Black Black heart
Why would you offer more
Why would you make it easier on me,
Satisfied.
I'm on fire I'm rotting to the core
I'm eating all your kings and queens
All your sex and your diamonds.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rivers flowing down her windowpanes, the soothing noise mingling with the background music. Around her the heavy blanket of darkness covered her, shielding her from prying eyes, stifling her from midnight voices. All except one. A voice she heard again, repeating itself in her ears, echoing the chasms of her mind, drowning all the other countless voices; and eyes that burned coal and embers in the night haunting her for all eternity. The first time they met was on the battlefield, yet even then she could feel him. Her mind, her body torn in two as her skin crawled in repulsion and her heart raced in anticipation. He didn't speak then. He hadn't shown her his devils curse, but had shown her his Lucifer-like charm. A smirk of the lips, a twist of his fingers, to reveal an object. Ace of spades. The card of death.
Then they saved her. Her teammates, her friends, her family. What she couldn't understand at that moment when they entered to rescue her was why she had felt more of an affinity with the stranger she met than she did with any of them. She was still technically an outcast of all sorts to them, from how she looked to her power, that made her more of a freak that any of them, including her brother. Yet when she saw him she had felt a small, yet significant connection, as if however different they were or could be, below everything their cores were identical. Returning to reality caused her to fall yet again into a realm of fantasy. When she returned to her home, to her room, a small present was found on her pillow. King of diamonds. The card of power.
Shaken she had stayed at home a first, forever feeling his gaze upon her, yet when she looked he was never there. Finally after what seemed like a decade of waiting for something that was unknown even to her, she overcame her fear. She went out that night to one of her favourite clubs, dressed in a belly-baring black top, her arms covered in sheer netting, low-slung hipsters covering her lower body, her outfit topped off with a pair of black boots and matching leather gloves. She danced alone the beat slowly enveloping her, lifting her worries away, until she was suddenly aware of a figure in front of her. Lifting her eyes in a mixture of apprehension and desire she saw him. She knew it was him, he was the only one who made her feel like this, like she was floating to the stars, and falling to the fires all at once; yet his eyes were ruby red on onyx, a complete antithesis to the dark brown she had expected, yet they seemed to fit him better than anything. For a while they danced wordlessly at the pounding music, him always moving closer, her forever eluding his advances, their movements akin to that of predator and prey. His chin-length hair fell in auburn bangs, his ever-smirking lips turning up as his eyes scorched holes inside her.
As the music slowed down she was caught unaware as two arms wrapped around her. The beginning of "Black Black Heart" played as they swayed together, her head resting on his shoulder as she abandoned any sense, swept away by ecstasy of his embrace. Soothing whispers of the singer calmed her, the unfamiliar feel of a body in her arms thrilling her as visions blurred and fell leaving only him, holding her comfortingly. She felt like she could drown in the blissful rapture he held over her. Yet like everything, it had to end some time.
As the last strains of the song played he pulled away from her slowly as she looked up at him in a daze, drunk from emotion. He gave her a smile and spoke five simple words that shook her. "Y' are so beautiful chere." As basic and unadorned those words seemed they spoke volumes to her. No one had ever called her beautiful. In her past, what she recalled of it, she had been called cute, sweet, even plain at times despite her white streak. To hear it whispered in her ear, by a striking male added to the pure exhilaration she felt. The smooth lilting voice was one that charmed her to no end, capturing her. He kissed her lightly, just above her forehead, before slipping a rose, that had seemed to materialize from nowhere, into her fingers; a final mark, making her completely his. With that he disappeared into the crowd, as swiftly and inexplicably as he had appeared, leaving her, a solitary figure clutching a rose, an utter epitome of loneliness. Her eyes filled with tears that came uncalled for, tears of frustration and anger, to have felt a taste of heaven and only to be denied. She knew, even if he ever came back she would be unable to give him anything, other than complete and undying love which was something she knew no sane man would be able to live on solely. She blinked her eyes furiously as she left the club, tears streaming down her cheeks, unaware of the pair of eyes that watched her closely in the darkness, oblivious of the hand that almost reached up to stop her as she ran out, that yearned to hug her, comfort her. As she closed in on the mansion she gave a howl of anguish, releasing her pain for one last time. It was only once she was back in, safe in her room, before she looked again to the flower. Her eye caught a small piece of paper attached to it.
Lifting it up in curiosity she realized it was a miniature playing card. Queen of hearts. The card of love.
*******
She looked again now at the two cards in her hand. Maybe she would find courage again to leave herself defenseless, baring her heart, her feelings, to his mercy; but for now she would continue being haunted by him. Tearing herself away from the window she settled back into her bed, the flower set in a vase on her bedside table, two cards next to it. She soon fell asleep, drifting into the land of dreams, which oddly enough mirrored what was going on, as twin fires watched over her sleeping form. Blood-red diamonds shining in the dark.
A/N:- hehehe ^_^ song belongs to david usher, I don't really think the whole song would fit but the chorus just reminded me of remy (dunno, it just does,) just one=off fic cuz im still tryin 2 write a good chap 4 thief (my 2 other stories are on temporary hold until I figure out what the hell 2 write- damn writers block..grrr=). Hmm … sooo review! If its bad tell me how 2 improve, if its good have some sour skittles ^_^ o yeah, this is 4 Brakish, Samman, Phoenix angel suyari, Jean1, Skye n well all rogue/remy fans!! Cyz! Luv linkin~
Why would you offer more
Why would you make it easier on me,
Satisfied.
