Kitty raised her eyebrows slightly in suprise, watching as Rogue fit a long
scarve around her neck. Everyone knew about Rogue's particular power
problem, and she dressed appropriately considering the hazards if she did
not. But usually she left open her neckline considerably. That girls boobs
were the thing that made up for everything else she lacked in character
enrichment.
" You got a hickie?" Ok, so Kitty wasn't exactly sharp as a tack when it
came to these kind of things. Rogue rolled her eyes.
" Kitty, tell me exactly how ah would go about gettin' a hickie." Kitty
laughed, throwing her mane of hair back over her shoulder.
" Well that's easy! The guy just sucks on your neck!" Rogue stood where she
was for several moments, tyring to let the girl come to the realization
herself. Kitty's blank smile was replaced by blank open mouthed O of
understanding.
" Ohhh."
" Yeah." Kitty chewed on her lower lip as she left the room, apparently
still trying to figure out the situation. Rogue was glad the girl had not
seen the burn across her chest. That would lead to awkward questions.
Rogue seized a large comb from the dresser, running it through her hair, her thoughts flip flopping around in her head like fish gasping for air on dry land. The rest of the day it was like that, she simply could not concentrate. The fact that she had gotten little to no rest last night played an active role in this also, she kept yawning loudly until other students in her classes shot dark looks at her (it is a well known fact that yawns are contagious). Finally, the day was close to being over and it was free time. Yippee, Rogue thought, another mind-numbing afternoon with me, myself, and- "Mind if Remy joins you?" Oh shit. "Whatever." She bit her tongue as the cajun fell into step beside her, she should have said no! "I love de afternoons in de fall." Remy brushed a few long locks of hair back over his head and Rogue's eyes were drawn to the sun hitting them and lighting up the shiny texture. She closed her eyes and immediately tripped over a tree root overgrowing the sidewalk. "You not a very careful fille?" She glared at him from down on the ground. He offered his hand, but she ignored it, regaining her feet and brushing off her jacket. They began walking again, this time in silence. "It funny." She listened, thinking he was going to finish his short and grammatically incorrect sentence. He didn't. Rogue was not one for patience. "What?" Remy did not smile, as she was so accustomed to seeing him do. For some reason, this stopped her berrating mental comments and she listened for what he was going to say. "You are not like the other femmes, they are all soft and warm on de inside and likewise on de out. But you....you are de ice queen on the inside and frosty exterior out. " Rogue gazed wistfully at the tree branches swaying across the street, she sort of wished she could crawl unto one and hang herself. "Ice through an' through,"was all she muttered. "Remy hopes not." This stopped Rogue in her tracks completely. "Excuse me?" For once, he was looking a bit ashamed and shy which was more intruiging at the moment than what he was saying to her. "Rather, he want to say....he don't think so."Remy leaned back against a wrought iron fence, resting his eyes on anything other than Rogue. "He think something bad happen to fille that make her trust nobody." He took a deep breath, then plunged deeper into the tidal wave. " Just cause she can't touch nobody...that don't mean that's all there is to her." A silence settled over the two after his brief monologue. Rogue tried to think of some scathing thing to say him, tell him to mind his own business or run back to the brother hood...something! But all of her vitriol was dissolving in the face of this true thing he was stating, that he knew. How could he know? She felt her mouth opening and closing, like the dieing fish in her mind gasping for breath. What could she say..how could she....she couldn't. No. No....No.. "No! NO!" Remy stood straight and grasped her by the shoulders, making a soothing noise in his throat but Rogue could not be calmed or soothed. "You think you can- this isn't...I didn't!! I just....I can't..." She broke off, horrified as she felt a wet trail slide down the inside of her cheek. Confused and worried and everything she could possibly be in a moment that was imperfect and unscheduled, she touched the tear and felt her defenses crumbling down. She closed her eyes, the lids forming a dark mosaic of red and orange that burned as the tears squeezed out. Rogue felt the pulling of Remy's hands on her arms, though it seemed so far away. He was calling her.
"Rogue...please..." Her eyes opened and she saw the rush of color swim into her vision, Remy's demon eyes were pleading with her. She couldn't help but say it aloud, "I can't." He only nodded. He knew. "Now is not de time." Rogue felt her weak but solitary defense slide back into place, she was once again aware of his hands on her arms. She stepped out of his grasp, not rudely but as half habit and half protection. He released her without a struggle, but simply gestured with his hand toward the sidewalk trail that ended, where a dirt path began. " We talk later, how bout walk now?"
Rogue was not sure what was happening. He was purposefully leading her away from the painful conversation about her past. This worried and interested her. Many years ago her mother had taken her to a psycologist who specialized in children. Rogue could barely remember the man, knowing only that she felt he had been digging for something. He wanted something from me so bad, I could see it in his eyes and his voice sounded metallic and sharp to me. I was afraid he could cut me in half just by speaking. He too had tried to delve into my deep past, tried to procure my problem. But he had screamed at me and pushed me so hard.... Remy's not pushing. He didn't even ask really...
Rogue brushed the tears from her face angrily, her facade fell into place again along with the usual thoughts, though now there was an underlying feeling there too. Like having a split personality. Why are you even talking to him? What the hell do you think you're doing! You could get hurt. Rogue thought about this, it was true, she could get hurt. If she let someone in....
