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BLOOD ROSES BAL
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It was around eight at night and the black night sky showed no stars, presaging a storm brewing. Rogue couldn't less care. She was staring quite openly at the reception building with shiny eyes. Nothing could acutely describe it.
This kind of thing only happened in Disney's movies or in romance novels. Her prince charming would be standing at the top of the stairs dressed in black with his usual devilish grin and intense eyes waiting for her.
But of course, Remy wasn't there.
In spite of his absence, she still felt like she was in a dream. She put a foot on the first stair in reassurance and balance then got the strength to climb the fourteen other marble stairs.
At both extremities of the stairs, on top and bottom, stood an immense vase with deep red roses filling it. The whole mansion was made of marble and beautifully carved grey stones. Bereft of any greenery, it looked hostile, yet screamed of luxury and unknown fantasies. Huge roman columns flanked the opened doors. Inside, more stairs led to the reception room. Again, the princess emotion of luxury crept up to Rogue making her gasp inwardly. The narrow stairs were covered in burgundy velvet. From the floor to the ceiling rose arches intertwined with red roses. The only dim light that showed the way came from the opening at the top of the stars.
The ambience of darkness that surrounded her made her more aware of the lack Remy's absence was making. Of course, Jake was holding her arm but it wasn't the same.
He had tried to change her mind before she had left. He had tried so hard but still, she wanted this. Wanted it so much. A southern bitchy mutant never came across such an opportunity. In fact, she never had anything so luxurious in her whole life. She knew it, her family knew it, Remy knew it : she never had an easy life with her shape-shifting terrorist mother, her cursed mutation and her loneliness. This was something new that every girl needed to feel and see once in her life. An essential make believe. And even if she never was the girly type or the dreamy type, she still needed those sensations that came whenever you found something valuable to you. Like a mundane bal...or like Remy. Such a precious gift to her.
This place reminded her of him. Clouded mystery, dark luxury, sultry charms. It also made her realise how much she would have loved to share this night with him. Tears threatened to spill yet again. It was amazing how one event could do this to one's sensitivity.
As much as she was enjoying the night, she still had to keep in mind that this bal wasn't sorely for her. She needed to collect information about this medallion. See if Remy would be found dead in the morning or something. She smiled weakly at her own stupid joke. This whole matter was simply too messed up. She had found Remy and now she feared for his safety...because of his own family.
She had to admit that coming to this bal wasn't the cleverest idea she had had. A selfish reason to boot. The simple word of "bal" had made her come. The medallion was an excuse and so was the fact that she would meet Remy's family or what he considered as such. She wasn't here to be a secret agent, to spy on people. She wasn't here to resolve conflicts between Remy and his family or between the Thieves Guild and the Rippers. She wasn't here to investigate over some emblem that was the medallion.
She was here for herself.
As soon as they entered the room, a groom fetched her coat, showing off her emerald dress. She was acutely aware of her bare back and shoulders and her low cleavage. However, this was her moment. Hers. Everything was permitted.
By habit, she took all the details in. Tables were scattered around the room in an elegant circle, leaving the guest to roam the room in the centre. Rose vases had been placed on each white covered table with fine silverware. Blood red drapes fell from the ceiling to the floor, partially hiding the high windows. Balconies were barely visible through them, though they still stayed accessible. The sole light came from a suspended chandelier, which cast the room in a play of light and shadows. People glamorously clothed were discussing between them in little groups dispersed around the reception room. Others were making their way to the dance floor, were a classic band was playing a valse.
Dark and luxurious. No other words for it.
Rogue smiled at this dream come true and followed Jake throughout the crowd unaware of the red fiery eyes intent on her.
OOO
Even in her daze of girly dreams, she hadn't forgotten what she had told Remy she was here to do. And so she did. She spotted Jean-Luc from Remy's description. As soon as she did, he also noted her presence. He made his way to them and greeted her.
"Jake, Rogue." How did he actually know her name? She didn't have a clue. Must be something having to do with thieving.
Jake introduced them correctly since he was wasn't aware Rogue knew the man who was standing in front of them. Unaware of him though, Rogue and Jean- Luc were both proceeding to an evaluation of the enemy. Eye to eye contact was always a great door to one's character. As Jake finished the introduction, Rogue knew for a certainty that Jean-Luc meant no good.
"Ah heard that y'arh a great jewellery collector..."
"I am, especially massive gold jewellery. Have y' perchance a slight knowledge concerning them?"
