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Remy sat in his room at the Acolytes head quarters and thought about the southern girl that had taken his card. He had spent that whole time wondering how she was doing with the mutants being 'out' and all. He had thought often of visiting her at the mansion but preferred to remain a small distance away. He was contemplating whether or not he should go to be near her again as he did every other night.
His heart won out because a little while later he found himself outside of the mansion. He knew that at night she would sneak out of the cubicle they now called their home to take a walk, it was a mistake the first time he saw her, he had just come to see if they were rebuilding by Magneto's order, he ended up making it his nightly ritual.
He took a sharp intake of breath when he saw her come into view. She was wearing a pair of black cotton sweats and a black tank top, no cover for her soft poisonous hands. He quietly followed her knowing she wouldn't be able to hear him. He was close behind her when she swiftly turned to find him there.
"How'd ya hear Remy chere?" Rogue just gulped and backed up a little, remembering his little 'card trick'.
"Ya ain't as quiet as ya think swamp rat, now what are ya doin' here?" Gambit shrugged and leaned back on part of the institute's wall that was still standing.
"Remy wanted ta see how da fille was doin'" He looked at her through devilish eyes, she had first been nervous around her brother's, but while her brothers were as readable as the sky, Remy's were mysterious and untrustworthy, or so she thought. He began to walk towards her and she found herself unable to move, as if controlled by the spell in his eyes. He touched her face and leaned towards her, he kissed her until her powers kicked in and then he left, slightly shaken. She stood there for a little while after he had gone.
***
The next morning Rogue woke up wondering if it was just a dream. She took out the cards she had brought to keep entertained and tried to stimulate its energy with whatever left over power she had. When she felt the card begin to sizzle with life she dropped it and put her head in her hands. She didn't want to care about anyone. No one had ever taken a look at the 'untouchable' before unless they hadn't known what she was, the only ones who touched her without a flinch was Kitty and her brother. Everyone else pitied her and she worried that perhaps Gambits sense of challenge was what drew him to her.
She was angered by this thought and took it out on her body as she scrubbed it hard with soap, turning it a shade of pink darker than her natural color, pulling on her clothes and painting the mask of 'loner' on her face she grabbed an apple and left to walk towards school. Her thoughts painfully focused on the Cajun man that had went to their home, for some odd reason.
***
Magneto stared at one of his best fighters in disgust. Remy had repeatedly messed up that day during the training sessions he constantly threw at them. The only reason Magneto didn't yell at the man was because Remy never failed at anything. He pulled him aside to find out what was wrong with him.
"It's nothing homme, Remy just thinkin' 'bout things." Magneto grunted and decided to accept the information for what it was, evasiveness, but he wouldn't pry.
"Leave your personal life personal Gambit. They have no place on the battle field." With that, he left the Cajun alone to fend for himself. Remy sighed and went up to his room, waiting till it was time for the girl to go to lunch. His favorite past time was to watch her as she ate her lunch under the shade of the trees, writing in a brown weathered notebook, he had assumed to be her journal. His heart lurched at the thought of her constant loneliness. Perhaps one day he could fill the ache in her heart but only if she let him in.
***
For some odd reason Rogue felt as if someone was near and every instinct in her told her it was him. She ran her fingers through her hair and continued to write.
He kissed me last night. I felt my heart soar. It was my first
one, no other dared to try. The last time I cared about anyone
was Cody and it ended up with him in a coma. Can I care again
and about my enemy? I don't know. I'm afraid. It's an
impossible dream, an impossible feeling that can never be full
filled. It's better to drop this charade and let go. The
professor has said he would try to help me, but he can only go
so far. And I refuse to put the swamp rat in a position were he
is with someone, he can never feel.
~Rogue
Remy dropped down from the tree he sat on when he saw her walk away. He wanted to catch up with her and stop her from going inside, to convince her in some way to leave with him, so they could escape the fact that they were on opposing sides, just to be together regardless of the circumstances, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't know how she would react. The night before she hadn't fought but she may have been half asleep. He decided to try again that night; if she wanted to she'd be out there.
***
Rogue looked over at her team mate and as she did every night, she touched her cheek without her gloves and took a little of her power, it sent her to semi consciousness but she wasn't hurt in the process. Tonight Rogue's reasons were different. It wasn't to get away from the house but to see if he was out there, perhaps waiting for her. It seemed like an impossible love. But she couldn't help herself. She needed to be loved and to love in return.
Others had confessed their feelings to her only to pull away when she mentioned her 'no touching' disease that the professor had come up with. Remy knew her problem; he knew that in the long run, she may never be able to touch anyone skin to skin. And yet he pursued her, all though quietly and never making a move until last night. She had always felt someone there, but never knew who it was until than.
Her heart began to beat rapidly and without hearing a foot step she knew he was there.
"Bonjour chere." She sighed when she felt his gloved hands on her bare shoulders. She refused to cover herself at night and made no exception for him, and it pleased her that he didn't ask her to, and just chose to work with the precautions himself. He wrapped his arms around her and she began to cry, for some reason feeling as if it was okay for her to do that with him, all right to allow the overwhelming urge to break down be let out in his arms.
Remy turned her around and wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him not whispering anything that would be a lie but telling her how he felt about her in his fluent French. His heart ached for hers. She didn't understand what he said, but confessing it was enough. He knew that this was an impossible relationship. There was no way he'd be accepted into her life.
He softly cried, his tears mixing with her hair though she knew nothing, felt nothing. His eyes were cleared from all tears he cried when she looked up at him and stared into his eyes. A ritual began that night. They would come out to just be together. No words needing to be exchanged, just an escape from their every day lives so that they could each be with the one person that they should never have fallen for.
