Title: The Blood of Roses
By:Satine16
Disclaimer: I do not own any of theses characters! They belong to Marvel! Please don't sue me!
Remy received warm greeting from the entire household, yet the only one to ignore him was
the one he wanted to speak to the most. Scott and Jean apologized for having to leave so soon,
but Jean decided it was time to redecorate their bedroom and they needed to pick up the new
curtains. Although everyone was warm and compassionate as they greeted him, no single person
could hold his attention. He couldn't help but glance out of the corner of his eye at the lover's in
the next room. Joseph seemed so attentive and demonstrative, yet she seemed uncomfortable. As
if she had never expected to see him return. Remy's entire body quivered with livid emotion. He
had known that the two had become close friends before he had even left, but now Joseph held
her in his arms. Joseph was able to taste her candy lips and bubble gum tongue, something Remy
had longed to do for so long.
Rogue watched as Ororo wrapped her arms around Remy's neck and kissed his cheek. A
lump the size of Kansas had formed in her throat and she swallowed hard. Joseph held her close
to his chest and she could her his heavy breathing as his head rested upon her own, yet her mind
was on the man across the room. He hadn't changed since he left seven months earlier. Her eyes
rapidly danced over his magnetic features: the sculpted muscles only slightly hidden by
threadbare denim and cotton, his chiseled jaw and full pink lips, the ones she had so longed to
savor, and the tousled auburn hair that constantly fell into his eyes, somehow adding to the
mystery that was Remy.
Logan payed careful attention to the two. He could sense that the tension in the room was
high and he saw Remy's constant glances in her direction. The most compelling though, was the
lock Rogue had on Remy. Joseph could have proposed in that instant and she would have
never heard it. It was as if Remy had entirely governed her senses the second he walked in the
door. He had reclaimed his hold on her, or so it seemed. Logan also detected something else,
someone else perceived the situation. Quickly, Logan glanced at Ororo and noticed her eyes had
narrowed after earnestly greeting her life long companion. She had sensed the tension and
predicted the situation. And she too realized that they would eventually have to greet each other.
Interaction was rather unavoidable when you live, eat, work and exist together.
"Ah don't feel so well, Joe. Ah'm gonna head upstairs." She slowly broke away form
Joseph's grasp and wandered up the stairs.
Remy's eyes darted with her movements. He was fixed on the fluid motion of her
sauntering up the stairs, until Ororo broke his little bubble.
"Your old room is still available, Remy. Let's get you situated."
Ororo made it her business to drag Remy away from disaster with all her strength. She
hated seeing him bring about his own destruction. It was something she had witnessed too
many times already.
Jean decided to cook dinner that evening and the numerous old friends gathered about the
table. Betsy and Warren sat next to one another, glowing and chatty as ever. Ororo sat next to
Remy and remained at a constant vigil. It worked out where he sat across from Rogue and her
latest flame. Remy glared as Joseph rubbed her arms to warm her and hated the fact that she
smiled back. Logan sat on the other side of Rogue planning to play referee if the war at hand was
to break out that evening. Hank, Scott and Jean gathered towards the head of the table and
remained engaged in their own affairs with Charles. The discourse was light and the evening
went superbly. That was until Joseph addressed Remy and the rest of the conversation went
quiet.
"So, Remy, what did you do all that time in California? Where are the beach bunnies?"
Joseph's question was meant to be taken in good fun, but everyone else at the table
comprehended the way it had backfired on him.
"Once you had one, mon ami, you had 'em all. Non?" Remy's voice was bitter and his
tone was snide.
"I guess they aren't much on intellect in the sunshine state." Joseph broke eye contact
with the vehement Cajun and turned his gaze to the rice on his plate. As Remy began to cool
again Joseph spoke, " Yet I'm sure you weren't very interested in that aspect anyway."
Remy licked his lips and forced himself to meet Joseph's eyes's once again, but was
distracted as soon as he did so.
" 'Scuse me y' all. Thanks for dinner." Rogue turned and dashed out of the room at an
alarming pace. Joseph was about to run after her when he saw Remy stand up from the table.
