Ah never cast a spell on ya! How could ya say that!" she looked like a deer caught in headlights as tears fell down her face.
She expected him to use his switchblade on her, or blow her cover to everyone inside. But he just looked at her with love in his eyes and smiled," I knew it was you Rogue; it took me a while, but I figured it out,"
Rogue was relieved yet frightened," Cody please ya can't tell anyone about who I really am," she looked at him with her pleading green eyes.
He nodded," Of course Rogue, I don't know exactly why you're here, but I do know that it is probably for a good cause," he looked at her and reached for her face," Your as beautiful as I remembered,"
Rogue blocked his hand," Cody," she whispered. She wanted him to be able to touch her, to feel his soft hand against her supple skin. But she knew that could never be," We can't," a millionth tear escaped her eyes.
He looked down," Right.I forgot," he looked at her, his blue eyes captivated by her green ones," Those things I said, you know I didn't mean them right?"
Rogue turned, she could've sworn she'd heard someone. But there was no one there," Uh.yeah ah know," she leaned on his shoulder," ah know" ~~~~~~*********~~~~~~~~~********~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~~********~~~~~~~~ ~***~~~****~~~~~ Remy lit a cigarette, a habit that he thought he'd left behind a long time ago. But then again he'd thought that he'd left a lot of things behind-like the ability to fall in love. But as a ring of smoke rolled off his lips he realized that the same feeling was back. The tingling in his skin, the knot in his stomach with every smile she made; and worse, the longing in his soul with every look into those emerald eyes. But she was the 'untouchable', enough said.
Contrary to much belief Remy didn't wear his heart on his sleeve, nor offer it to any belle that happened to pass by. Harmless flirting and teasing were all that he was willing to disperse. But love, that was something that Remy treasured deeply. But he'd only given his heart to one person, and until now, he didn't know if she still had it.
He watched her; His ruby pupils widening as she blew her cover. He contemplated intervening, to threaten Cody not to breath a word. But much to his surprise, Cody wasn't angry or shocked. He seemed so calm and collective, happy that Rogue had returned to him. But he hoped that she was not returning to him-permanently that is.
Using his natural agility he jumped from the roof onto his balcony. His cigarette still burning brightly. The party was over, the guests had all left, with the exception of Cody that is. Scarlet was in her room, no dubitably with the rich cotton crop king she had been flirting with earlier.
He heard Rogue enter her room; he leaned against the frame of the door that joined the two rooms, his eyes fixated on her afterglow.
" Remy," she said startled. Her hand was against her heart as she caught her breath after the scare Remy had given her. Her nose filled with the pungent scent of smoke as Remy exhaled," Remy!" she shouted," Wha' tha hell do ya think ya doin?" she said, yanking the cigarette from his clenched lips.
" Dats alright chere, you keep it. Remy got more," he said nonchalantly. Reaching into his pants pocket.
Rogue stared at the cigarette in disgust, waving it infront of her as she continued to preach," These things are utter filth Remy, do ya know what they can do ta ya health?"
" Don' know, an' don care chere. Remy do what makes him 'appy, while he still livin' and breathin'," He lit another joint with his silver lighter. Filling the room with a cloud of smoke.
" This makes ya happy Remy? Will, when ya smokin' those things through ya neck will see how happy ya are then!" she wanted her words to help Remy, to show him what those awful things did to people. She wanted do for him what she couldn't do for her second foster father. She remembered being 8 and every night, like clockwork her father would light a cigarette. He did every single night, for as long as she could remember. Then one day, her father went to the hospital, but of course she was too young to understand what was happening. The next thing she knew, he was dead and her foster mother had no money and was unable to keep her anymore.
" Chere, y'over reactin' "
" Wha' would the professa' think Remy? Ta know that ya been drinkin' and smokin' on this mission?"
Remy laughed," Oh really chere?" he slid his cigarette to the far corner of his mouth," Dat aint notin' compared t'you blowin' our cover." He watched her green eyes grow in shock," Now if your precious beau be tellin' de truth t'everyone, y'tink dat only you gone get your ass burned? NO! Cause guess what chere, he go spillin' beans all over de place, an' both our asses are done fo'. An' Remy have been doin' notin' wrong t'spoil dis mission. So y'know what chere? I hope dat dis.. dis old flame o'yours keeps his mout' shut cause dis Cajun aint gone take any of de blame jus' b'cause you could not keep your emotions under control!"
Rogue flinched, before she lay a swift slap across his face," How dare ya lisson' ta our conversation!"
Remy rubbed his cheek, nursing the stinging," Don' be turnin' de tables now chere. Cause if Remy were to do de same ting, you'd be trowin' a bitch fest," he blocked her hand as he attempted to slap him again.
" AH HATE YA!" Rogue screamed before stomping into her room.
" Yeah will de feelin's mutual!" he shouted after.
This was quite a night. This girl was absolutely the most frustrating creature he had every came in contact with. He was past the challenge, past the mind games, even past the flirtation; now all he wanted to do was tell her how he really felt. But could he handle a belle like Rogue? In one night, he watched her cry, smile, scream, and shout. She was like a pool of emotions, and what you saw on the outside was only the beginning. It was like every time he felt like he'd gotten past square one; he was back there again a minute later. Over all sometimes the thought of winning her heart seemed futile, and he couldn't help but feel like he was in a really bad soap opera.
~*Give me one friend, just one friend that meets all my varying moods*~ -Esther M. Clark