As Remy turned and smiled over his shoulder at her, a soft smile of welcome, she sighed deeply. "Scar tissue runs deep." She muttered, too soft for Remy to hear, or so she thought, for he answered quietly to himself, " But love runs deeper."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thankyou to everyone who reviewed, I know this is getting deep and psycological and all that...I didnt want to put just physical stuff in here because it doesn't always make for such a good read. Enjoy, and to my friends - Ardelio lives!
Rogue seized a large comb from the dresser, running it through her hair, her thoughts flip flopping around in her head like fish gasping for air on dry land. The rest of the day it was like that, she simply could not concentrate. The fact that she had gotten little to no rest last night played an active role in this also, she kept yawning loudly until other students in her classes shot dark looks at her (it is a well known fact that yawns are contagious). Finally, the day was close to being over and it was free time. Yippee, Rogue thought, another mind-numbing afternoon with me, myself, and- "Mind if Remy joins you?" Oh shit. "Whatever." She bit her tongue as the cajun fell into step beside her, she should have said no! "I love de afternoons in de fall." Remy brushed a few long locks of hair back over his head and Rogue's eyes were drawn to the sun hitting them and lighting up the shiny texture. She closed her eyes and immediately tripped over a tree root overgrowing the sidewalk. "You not a very careful fille?" She glared at him from down on the ground. He offered his hand, but she ignored it, regaining her feet and brushing off her jacket. They began walking again, this time in silence. "It funny." She listened, thinking he was going to finish his short and grammatically incorrect sentence. He didn't. Rogue was not one for patience. "What?" Remy did not smile, as she was so accustomed to seeing him do. For some reason, this stopped her berrating mental comments and she listened for what he was going to say. "You are not like the other femmes, they are all soft and warm on de inside and likewise on de out. But you....you are de ice queen on the inside and frosty exterior out. " Rogue gazed wistfully at the tree branches swaying across the street, she sort of wished she could crawl unto one and hang herself. "Ice through an' through,"was all she muttered. "Remy hopes not." This stopped Rogue in her tracks completely. "Excuse me?" For once, he was looking a bit ashamed and shy which was more intruiging at the moment than what he was saying to her. "Rather, he want to say....he don't think so."Remy leaned back against a wrought iron fence, resting his eyes on anything other than Rogue. "He think something bad happen to fille that make her trust nobody." He took a deep breath, then plunged deeper into the tidal wave. " Just cause she can't touch nobody...that don't mean that's all there is to her." A silence settled over the two after his brief monologue. Rogue tried to think of some scathing thing to say him, tell him to mind his own business or run back to the brother hood...something! But all of her vitriol was dissolving in the face of this true thing he was stating, that he knew. How could he know? She felt her mouth opening and closing, like the dieing fish in her mind gasping for breath. What could she say..how could she....she couldn't. No. No....No.. "No! NO!" Remy stood straight and grasped her by the shoulders, making a soothing noise in his throat but Rogue could not be calmed or soothed. "You think you can- this isn't...I didn't!! I just....I can't..." She broke off, horrified as she felt a wet trail slide down the inside of her cheek. Confused and worried and everything she could possibly be in a moment that was imperfect and unscheduled, she touched the tear and felt her defenses crumbling down. She closed her eyes, the lids forming a dark mosaic of red and orange that burned as the tears squeezed out. Rogue felt the pulling of Remy's hands on her arms, though it seemed so far away. He was calling her.
"Rogue...please..." Her eyes opened and she saw the rush of color swim into her vision, Remy's demon eyes were pleading with her. She couldn't help but say it aloud, "I can't." He only nodded. He knew. "Now is not de time." Rogue felt her weak but solitary defense slide back into place, she was once again aware of his hands on her arms. She stepped out of his grasp, not rudely but as half habit and half protection. He released her without a struggle, but simply gestured with his hand toward the sidewalk trail that ended, where a dirt path began. " We talk later, how bout walk now?"
Rogue was not sure what was happening. He was purposefully leading her away from the painful conversation about her past. This worried and interested her. Many years ago her mother had taken her to a psycologist who specialized in children. Rogue could barely remember the man, knowing only that she felt he had been digging for something. He wanted something from me so bad, I could see it in his eyes and his voice sounded metallic and sharp to me. I was afraid he could cut me in half just by speaking. He too had tried to delve into my deep past, tried to procure my problem. But he had screamed at me and pushed me so hard.... Remy's not pushing. He didn't even ask really...
Rogue brushed the tears from her face angrily, her facade fell into place again along with the usual thoughts, though now there was an underlying feeling there too. Like having a split personality. Why are you even talking to him? What the hell do you think you're doing! You could get hurt. Rogue thought about this, it was true, she could get hurt. If she let someone in....
As Remy turned and smiled over his shoulder at her, a soft smile of welcome, she sighed deeply. "Scar tissue runs deep." She muttered, too soft for Remy to hear, or so she thought, for he answered quietly to himself, " But love runs deeper."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thankyou to everyone who reviewed, I know this is getting deep and psycological and all that...I didnt want to put just physical stuff in here because it doesn't always make for such a good read. Enjoy, and to my friends - Ardelio lives!