"Dinner was lov'ly Jean. Thanks." With that he turned and escaped from the same exit
through which Rogue had disappeared.
Rogue lay observing the pale ceiling, counting the bumps, and thinking to herself. What
was she supposed to do? Joseph had made her happy all this time and she couldn't just run to
Remy! Yet at the same time there was no way to avoid his sudden presence in the mansion and
in her life again. The pressure in her head was building as she realized that Remy had once again
succeeded in complicating her life to no extent. She closed her eyes firmly and as she lay in
silence, contemplating her situation, a gentle knocking came at the door.
"Ah don' really wanna talk now, Joe. Come back later, Sugah."
"'S not Joe, chere."
Her heart skipped a beat. She rolled off the bed, crept to the door and opened it to reveal
Remy leaning against the door frame, smirking. The infamous little half smile that he always
gave her, more often than not, when he knew what she was thinking.
"Come in."
She clutched the overly large, brown teddy bear that Joe had given her for her birthday
and slumped back onto the bed. He moved in a single aesthetic motion to the bed and sat
weightlessly next to her. His eyes danced over her and he studied her movements as she bit her
lip and fidgeted. He hated doing this to her, since he knew that she only squirmed when she was
exceptionally uncomfortable. Something was crying out in the depths of his mind, saying he was
not supposed to make her uncomfortable and they were never supposed to be awkward around
each other.
"You okay, chere?"
"Yeah."
Rogue had made every attempt to avoid Remy's eyes and it tortured him to have to hunt
to make eye contact. Just then a single strand of white fell into her eyes, and Remy pushed it
behind her right ear, almost as a reflex. She startled at the contact and quickly met his gaze. What
he saw in her eyes depressed him. They weren't rich and radiant, but confused and pleading, sad
and aching. He rose from his seat on the bed and approached the door. As he began to turn the
old doorknob she called to him. Announced to him the very words he did not want to hear.
"Ah'm happy with Joseph, Remy."
With that he exited her room and closed the door behind him. As the door clicked shut he
also sealed away his conceptions of possibly loving her again.
By:Satine16
Disclaimer: I do not own any of theses characters! They belong to Marvel! Please don't sue me!
Remy received warm greeting from the entire household, yet the only one to ignore him was
the one he wanted to speak to the most. Scott and Jean apologized for having to leave so soon,
but Jean decided it was time to redecorate their bedroom and they needed to pick up the new
curtains. Although everyone was warm and compassionate as they greeted him, no single person
could hold his attention. He couldn't help but glance out of the corner of his eye at the lover's in
the next room. Joseph seemed so attentive and demonstrative, yet she seemed uncomfortable. As
if she had never expected to see him return. Remy's entire body quivered with livid emotion. He
had known that the two had become close friends before he had even left, but now Joseph held
her in his arms. Joseph was able to taste her candy lips and bubble gum tongue, something Remy
had longed to do for so long.
Rogue watched as Ororo wrapped her arms around Remy's neck and kissed his cheek. A
lump the size of Kansas had formed in her throat and she swallowed hard. Joseph held her close
to his chest and she could her his heavy breathing as his head rested upon her own, yet her mind
was on the man across the room. He hadn't changed since he left seven months earlier. Her eyes
rapidly danced over his magnetic features: the sculpted muscles only slightly hidden by
threadbare denim and cotton, his chiseled jaw and full pink lips, the ones she had so longed to
savor, and the tousled auburn hair that constantly fell into his eyes, somehow adding to the
mystery that was Remy.
Logan payed careful attention to the two. He could sense that the tension in the room was
high and he saw Remy's constant glances in her direction. The most compelling though, was the
lock Rogue had on Remy. Joseph could have proposed in that instant and she would have
never heard it. It was as if Remy had entirely governed her senses the second he walked in the
door. He had reclaimed his hold on her, or so it seemed. Logan also detected something else,
someone else perceived the situation. Quickly, Logan glanced at Ororo and noticed her eyes had
narrowed after earnestly greeting her life long companion. She had sensed the tension and
predicted the situation. And she too realized that they would eventually have to greet each other.