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Remy sat in his room at the Acolytes head quarters and thought about the southern girl that had taken his card. He had spent that whole time wondering how she was doing with the mutants being 'out' and all. He had thought often of visiting her at the mansion but preferred to remain a small distance away. He was contemplating whether or not he should go to be near her again as he did every other night.
His heart won out because a little while later he found himself outside of the mansion. He knew that at night she would sneak out of the cubicle they now called their home to take a walk, it was a mistake the first time he saw her, he had just come to see if they were rebuilding by Magneto's order, he ended up making it his nightly ritual.
He took a sharp intake of breath when he saw her come into view. She was wearing a pair of black cotton sweats and a black tank top, no cover for her soft poisonous hands. He quietly followed her knowing she wouldn't be able to hear him. He was close behind her when she swiftly turned to find him there.
"How'd ya hear Remy chere?" Rogue just gulped and backed up a little, remembering his little 'card trick'.
"Ya ain't as quiet as ya think swamp rat, now what are ya doin' here?" Gambit shrugged and leaned back on part of the institute's wall that was still standing.
"Remy wanted ta see how da fille was doin'" He looked at her through devilish eyes, she had first been nervous around her brother's, but while her brothers were as readable as the sky, Remy's were mysterious and untrustworthy, or so she thought. He began to walk towards her and she found herself unable to move, as if controlled by the spell in his eyes. He touched her face and leaned towards her, he kissed her until her powers kicked in and then he left, slightly shaken. She stood there for a little while after he had gone.
***
The next morning Rogue woke up wondering if it was just a dream. She took out the cards she had brought to keep entertained and tried to stimulate its energy with whatever left over power she had. When she felt the card begin to sizzle with life she dropped it and put her head in her hands. She didn't want to care about anyone. No one had ever taken a look at the 'untouchable' before unless they hadn't known what she was, the only ones who touched her without a flinch was Kitty and her brother. Everyone else pitied her and she worried that perhaps Gambits sense of challenge was what drew him to her.
She was angered by this thought and took it out on her body as she scrubbed it hard with soap, turning it a shade of pink darker than her natural color, pulling on her clothes and painting the mask of 'loner' on her face she grabbed an apple and left to walk towards school. Her thoughts painfully focused on the Cajun man that had went to their home, for some odd reason.
***
Magneto stared at one of his best fighters in disgust. Remy had repeatedly messed up that day during the training sessions he constantly threw at them. The only reason Magneto didn't yell at the man was because Remy never failed at anything. He pulled him aside to find out what was wrong with him.
"It's nothing homme, Remy just thinkin' 'bout things." Magneto grunted and decided to accept the information for what it was, evasiveness, but he wouldn't pry.
"Leave your personal life personal Gambit. They have no place on the battle field." With that, he left the Cajun alone to fend for himself. Remy sighed and went up to his room, waiting till it was time for the girl to go to lunch. His favorite past time was to watch her as she ate her lunch under the shade of the trees, writing in a brown weathered notebook, he had assumed to be her journal. His heart lurched at the thought of her constant loneliness. Perhaps one day he could fill the ache in her heart but only if she let him in.
***
For some odd reason Rogue felt as if someone was near and every instinct in her told her it was him. She ran her fingers through her hair and continued to write.
He kissed me last night. I felt my heart soar. It was my first
one, no other dared to try. The last time I cared about anyone
was Cody and it ended up with him in a coma. Can I care again
and about my enemy? I don't know. I'm afraid. It's an
impossible dream, an impossible feeling that can never be full
filled. It's better to drop this charade and let go. The
professor has said he would try to help me, but he can only go
so far. And I refuse to put the swamp rat in a position were he
is with someone, he can never feel.
~Rogue
Remy dropped down from the tree he sat on when he saw her walk away. He wanted to catch up with her and stop her from going inside, to convince her in some way to leave with him, so they could escape the fact that they were on opposing sides, just to be together regardless of the circumstances, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't know how she would react. The night before she hadn't fought but she may have been half asleep. He decided to try again that night; if she wanted to she'd be out there.
***
Rogue looked over at her team mate and as she did every night, she touched her cheek without her gloves and took a little of her power, it sent her to semi consciousness but she wasn't hurt in the process. Tonight Rogue's reasons were different. It wasn't to get away from the house but to see if he was out there, perhaps waiting for her. It seemed like an impossible love. But she couldn't help herself. She needed to be loved and to love in return.
Others had confessed their feelings to her only to pull away when she mentioned her 'no touching' disease that the professor had come up with. Remy knew her problem; he knew that in the long run, she may never be able to touch anyone skin to skin. And yet he pursued her, all though quietly and never making a move until last night. She had always felt someone there, but never knew who it was until than.
Her heart began to beat rapidly and without hearing a foot step she knew he was there.
"Bonjour chere." She sighed when she felt his gloved hands on her bare shoulders. She refused to cover herself at night and made no exception for him, and it pleased her that he didn't ask her to, and just chose to work with the precautions himself. He wrapped his arms around her and she began to cry, for some reason feeling as if it was okay for her to do that with him, all right to allow the overwhelming urge to break down be let out in his arms.
Remy turned her around and wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him not whispering anything that would be a lie but telling her how he felt about her in his fluent French. His heart ached for hers. She didn't understand what he said, but confessing it was enough. He knew that this was an impossible relationship. There was no way he'd be accepted into her life.
He softly cried, his tears mixing with her hair though she knew nothing, felt nothing. His eyes were cleared from all tears he cried when she looked up at him and stared into his eyes. A ritual began that night. They would come out to just be together. No words needing to be exchanged, just an escape from their every day lives so that they could each be with the one person that they should never have fallen for.
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