"Ah do actually. Ah've had a great tutor." Rogue didn't miss a heartbeat to the under meaning of their conversation.
"Oh, well, I had a good pupil once too, now he's no good. He threw his life away for some southerner with rare mutant abilities...I hope that when y' do find a rare piece, y'll let me know." He spotted someone and made as if to leave.
"Ah will, of course...Mr. Lebeau? Southern change is good." She smirked at him while he made his way towards someone else.
Jake next to her seemed bewildered. "What was that all about?"
"Just some common acquaintance. Wanna dance ?"
OOO
He had tried to dissuade her. He truly did. Even blackmail hadn't worked.
He was standing on the edge. On the edge of a huge precipice with the name- tag "Love in danger". He didn't like one bit. For God's sake, Rogue was standing in front of the building, ready to enter at any moment. For the moment though she simply seemed to stare in wonder at the place. Of course it was imposing, of course it was decorated with blood roses...but it was hostile too. She didn't looked to mind though. Trust Rogue to head into danger without a thought. She was crazy like that.
But as a result, he was racked by nervousness.
First he had stolen this medallion.
A worthless medallion to boot. As a thief, Remy had never wondered about what he stole. It was part of the job : dissociate from the thefts. Or else you were compromised. Now was no change. He couldn't care less what happened to the object. What mattered to him was the recipient of his theft, or more commonly known as Jean-Luc, his adopted father.
Of course, one would wonder at his own stupidity. Wasn't his fault in the first place that he had been disowned and kicked out of a life he knew so well and which he didn't want to leave. Yes. So why was he bothered and frustrated by his father?
He truly didn't know. Maybe he hadn't gotten over the fact that all that he had known had been taken away from him in less than a week. As a mutant, his father had shun him. As a murderer he had shun him again. Maybe had he hoped against all odes that Jean-Luc would have forgiven him again. But it was not to be.
When he'd come back to Rogue, going back in New Orleans was the farthest idea from his mind. His father had looked to that. His life was now in Bayville, not particularly with the X-men, but more with a green-eyed southerner. He wanted nothing to do with his father.
But then, why did he dreamed of the Thieves Guild's fall? Hadn't he made a cross over his family? But then again, he wasn't including Jean-Luc in his definition of family. He was rather thinking about Henri, Jake and Tante Mattie. Jean-Luc wasn't a part of it. The man had raised him, certainly. He had showed him a living, not an honest one but one that suited him.
He had used him as a mutant thieving weapon.
His body hidden behind a roman column, Remy kept playing with the medallion in his hand. This stupid trinket wasn't worth any of his time. Taken on a moment of recklessness, he already regretted deeply his rash action. First because Rogue was in there because of him and second because he was stuck with it.
"Y' might as well use it, Lebeau." He reported suddenly his attention to the love of his life looking dazedly around her.
"Aren't y' supposed to look grim and affected by all that is goin' around you petite?" Truly the girl never seized to amaze him.
And this phenomenon was second on his list of nervousness but first in priority. She was going to meet his father. His hateful knowing father. He knew Rogue was more than a match for him but it didn't seem to imprint on his brain. He knew she wanted to do this in part for him but he actually didn't need any further information about the medallion. He had let her go because she simply wanted to attend.
When she crossed the door, he left his post and made his way on the side of the building. On each wing stood high balconies. With the help of his bo staff and ivies clinging to the stone wall, he gracefully swung up, landing smoothly on both feet. Here, concealed by the drapes on the windows and the shadows that presented the moon and naves that were carved into the building, he was perfectly invisible, even for ones that adventured outside to take a break from the festivities inside.
He saw Rogue emerge from the corridor and concealed himself further on instinct. He was aware that doing so might not hide him though. He hadn't wanted to take any risks that she might sense him but being here, with the connection they shared, it was inevitable. He just hoped that it wouldn't be until the end of the bal. She had wanted to attend this bal so much, he didn't want to shake her out of her dreamy state.
However, his emotions broke loose when he saw her. She had discarded her coat at the entry and stood talking with his father. If he was still good at his job, he could tell they weren't very pleased with each other. In fact, Rogue's body language screamed tense violence. The poor Jake stood in the middle of the verbal confrontation that was talking place without a clue on his face as to what was going on.
But it wasn't that that made him jump. No. Rogue was half naked. Half naked was probably too strong a word but the fact was that much skin was showing off. Her emerald dress clung perfectly to her every curves and opened outrageously at the back and front. Her hair was intrinsically intertwined on the top of her hair while white and soft tendrils of hair clung to her slender neck. A pair of long white opera gloves and a gold pendant with an emerald finished the look.
