Title: The Blood of Roses
by: Satine16
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Marvel! Please don't sue me! :)
With the dawn returned Rogue's normality. The many forces that clung and tore at her
soul the previous night halted their assault. She awoke to a crystal blue sky and yellow sun. As
she brushed the sleep from her eyes, she wandered to the open door and soundlessly closed it.
Her steps were silent and careful that morning, and she was weary not to wake Joseph as she
headed for the shower.
She crept towards the kitchen, attempting to make as little noise as humanly possible: god
forbid she wake Logan before he was good and ready to greet the daylight.
She entered the room-its sleepy blue tint of dawn and the smell of freshly brewed coffee
overwhelmed her. Yet when she caught a glimpse of Remy, a warm cup of coffee in his hand,
(black the way she always liked it) her jovial attitude ceased to exist.
"Mornin', Chere. Ya get a good night's sleep?"
She nodded and cast her glance downward as she wiggled her bare toes against the cold
tile. A brisk breeze came through the open window and she wrapped her black cardigan around
her shoulders.
"Have a sip. It'll warm ya up."
She carefully took the warm porcelain from his hand and she perched upon the stool
across from the anxious Cajun.
"Listen, Chere," he lifted her chin with his finger and thumb and met her dismayed green
eyes with a despondent gaze, "All Remy wants is your friendship. He don' wanna ruin what
you've got with Joe. Ah only wanna be able ta talk to that girl Ah knew before Ah left. Have
somebody to laugh with. Is that too much to ask?"
He had touched her. It was the first time that they had made contact without a barrier
between them. She slowly removed her had from her coffee cup and gingerly began to extend
her arm towards his stubble covered jaw. Yet something suddenly made her recoil, and the tears
began to stream down her cheeks.
"Yes, Remy. It is too much."
With that she turned and ran from the kitchen. She didn't stop running until she had
reached the library at the opposite side of the campus. The room was still uninhabited by a single
life force and only a few glimmers of the rising sunlight was able to creep in through the heavy
curtains. She collapsed against the heavy door and sank to the floor. She wept until she could no
longer get a breath of air into her lungs. It was simply too much.
After that Rogue made her best attempt to avoid Remy at every cost. It was a large
mansion and there was no reason that they would have to see each other. And for a few weeks
her plan was very successful, yet part of her missed seeing him. Part of her wanted to hear his
contagious laughter and to see his flirtatious smile.
Rogue was helping Ororo make breakfast, it was their turn for the week, and she heard
him slip in the room. She stayed hidden within the pantry as his smooth drawl filled the other
room.
"Mornin' ma belle."
"Good morning, Remy." He came up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist,
and kissed her softly on the neck. She, appalled by his actions, turned and shoved him away from
her.
"You smell like vodka. Go get in the shower, Remy."
"Ah will, 'Ro. But Maggie's still in there," a small smirk came across his face as he
caught her look of disapproval.
"Come on, Cherie, you know that the second you say the word, we'll take our showers
together."
Rogue inhaled deeply and decided that sooner or later she was going to have to leave her
hideout amongst the sugar and flour bags.
"Mornin', Swamp Rat. Will this work, Ororo?"
"That will be fine."
"Mornin', Rogue," his face was grave now, completely devoid of the smile he had just
given Ororo; his once luminous attitude had faded. Rogue shifted her gaze to Ororo, and noticed
the glare of frustration that she had fixated upon Remy.
"Ya really know how ta piss people off early in the mornin', doncha Swamp Rat?"
She held her breath as her words hung in the air. She had made the attempt that he had
tried earlier. There was nothing keeping the two from remaining friends. There was nothing that
said their interaction would lead to the development of romantic tension and hot, fiery sex. It was
a desperate attempt to try and mend what she could not fix before. She could be friends with
Remy, and still come home to Joseph at night. The glint in his eyes came back, and a small smirk
spread across his face.
"Ah don' know, Chere. It's you that's pissed most o' the time. Ah better go help Maggie.
She may not know how to use the soap." With a wink and a smile he got up from the chair and
sauntered up the stairs.
Rogue couldn't help but wonder to herself. A thousand thoughts whizzed in her brain
each second. Maybe they would be alright? Maybe it could just be that easy? But her thought
process was disturbed by Ororo telling her to stop daydreaming and get the freaking cantaloupe.
Joseph wandered in with Scott. He wore a pair of pressed khakis and a red sweater. Scott wore a
pair of pressed grey dockers and a blue sweater. Rogue decided that they had been hanging out
together too much.
"Love, what would you say to my traveling to the capital?"
"What?? WHY?" a sudden look of frenzy came across Rogue's face.
"I would like to go with Scott."
"No, Sugah, please?"
"I realize that you don't want me to participate. I realize that this will be dangerous. I
want to go. Jean, Hank and Ororo are also going. This protest and debate are for all of us. I
must partake. Anyway, my suitcase is already packed."
"Then Ah guess Ah don't get much of a say in the matter."
He gave her a tender kiss on the cheek and gracefully brushed his lips over her own.
