Title: The Blood of Roses
by: Satine16
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, and I simply write for fun. Characters of property of Marvel!
The song is Breathing by Lifehouse and I don't own that either! Please do not attempt to harm
me!
Author's Note: I wanted to apologize for taking so long to post this chapter. The reason it has
taken so long is that I originally had another song incorporated in an entirely different context,
yet when I heard this I knew that it would be perfect and restructured the chapter. So enjoy!
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Remy LeBeau shot in and out of traffic as he headed back towards the mansion. He had
so much to do that day, yet he was unable to tear his thoughts away from her soft skin and the
way she tasted. Like strawberries and honey. He had forgotten what it was to be truly consumed
by an individual, and the welcome feeling washed over him again sweetly. It seemed as though
his existence had changed in the flash of a moment.
I'm finding my way back to sanity again
Though I don't really know what I'm gonna do when I get there
They had been on this roller coaster before, and it had never gone well. But that had
never inhibited his love for her. The complications had never been strong enough to intimidate
and frustrate him into fully abandoning her. Even when he had left New York, his heart still
remained in Westchester. Every time the two met a spark would fly and something would
happen, for better or for worse. Remy cherished every minute. He had never known a woman
with as much fire and heart. He had now fallen forever into her.
I take a breath and hold on tight
Spin around one more time
And gracefully fall back to the arms of grace
He continued to gain speed as he went on. The sky was a lustrous array of aqua, lavender
and pink as the red sun faded in the distance. The hours were pressing on and every minute was
dear to him, and he was still miles away. He desperately wanted to hold her in his arms again,
wanted to hear her soft voice in his ear, wanted to love her in the best possible way.
Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying
Even if you don't wanna speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door
And listen to you breathing
It's where I wanna be, yeah
Where I wanna be
Joseph had returned that afternoon while Remy was out. He had brought her a bouquet of
white roses, and she smiled as she accepted them. He immediately insisted that they be placed in
water, and disposing of Remy's slightly older blossoms, inserted his own in the crystal vase. She
had been happy to see him return, yet she could not say that all her enthusiasm was real. It
seemed to her that the raw individual that she had placed before Remy, fled at Joseph's return.
The flesh was shrouded in cashmere and lipstick. That night as Joseph finished unpacking, she
stripped away her makeup and stared at her bare face in the mirror. She could see the small scar
on her chin again, the one that Remy had kissed the night before. The one he had loved.
I'm looking past the shadows in my mind into the truth
And I'm trying to identify the voices in my head
Joseph kissed her as he slipped under the sheets next to her. It was mild and bland, like a
WonderBread sandwich. She tightly shut her eyes and turned on her side in a desperate attempt
to wash away the room. Yet when she opened her eyes later on all she saw was the same moonlit
room, and she heard the dragging sounds of Joseph's heavy breathing.
God I wish, won't you
Let me feel one more time what if feels like to feel
And break these calluses off me one more time
She slipped down to find Remy's room empty and peeked into the garage to see that his
bike was still missing. Her heart sank as if it had been filled with gravel, and she slowly padded
up the stairs to return to her bedroom. The distant sound of a bike pulling down the street, up the
driveway and into the garage made her smile. But the sudden flicker of light in her bedroom
snapped her back to this reality and she darted up the steps.
Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying
Even if you don't wanna speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside of your door
And listen to you breathing
Its where I wanna be, yeah
Remy came into the house and headed up the stairs two at a time. Every bone in his body
was aching for her. He pulled off his leather jacket and swung it over his shoulder as he raised
his hand to knock on her bedroom door.
Oh I don't want a thing from you
Bet you're tired of me waiting for
The scraps to fall off of your table to the ground
Cause I just wanna be here now
He halted as he heard the voices. Joseph was home.
Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying
Even if you don't wanna speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door
And listen to you breathing
Its where I wanna be, ye
Where I wanna be
Remy listened intently at the door as Rogue and Joseph spoke.
"Love, I wanted to wait til dinner tomorrow, but I simply can't. I felt you leave for a
glass of water and seized the moment."
"Joseph, what the..."
Before she was allowed to finish, Joseph fell to his one knee and opened the aquamarine
Tiffany & Co. box to reveal a shining diamond. All the air in Rogue's lungs had escaped and she
stood motionless, her mouth agape.
"Joe, Ah....Ah don't know what to say.'
"Say yes. Say you'll marry me."
"Ah, Ah..."
Yet she wasn't even aloud to formulate an honest answer, and Joseph had slipped the ring
onto her polished finger before even receiving one. All of her thoughts whizzed throughout her
mind and speech was suddenly impalpable. Joseph lifted her into his arms and a strange
numbness seized her body, while Remy tore at her mind.
He had slid to the floor in horror as the scene unfolded, and now crouched with his back
to her door and his head in his hands. The sounds from the room tormented him and the only
comfort available was the bitter silence and subtle creaking of the woodwork.
Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying
Even if you don't wanna speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door
And listen to you breathing
Its where I wanna be, yeah
Where I wanna be
by: Satine16
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, and I simply write for fun. Characters of property of Marvel!