What could he say, she looked too damn lickable.
But the skin bothered him.
Remy looked on intently has the conversation went on inside. He saw his father leave and Jake put a hand on the small of Rogue's back. On the small of Rogue's bare back. Fury unleashed itself inside of him. His whole body tensed up and his fists balled. His eyes were glowing flames.
She had lied to him. She could touch and she hadn't told him.
She had claimed that he was the one who hid all of his secrets... What a fool he had been. He had told her everything, memories that he was the only one to know about, memories that hurt when they came out...and he did it all out of love for her. For her.
She could read him like an opened book, she knew all of his doubts, hurts, love. All about his bad habits, his family, his control over his powers.
He knew all of her hurts and loves, all of her bad habits and family. But not her doubts and her control over her powers.
If her powers had been something as tiny as firecrackers at the end of her fingers, he wouldn't have mind so much (well maybe)...but this! It was what kept them together apart. With her control, he could have kissed her, touched her, made love to her. But it didn't seem like she wanted too.
He was a pervert, granted. But a pervert for her, the woman he loved. Had she told him that she wanted to wait, he would have obliged. He had never wanted to press her. The truth was that touch mattered, but the connection between them was of a greater importance.
He was furious at her for not telling him. On the other hand, she probably had good reasons not too. The lack of trust was killing him. Nothing she could ever have done could have hurt as much as this. She didn't trust him.
What a fool he had been. He had trusted Jean-Luc. He had trusted Belle. He had trusted Magneto...well, maybe not. He had trusted in a lot of people...to no good. And now, he had trusted her...to no good again.
His heart broke at this moment, unable to bear the pain and hurt he was going through at the realisation that his true love wasn't true.
OOO
Rogue's head whipped around, looking out at the balconies. She sensed him. He hurt and it was all that mattered.
She detangle herself from Jake abruptly, leaving him off to fend for himself in the middle of the dance floor and made her way to the crystal doors.
Inside, the light was scarce. Outside it was nonexistent. Making sure nobody else was taking a night scroll out on the balcony, she whispered his name a few times.
The hurt was definitely there, but the man in question was not. As she decided to leave the reception to go look after him, she turned around towards the door and jumped three feet in the air. She hadn't counted on Remy to materialize so suddenly behind her.
He looked like he had been through hell and back. His lips were sealed tight and his jaw was tense. His eyes...my god, his eyes were crimson red, murderous and hurt. She could see through them the love and the pain.
She took a short in-breath at the sight, concern stretched on her face. "What...?"
His hand shut up and gently cupped her face, cutting her off. His thumb slide under her eye caressing her cheek.
He opened his mouth, closed it. Finally, a single word escaped his lips. "Why?"
Gentle but violent at the same time, it made her realised what he had just done. He had touched her bare skin...and she hadn't even told him beforehand.
Desperately, she tried to grab his shirt to prevent him from escaping and leaving her. But it was useless, he already had.
He had left her.
She couldn't sense him anymore. He had shut her out in some way unknown to her.
She had always despised tears. At this moment though, she welcomed them. She needed to drown her pain.
Jake came out behind her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder, which made her sob all the more. Remy was supposed to be the one touching her. She shouldn't have waited.
OOO
I'm kind of proud of Remy's emotional part...gees, isn't he cute? Another thing, I've focused on the Romyness here because I can't stand the freaking medallion...and really who blames me, Romy rocks!
By the way, I'm not really sure about the title : Blood Roses Bal...does it sound weird to you English guys? Because I sure know in my French one it sounds bizarre...
Anyway, I don't have anything else to say so here are the shoutouts!
A general one to start off : YOU ARE ALL PERVS! The announcement about the higher rating made all of you dance from joy...my, my. ;)
Enchantedlight : the medallion doesn't truly mean anything...it'll just get the Guilds to want him dead...Mwahahaha!
Silver Ink : are you over Jean's photo? I hope you recovered from it...We should find a name for our club, you know, maybe "X-on-Jean"... meaning a cross on Jean...What a bad pun...X-Jean...X-genes...ah well, I tried!
Ms. Rogue Lebeau : interesting? Quite...I hope )
Ish-ish : Rogue is in a lot of trouble in fact...now she has to find him, right? And she doesn't have control over the power of the people in her head...so bad trip indeed.