"Our plane leaves at one."
by: Satine16
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Marvel! Please don't sue me! :)
With the dawn returned Rogue's normality. The many forces that clung and tore at her
soul the previous night halted their assault. She awoke to a crystal blue sky and yellow sun. As
she brushed the sleep from her eyes, she wandered to the open door and soundlessly closed it.
Her steps were silent and careful that morning, and she was weary not to wake Joseph as she
headed for the shower.
She crept towards the kitchen, attempting to make as little noise as humanly possible: god
forbid she wake Logan before he was good and ready to greet the daylight.
She entered the room-its sleepy blue tint of dawn and the smell of freshly brewed coffee
overwhelmed her. Yet when she caught a glimpse of Remy, a warm cup of coffee in his hand,
(black the way she always liked it) her jovial attitude ceased to exist.
"Mornin', Chere. Ya get a good night's sleep?"
She nodded and cast her glance downward as she wiggled her bare toes against the cold
tile. A brisk breeze came through the open window and she wrapped her black cardigan around
her shoulders.
"Have a sip. It'll warm ya up."
She carefully took the warm porcelain from his hand and she perched upon the stool
across from the anxious Cajun.
"Listen, Chere," he lifted her chin with his finger and thumb and met her dismayed green
eyes with a despondent gaze, "All Remy wants is your friendship. He don' wanna ruin what
you've got with Joe. Ah only wanna be able ta talk to that girl Ah knew before Ah left. Have
somebody to laugh with. Is that too much to ask?"
He had touched her. It was the first time that they had made contact without a barrier
between them. She slowly removed her had from her coffee cup and gingerly began to extend
her arm towards his stubble covered jaw. Yet something suddenly made her recoil, and the tears
began to stream down her cheeks.
"Yes, Remy. It is too much."
With that she turned and ran from the kitchen. She didn't stop running until she had
reached the library at the opposite side of the campus. The room was still uninhabited by a single
life force and only a few glimmers of the rising sunlight was able to creep in through the heavy
curtains. She collapsed against the heavy door and sank to the floor. She wept until she could no
longer get a breath of air into her lungs. It was simply too much.
After that Rogue made her best attempt to avoid Remy at every cost. It was a large
mansion and there was no reason that they would have to see each other. And for a few weeks
her plan was very successful, yet part of her missed seeing him. Part of her wanted to hear his
contagious laughter and to see his flirtatious smile.
Rogue was helping Ororo make breakfast, it was their turn for the week, and she heard
him slip in the room. She stayed hidden within the pantry as his smooth drawl filled the other
room.
"Mornin' ma belle."
"Good morning, Remy." He came up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist,
and kissed her softly on the neck. She, appalled by his actions, turned and shoved him away from
her.
"You smell like vodka. Go get in the shower, Remy."
"Ah will, 'Ro. But Maggie's still in there," a small smirk came across his face as he
caught her look of disapproval.
"Come on, Cherie, you know that the second you say the word, we'll take our showers
together."
Rogue inhaled deeply and decided that sooner or later she was going to have to leave her
hideout amongst the sugar and flour bags.
"Mornin', Swamp Rat. Will this work, Ororo?"
"That will be fine."
"Mornin', Rogue," his face was grave now, completely devoid of the smile he had just
given Ororo; his once luminous attitude had faded. Rogue shifted her gaze to Ororo, and noticed
the glare of frustration that she had fixated upon Remy.
"Ya really know how ta piss people off early in the mornin', doncha Swamp Rat?"
She held her breath as her words hung in the air. She had made the attempt that he had
tried earlier. There was nothing keeping the two from remaining friends. There was nothing that
said their interaction would lead to the development of romantic tension and hot, fiery sex. It was
a desperate attempt to try and mend what she could not fix before. She could be friends with
Remy, and still come home to Joseph at night. The glint in his eyes came back, and a small smirk
spread across his face.
"Ah don' know, Chere. It's you that's pissed most o' the time. Ah better go help Maggie.
She may not know how to use the soap." With a wink and a smile he got up from the chair and
sauntered up the stairs.
Rogue couldn't help but wonder to herself. A thousand thoughts whizzed in her brain
each second. Maybe they would be alright? Maybe it could just be that easy? But her thought
process was disturbed by Ororo telling her to stop daydreaming and get the freaking cantaloupe.
Joseph wandered in with Scott. He wore a pair of pressed khakis and a red sweater. Scott wore a
pair of pressed grey dockers and a blue sweater. Rogue decided that they had been hanging out
together too much.
"Love, what would you say to my traveling to the capital?"
"What?? WHY?" a sudden look of frenzy came across Rogue's face.
"I would like to go with Scott."
"No, Sugah, please?"
"I realize that you don't want me to participate. I realize that this will be dangerous. I
want to go. Jean, Hank and Ororo are also going. This protest and debate are for all of us. I
must partake. Anyway, my suitcase is already packed."
"Then Ah guess Ah don't get much of a say in the matter."
He gave her a tender kiss on the cheek and gracefully brushed his lips over her own.
"Our plane leaves at one."