The song is Breathing by Lifehouse and I don't own that either! Please do not attempt to harm
me!
Author's Note: I wanted to apologize for taking so long to post this chapter. The reason it has
taken so long is that I originally had another song incorporated in an entirely different context,
yet when I heard this I knew that it would be perfect and restructured the chapter. So enjoy!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Remy LeBeau shot in and out of traffic as he headed back towards the mansion. He had
so much to do that day, yet he was unable to tear his thoughts away from her soft skin and the
way she tasted. Like strawberries and honey. He had forgotten what it was to be truly consumed
by an individual, and the welcome feeling washed over him again sweetly. It seemed as though
his existence had changed in the flash of a moment.
I'm finding my way back to sanity again
Though I don't really know what I'm gonna do when I get there
They had been on this roller coaster before, and it had never gone well. But that had
never inhibited his love for her. The complications had never been strong enough to intimidate
and frustrate him into fully abandoning her. Even when he had left New York, his heart still
remained in Westchester. Every time the two met a spark would fly and something would
happen, for better or for worse. Remy cherished every minute. He had never known a woman
with as much fire and heart. He had now fallen forever into her.
I take a breath and hold on tight
Spin around one more time
And gracefully fall back to the arms of grace
He continued to gain speed as he went on. The sky was a lustrous array of aqua, lavender
and pink as the red sun faded in the distance. The hours were pressing on and every minute was
dear to him, and he was still miles away. He desperately wanted to hold her in his arms again,
wanted to hear her soft voice in his ear, wanted to love her in the best possible way.
Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying
Even if you don't wanna speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door
And listen to you breathing
It's where I wanna be, yeah
Where I wanna be
Joseph had returned that afternoon while Remy was out. He had brought her a bouquet of
white roses, and she smiled as she accepted them. He immediately insisted that they be placed in
water, and disposing of Remy's slightly older blossoms, inserted his own in the crystal vase. She
had been happy to see him return, yet she could not say that all her enthusiasm was real. It
seemed to her that the raw individual that she had placed before Remy, fled at Joseph's return.
The flesh was shrouded in cashmere and lipstick. That night as Joseph finished unpacking, she
stripped away her makeup and stared at her bare face in the mirror. She could see the small scar
on her chin again, the one that Remy had kissed the night before. The one he had loved.
I'm looking past the shadows in my mind into the truth
And I'm trying to identify the voices in my head
Joseph kissed her as he slipped under the sheets next to her. It was mild and bland, like a
WonderBread sandwich. She tightly shut her eyes and turned on her side in a desperate attempt
to wash away the room. Yet when she opened her eyes later on all she saw was the same moonlit
room, and she heard the dragging sounds of Joseph's heavy breathing.
God I wish, won't you
Let me feel one more time what if feels like to feel
And break these calluses off me one more time
She slipped down to find Remy's room empty and peeked into the garage to see that his
bike was still missing. Her heart sank as if it had been filled with gravel, and she slowly padded
up the stairs to return to her bedroom. The distant sound of a bike pulling down the street, up the
driveway and into the garage made her smile. But the sudden flicker of light in her bedroom
snapped her back to this reality and she darted up the steps.
Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying
Even if you don't wanna speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside of your door
And listen to you breathing
Its where I wanna be, yeah
Remy came into the house and headed up the stairs two at a time. Every bone in his body
was aching for her. He pulled off his leather jacket and swung it over his shoulder as he raised
his hand to knock on her bedroom door.
Oh I don't want a thing from you
Bet you're tired of me waiting for
The scraps to fall off of your table to the ground
Cause I just wanna be here now
He halted as he heard the voices. Joseph was home.
Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying
Even if you don't wanna speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door
And listen to you breathing
Its where I wanna be, ye
Where I wanna be
Remy listened intently at the door as Rogue and Joseph spoke.
"Love, I wanted to wait til dinner tomorrow, but I simply can't. I felt you leave for a
glass of water and seized the moment."
"Joseph, what the..."
Before she was allowed to finish, Joseph fell to his one knee and opened the aquamarine
Tiffany & Co. box to reveal a shining diamond. All the air in Rogue's lungs had escaped and she
stood motionless, her mouth agape.
"Joe, Ah....Ah don't know what to say.'
"Say yes. Say you'll marry me."
"Ah, Ah..."
Yet she wasn't even aloud to formulate an honest answer, and Joseph had slipped the ring
onto her polished finger before even receiving one. All of her thoughts whizzed throughout her
mind and speech was suddenly impalpable. Joseph lifted her into his arms and a strange
numbness seized her body, while Remy tore at her mind.
He had slid to the floor in horror as the scene unfolded, and now crouched with his back
to her door and his head in his hands. The sounds from the room tormented him and the only
comfort available was the bitter silence and subtle creaking of the woodwork.
Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying
Even if you don't wanna speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door
And listen to you breathing
Its where I wanna be, yeah
Where I wanna be