Star-of-Chaos : About your review...Remy isn't the only perv ;) Joking. Anyway, I'm still trying to come up with a conjuring chant that will bring Remy forth...(sighs) Hope it'll work...
TheRealMai : And there you have your answer! I couldn't just let Rogue tell him right at the beginning, where's the fun in that?
DemonRogue13: hope it still is a good story so far ;)
Lady Farevay : I love you, I love you, I love you! I declare my undying love for you! Okay, this is scary, I'll calm down a bit. ;) The medallion isn't really worth anything, it's just like a Rippers cult object...so no big deal ;) Mwahahaha.
RoguesHeart : Here's for my most insane (but loved) reviewer (throws a rock at you) for not reviewing last chapter. ;)
Weapon X 61 : "really really good"... oh my, thanks!
It was around eight at night and the black night sky showed no stars, presaging a storm brewing. Rogue couldn't less care. She was staring quite openly at the reception building with shiny eyes. Nothing could acutely describe it.
This kind of thing only happened in Disney's movies or in romance novels. Her prince charming would be standing at the top of the stairs dressed in black with his usual devilish grin and intense eyes waiting for her.
But of course, Remy wasn't there.
In spite of his absence, she still felt like she was in a dream. She put a foot on the first stair in reassurance and balance then got the strength to climb the fourteen other marble stairs.
At both extremities of the stairs, on top and bottom, stood an immense vase with deep red roses filling it. The whole mansion was made of marble and beautifully carved grey stones. Bereft of any greenery, it looked hostile, yet screamed of luxury and unknown fantasies. Huge roman columns flanked the opened doors. Inside, more stairs led to the reception room. Again, the princess emotion of luxury crept up to Rogue making her gasp inwardly. The narrow stairs were covered in burgundy velvet. From the floor to the ceiling rose arches intertwined with red roses. The only dim light that showed the way came from the opening at the top of the stars.
The ambience of darkness that surrounded her made her more aware of the lack Remy's absence was making. Of course, Jake was holding her arm but it wasn't the same.
He had tried to change her mind before she had left. He had tried so hard but still, she wanted this. Wanted it so much. A southern bitchy mutant never came across such an opportunity. In fact, she never had anything so luxurious in her whole life. She knew it, her family knew it, Remy knew it : she never had an easy life with her shape-shifting terrorist mother, her cursed mutation and her loneliness. This was something new that every girl needed to feel and see once in her life. An essential make believe. And even if she never was the girly type or the dreamy type, she still needed those sensations that came whenever you found something valuable to you. Like a mundane bal...or like Remy. Such a precious gift to her.
This place reminded her of him. Clouded mystery, dark luxury, sultry charms. It also made her realise how much she would have loved to share this night with him. Tears threatened to spill yet again. It was amazing how one event could do this to one's sensitivity.
As much as she was enjoying the night, she still had to keep in mind that this bal wasn't sorely for her. She needed to collect information about this medallion. See if Remy would be found dead in the morning or something. She smiled weakly at her own stupid joke. This whole matter was simply too messed up. She had found Remy and now she feared for his safety...because of his own family.
She had to admit that coming to this bal wasn't the cleverest idea she had had. A selfish reason to boot. The simple word of "bal" had made her come. The medallion was an excuse and so was the fact that she would meet Remy's family or what he considered as such. She wasn't here to be a secret agent, to spy on people. She wasn't here to resolve conflicts between Remy and his family or between the Thieves Guild and the Rippers. She wasn't here to investigate over some emblem that was the medallion.
She was here for herself.
As soon as they entered the room, a groom fetched her coat, showing off her emerald dress. She was acutely aware of her bare back and shoulders and her low cleavage. However, this was her moment. Hers. Everything was permitted.
By habit, she took all the details in. Tables were scattered around the room in an elegant circle, leaving the guest to roam the room in the centre. Rose vases had been placed on each white covered table with fine silverware. Blood red drapes fell from the ceiling to the floor, partially hiding the high windows. Balconies were barely visible through them, though they still stayed accessible. The sole light came from a suspended chandelier, which cast the room in a play of light and shadows. People glamorously clothed were discussing between them in little groups dispersed around the reception room. Others were making their way to the dance floor, were a classic band was playing a valse.
Dark and luxurious. No other words for it.
Rogue smiled at this dream come true and followed Jake throughout the crowd unaware of the red fiery eyes intent on her.
OOO
Even in her daze of girly dreams, she hadn't forgotten what she had told Remy she was here to do. And so she did. She spotted Jean-Luc from Remy's description. As soon as she did, he also noted her presence. He made his way to them and greeted her.