Interaction was rather unavoidable when you live, eat, work and exist together.
"Ah don't feel so well, Joe. Ah'm gonna head upstairs." She slowly broke away form
Joseph's grasp and wandered up the stairs.
Remy's eyes darted with her movements. He was fixed on the fluid motion of her
sauntering up the stairs, until Ororo broke his little bubble.
"Your old room is still available, Remy. Let's get you situated."
Ororo made it her business to drag Remy away from disaster with all her strength. She
hated seeing him bring about his own destruction. It was something she had witnessed too
many times already.
Jean decided to cook dinner that evening and the numerous old friends gathered about the
table. Betsy and Warren sat next to one another, glowing and chatty as ever. Ororo sat next to
Remy and remained at a constant vigil. It worked out where he sat across from Rogue and her
latest flame. Remy glared as Joseph rubbed her arms to warm her and hated the fact that she
smiled back. Logan sat on the other side of Rogue planning to play referee if the war at hand was
to break out that evening. Hank, Scott and Jean gathered towards the head of the table and
remained engaged in their own affairs with Charles. The discourse was light and the evening
went superbly. That was until Joseph addressed Remy and the rest of the conversation went
quiet.
"So, Remy, what did you do all that time in California? Where are the beach bunnies?"
Joseph's question was meant to be taken in good fun, but everyone else at the table
comprehended the way it had backfired on him.
"Once you had one, mon ami, you had 'em all. Non?" Remy's voice was bitter and his
tone was snide.
"I guess they aren't much on intellect in the sunshine state." Joseph broke eye contact
with the vehement Cajun and turned his gaze to the rice on his plate. As Remy began to cool
again Joseph spoke, " Yet I'm sure you weren't very interested in that aspect anyway."
Remy licked his lips and forced himself to meet Joseph's eyes's once again, but was
distracted as soon as he did so.
" 'Scuse me y' all. Thanks for dinner." Rogue turned and dashed out of the room at an
alarming pace. Joseph was about to run after her when he saw Remy stand up from the table.
"Dinner was lov'ly Jean. Thanks." With that he turned and escaped from the same exit
through which Rogue had disappeared.
Rogue lay observing the pale ceiling, counting the bumps, and thinking to herself. What
was she supposed to do? Joseph had made her happy all this time and she couldn't just run to
Remy! Yet at the same time there was no way to avoid his sudden presence in the mansion and
in her life again. The pressure in her head was building as she realized that Remy had once again
succeeded in complicating her life to no extent. She closed her eyes firmly and as she lay in
silence, contemplating her situation, a gentle knocking came at the door.
"Ah don' really wanna talk now, Joe. Come back later, Sugah."
"'S not Joe, chere."
Her heart skipped a beat. She rolled off the bed, crept to the door and opened it to reveal
Remy leaning against the door frame, smirking. The infamous little half smile that he always
gave her, more often than not, when he knew what she was thinking.
"Come in."
She clutched the overly large, brown teddy bear that Joe had given her for her birthday
and slumped back onto the bed. He moved in a single aesthetic motion to the bed and sat
weightlessly next to her. His eyes danced over her and he studied her movements as she bit her
lip and fidgeted. He hated doing this to her, since he knew that she only squirmed when she was
exceptionally uncomfortable. Something was crying out in the depths of his mind, saying he was
not supposed to make her uncomfortable and they were never supposed to be awkward around
each other.
"You okay, chere?"
"Yeah."
Rogue had made every attempt to avoid Remy's eyes and it tortured him to have to hunt
to make eye contact. Just then a single strand of white fell into her eyes, and Remy pushed it
behind her right ear, almost as a reflex. She startled at the contact and quickly met his gaze. What
he saw in her eyes depressed him. They weren't rich and radiant, but confused and pleading, sad
and aching. He rose from his seat on the bed and approached the door. As he began to turn the
old doorknob she called to him. Announced to him the very words he did not want to hear.
"Ah'm happy with Joseph, Remy."
With that he exited her room and closed the door behind him. As the door clicked shut he
also sealed away his conceptions of possibly loving her again.