I'm on fire I'm rotting to the core
I'm eating all your kings and queens
All your sex and your diamonds.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rivers flowing down her windowpanes, the soothing noise mingling with the background music. Around her the heavy blanket of darkness covered her, shielding her from prying eyes, stifling her from midnight voices. All except one. A voice she heard again, repeating itself in her ears, echoing the chasms of her mind, drowning all the other countless voices; and eyes that burned coal and embers in the night haunting her for all eternity. The first time they met was on the battlefield, yet even then she could feel him. Her mind, her body torn in two as her skin crawled in repulsion and her heart raced in anticipation. He didn't speak then. He hadn't shown her his devils curse, but had shown her his Lucifer-like charm. A smirk of the lips, a twist of his fingers, to reveal an object. Ace of spades. The card of death.
Then they saved her. Her teammates, her friends, her family. What she couldn't understand at that moment when they entered to rescue her was why she had felt more of an affinity with the stranger she met than she did with any of them. She was still technically an outcast of all sorts to them, from how she looked to her power, that made her more of a freak that any of them, including her brother. Yet when she saw him she had felt a small, yet significant connection, as if however different they were or could be, below everything their cores were identical. Returning to reality caused her to fall yet again into a realm of fantasy. When she returned to her home, to her room, a small present was found on her pillow. King of diamonds. The card of power.
Shaken she had stayed at home a first, forever feeling his gaze upon her, yet when she looked he was never there. Finally after what seemed like a decade of waiting for something that was unknown even to her, she overcame her fear. She went out that night to one of her favourite clubs, dressed in a belly-baring black top, her arms covered in sheer netting, low-slung hipsters covering her lower body, her outfit topped off with a pair of black boots and matching leather gloves. She danced alone the beat slowly enveloping her, lifting her worries away, until she was suddenly aware of a figure in front of her. Lifting her eyes in a mixture of apprehension and desire she saw him. She knew it was him, he was the only one who made her feel like this, like she was floating to the stars, and falling to the fires all at once; yet his eyes were ruby red on onyx, a complete antithesis to the dark brown she had expected, yet they seemed to fit him better than anything. For a while they danced wordlessly at the pounding music, him always moving closer, her forever eluding his advances, their movements akin to that of predator and prey. His chin-length hair fell in auburn bangs, his ever-smirking lips turning up as his eyes scorched holes inside her.
As the music slowed down she was caught unaware as two arms wrapped around her. The beginning of "Black Black Heart" played as they swayed together, her head resting on his shoulder as she abandoned any sense, swept away by ecstasy of his embrace. Soothing whispers of the singer calmed her, the unfamiliar feel of a body in her arms thrilling her as visions blurred and fell leaving only him, holding her comfortingly. She felt like she could drown in the blissful rapture he held over her. Yet like everything, it had to end some time.
As the last strains of the song played he pulled away from her slowly as she looked up at him in a daze, drunk from emotion. He gave her a smile and spoke five simple words that shook her. "Y' are so beautiful chere." As basic and unadorned those words seemed they spoke volumes to her. No one had ever called her beautiful. In her past, what she recalled of it, she had been called cute, sweet, even plain at times despite her white streak. To hear it whispered in her ear, by a striking male added to the pure exhilaration she felt. The smooth lilting voice was one that charmed her to no end, capturing her. He kissed her lightly, just above her forehead, before slipping a rose, that had seemed to materialize from nowhere, into her fingers; a final mark, making her completely his. With that he disappeared into the crowd, as swiftly and inexplicably as he had appeared, leaving her, a solitary figure clutching a rose, an utter epitome of loneliness. Her eyes filled with tears that came uncalled for, tears of frustration and anger, to have felt a taste of heaven and only to be denied. She knew, even if he ever came back she would be unable to give him anything, other than complete and undying love which was something she knew no sane man would be able to live on solely. She blinked her eyes furiously as she left the club, tears streaming down her cheeks, unaware of the pair of eyes that watched her closely in the darkness, oblivious of the hand that almost reached up to stop her as she ran out, that yearned to hug her, comfort her. As she closed in on the mansion she gave a howl of anguish, releasing her pain for one last time. It was only once she was back in, safe in her room, before she looked again to the flower. Her eye caught a small piece of paper attached to it.
Lifting it up in curiosity she realized it was a miniature playing card. Queen of hearts. The card of love.
*******
She looked again now at the two cards in her hand. Maybe she would find courage again to leave herself defenseless, baring her heart, her feelings, to his mercy; but for now she would continue being haunted by him. Tearing herself away from the window she settled back into her bed, the flower set in a vase on her bedside table, two cards next to it. She soon fell asleep, drifting into the land of dreams, which oddly enough mirrored what was going on, as twin fires watched over her sleeping form. Blood-red diamonds shining in the dark.
A/N:- hehehe ^_^ song belongs to david usher, I don't really think the whole song would fit but the chorus just reminded me of remy (dunno, it just does,) just one=off fic cuz im still tryin 2 write a good chap 4 thief (my 2 other stories are on temporary hold until I figure out what the hell 2 write- damn writers block..grrr=). Hmm … sooo review! If its bad tell me how 2 improve, if its good have some sour skittles ^_^ o yeah, this is 4 Brakish, Samman, Phoenix angel suyari, Jean1, Skye n well all rogue/remy fans!! Cyz! Luv linkin~