"Jake, Rogue." How did he actually know her name? She didn't have a clue. Must be something having to do with thieving.
Jake introduced them correctly since he was wasn't aware Rogue knew the man who was standing in front of them. Unaware of him though, Rogue and Jean- Luc were both proceeding to an evaluation of the enemy. Eye to eye contact was always a great door to one's character. As Jake finished the introduction, Rogue knew for a certainty that Jean-Luc meant no good.
"Ah heard that y'arh a great jewellery collector..."
"I am, especially massive gold jewellery. Have y' perchance a slight knowledge concerning them?"
"Ah do actually. Ah've had a great tutor." Rogue didn't miss a heartbeat to the under meaning of their conversation.
"Oh, well, I had a good pupil once too, now he's no good. He threw his life away for some southerner with rare mutant abilities...I hope that when y' do find a rare piece, y'll let me know." He spotted someone and made as if to leave.
"Ah will, of course...Mr. Lebeau? Southern change is good." She smirked at him while he made his way towards someone else.
Jake next to her seemed bewildered. "What was that all about?"
"Just some common acquaintance. Wanna dance ?"
OOO
He had tried to dissuade her. He truly did. Even blackmail hadn't worked.
He was standing on the edge. On the edge of a huge precipice with the name- tag "Love in danger". He didn't like one bit. For God's sake, Rogue was standing in front of the building, ready to enter at any moment. For the moment though she simply seemed to stare in wonder at the place. Of course it was imposing, of course it was decorated with blood roses...but it was hostile too. She didn't looked to mind though. Trust Rogue to head into danger without a thought. She was crazy like that.
But as a result, he was racked by nervousness.
First he had stolen this medallion.
A worthless medallion to boot. As a thief, Remy had never wondered about what he stole. It was part of the job : dissociate from the thefts. Or else you were compromised. Now was no change. He couldn't care less what happened to the object. What mattered to him was the recipient of his theft, or more commonly known as Jean-Luc, his adopted father.
Of course, one would wonder at his own stupidity. Wasn't his fault in the first place that he had been disowned and kicked out of a life he knew so well and which he didn't want to leave. Yes. So why was he bothered and frustrated by his father?
He truly didn't know. Maybe he hadn't gotten over the fact that all that he had known had been taken away from him in less than a week. As a mutant, his father had shun him. As a murderer he had shun him again. Maybe had he hoped against all odes that Jean-Luc would have forgiven him again. But it was not to be.
When he'd come back to Rogue, going back in New Orleans was the farthest idea from his mind. His father had looked to that. His life was now in Bayville, not particularly with the X-men, but more with a green-eyed southerner. He wanted nothing to do with his father.
But then, why did he dreamed of the Thieves Guild's fall? Hadn't he made a cross over his family? But then again, he wasn't including Jean-Luc in his definition of family. He was rather thinking about Henri, Jake and Tante Mattie. Jean-Luc wasn't a part of it. The man had raised him, certainly. He had showed him a living, not an honest one but one that suited him.
He had used him as a mutant thieving weapon.
His body hidden behind a roman column, Remy kept playing with the medallion in his hand. This stupid trinket wasn't worth any of his time. Taken on a moment of recklessness, he already regretted deeply his rash action. First because Rogue was in there because of him and second because he was stuck with it.
"Y' might as well use it, Lebeau." He reported suddenly his attention to the love of his life looking dazedly around her.
"Aren't y' supposed to look grim and affected by all that is goin' around you petite?" Truly the girl never seized to amaze him.
And this phenomenon was second on his list of nervousness but first in priority. She was going to meet his father. His hateful knowing father. He knew Rogue was more than a match for him but it didn't seem to imprint on his brain. He knew she wanted to do this in part for him but he actually didn't need any further information about the medallion. He had let her go because she simply wanted to attend.
When she crossed the door, he left his post and made his way on the side of the building. On each wing stood high balconies. With the help of his bo staff and ivies clinging to the stone wall, he gracefully swung up, landing smoothly on both feet. Here, concealed by the drapes on the windows and the shadows that presented the moon and naves that were carved into the building, he was perfectly invisible, even for ones that adventured outside to take a break from the festivities inside.
He saw Rogue emerge from the corridor and concealed himself further on instinct. He was aware that doing so might not hide him though. He hadn't wanted to take any risks that she might sense him but being here, with the connection they shared, it was inevitable. He just hoped that it wouldn't be until the end of the bal. She had wanted to attend this bal so much, he didn't want to shake her out of her dreamy state.
