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The Stranger I learned to Love Before I met you... We where strangers... You and I... In our own worlds Time passed But one time In the middle of war That day we met Time stood still You keep on bugging me You never gave up You follow me Where ever I...go Then one day I finally gave you the chance To be my...friend Every night I dream of you You understood me like no one else You care for me And most of all You love me... Every time I hear your voice My heart skips a beat You opened my eyes to the world of romance You find ways To let me feel your...touch I would always Remember the day On how I met That stranger Whom I learned to love Gothic - Rogue Lebue
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He was a stranger to her, she knew nothing of him, nothing of his past or of the life he lived now. She couldn't understand what had linked their minds and hearts together to the point of not being able to discern her own thoughts from his. But she felt him and knew him before he ever appeared and before he would ever tell.
Rogue was sitting on the grass waiting for her nightly visit from the Cajun man that had as if from thin air walked into her life. She felt warm arms wrap around her and leaned into his body, his familiar scent drawing her more near. She turned around and looked into his eyes and for a moment saw something that made her tremble to her bones.
She didn't know what to think, or what to say. There was something wrong. He leaned in and kissed her on her lips, quickly so as not to ignite her power, but the second time more deeply. Rogue tried as hard as she could to ward off her mutation and it worked for a little while, but her inexperience at it allowed it to return and in her mind she knew what he was going to do.
"Why?" She whispered. Gambits red eyes filled with tears but he held them back. He couldn't show any emotion. He prayed she wouldn't break down because he would risk everything if he saw tears come out of her eyes.
He looked at her features and memorized them. The cleft of her chin, the defiant expression that often met him on those nights and those large eyes. Eyes that represented courage and beauty and an unknown peace.
She watched as he looked at her, and she began to cry. Remy held her until she was spent and her exhaustion took a toll on her body. He laid her softly on the ground and took off his trench coat, laying it over her.
He sat on a tree limb till dawn, waiting for her to wake up. His lips trembled as he saw her take in her surroundings when she awoke and than at the only thing she would have left of him. He watched her put the trench to her face and breathe in his scent. She cried violently. Little did she know that he cried with her.
That was how the others found her, lying on the floor with his trench in her hands. He had escaped when he saw the one they called 'The Wolverine' sniff the air, picking up his scent. He wouldn't ever return. He could never return. She needed to find herself and he wouldn't have been able to let her breathe.
He left that night, intent on never returning. His heart always thinking of her, always clinging to her. He never would go back, that was his plan. But Fate dealt him different cards. What Fate held battled every thing he had ever achieved up to that point.
The Stranger I learned to Love Before I met you... We where strangers... You and I... In our own worlds Time passed But one time In the middle of war That day we met Time stood still You keep on bugging me You never gave up You follow me Where ever I...go Then one day I finally gave you the chance To be my...friend Every night I dream of you You understood me like no one else You care for me And most of all You love me... Every time I hear your voice My heart skips a beat You opened my eyes to the world of romance You find ways To let me feel your...touch I would always Remember the day On how I met That stranger Whom I learned to love Gothic - Rogue Lebue
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He was a stranger to her, she knew nothing of him, nothing of his past or of the life he lived now. She couldn't understand what had linked their minds and hearts together to the point of not being able to discern her own thoughts from his. But she felt him and knew him before he ever appeared and before he would ever tell.
Rogue was sitting on the grass waiting for her nightly visit from the Cajun man that had as if from thin air walked into her life. She felt warm arms wrap around her and leaned into his body, his familiar scent drawing her more near. She turned around and looked into his eyes and for a moment saw something that made her tremble to her bones.
She didn't know what to think, or what to say. There was something wrong. He leaned in and kissed her on her lips, quickly so as not to ignite her power, but the second time more deeply. Rogue tried as hard as she could to ward off her mutation and it worked for a little while, but her inexperience at it allowed it to return and in her mind she knew what he was going to do.
"Why?" She whispered. Gambits red eyes filled with tears but he held them back. He couldn't show any emotion. He prayed she wouldn't break down because he would risk everything if he saw tears come out of her eyes.
He looked at her features and memorized them. The cleft of her chin, the defiant expression that often met him on those nights and those large eyes. Eyes that represented courage and beauty and an unknown peace.
She watched as he looked at her, and she began to cry. Remy held her until she was spent and her exhaustion took a toll on her body. He laid her softly on the ground and took off his trench coat, laying it over her.
He sat on a tree limb till dawn, waiting for her to wake up. His lips trembled as he saw her take in her surroundings when she awoke and than at the only thing she would have left of him. He watched her put the trench to her face and breathe in his scent. She cried violently. Little did she know that he cried with her.
That was how the others found her, lying on the floor with his trench in her hands. He had escaped when he saw the one they called 'The Wolverine' sniff the air, picking up his scent. He wouldn't ever return. He could never return. She needed to find herself and he wouldn't have been able to let her breathe.
He left that night, intent on never returning. His heart always thinking of her, always clinging to her. He never would go back, that was his plan. But Fate dealt him different cards. What Fate held battled every thing he had ever achieved up to that point.