However, his emotions broke loose when he saw her. She had discarded her coat at the entry and stood talking with his father. If he was still good at his job, he could tell they weren't very pleased with each other. In fact, Rogue's body language screamed tense violence. The poor Jake stood in the middle of the verbal confrontation that was talking place without a clue on his face as to what was going on.
But it wasn't that that made him jump. No. Rogue was half naked. Half naked was probably too strong a word but the fact was that much skin was showing off. Her emerald dress clung perfectly to her every curves and opened outrageously at the back and front. Her hair was intrinsically intertwined on the top of her hair while white and soft tendrils of hair clung to her slender neck. A pair of long white opera gloves and a gold pendant with an emerald finished the look.
What could he say, she looked too damn lickable.
But the skin bothered him.
Remy looked on intently has the conversation went on inside. He saw his father leave and Jake put a hand on the small of Rogue's back. On the small of Rogue's bare back. Fury unleashed itself inside of him. His whole body tensed up and his fists balled. His eyes were glowing flames.
She had lied to him. She could touch and she hadn't told him.
She had claimed that he was the one who hid all of his secrets... What a fool he had been. He had told her everything, memories that he was the only one to know about, memories that hurt when they came out...and he did it all out of love for her. For her.
She could read him like an opened book, she knew all of his doubts, hurts, love. All about his bad habits, his family, his control over his powers.
He knew all of her hurts and loves, all of her bad habits and family. But not her doubts and her control over her powers.
If her powers had been something as tiny as firecrackers at the end of her fingers, he wouldn't have mind so much (well maybe)...but this! It was what kept them together apart. With her control, he could have kissed her, touched her, made love to her. But it didn't seem like she wanted too.
He was a pervert, granted. But a pervert for her, the woman he loved. Had she told him that she wanted to wait, he would have obliged. He had never wanted to press her. The truth was that touch mattered, but the connection between them was of a greater importance.
He was furious at her for not telling him. On the other hand, she probably had good reasons not too. The lack of trust was killing him. Nothing she could ever have done could have hurt as much as this. She didn't trust him.
What a fool he had been. He had trusted Jean-Luc. He had trusted Belle. He had trusted Magneto...well, maybe not. He had trusted in a lot of people...to no good. And now, he had trusted her...to no good again.
His heart broke at this moment, unable to bear the pain and hurt he was going through at the realisation that his true love wasn't true.
OOO
Rogue's head whipped around, looking out at the balconies. She sensed him. He hurt and it was all that mattered.
She detangle herself from Jake abruptly, leaving him off to fend for himself in the middle of the dance floor and made her way to the crystal doors.
Inside, the light was scarce. Outside it was nonexistent. Making sure nobody else was taking a night scroll out on the balcony, she whispered his name a few times.
The hurt was definitely there, but the man in question was not. As she decided to leave the reception to go look after him, she turned around towards the door and jumped three feet in the air. She hadn't counted on Remy to materialize so suddenly behind her.
He looked like he had been through hell and back. His lips were sealed tight and his jaw was tense. His eyes...my god, his eyes were crimson red, murderous and hurt. She could see through them the love and the pain.
She took a short in-breath at the sight, concern stretched on her face. "What...?"
His hand shut up and gently cupped her face, cutting her off. His thumb slide under her eye caressing her cheek.
He opened his mouth, closed it. Finally, a single word escaped his lips. "Why?"
Gentle but violent at the same time, it made her realised what he had just done. He had touched her bare skin...and she hadn't even told him beforehand.
Desperately, she tried to grab his shirt to prevent him from escaping and leaving her. But it was useless, he already had.
He had left her.
She couldn't sense him anymore. He had shut her out in some way unknown to her.
She had always despised tears. At this moment though, she welcomed them. She needed to drown her pain.
Jake came out behind her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder, which made her sob all the more. Remy was supposed to be the one touching her. She shouldn't have waited.
OOO
I'm kind of proud of Remy's emotional part...gees, isn't he cute? Another thing, I've focused on the Romyness here because I can't stand the freaking medallion...and really who blames me, Romy rocks!
By the way, I'm not really sure about the title : Blood Roses Bal...does it sound weird to you English guys? Because I sure know in my French one it sounds bizarre...
Anyway, I don't have anything else to say so here are the shoutouts!
A general one to start off : YOU ARE ALL PERVS! The announcement about the higher rating made all of you dance from joy...my, my. ;)
Enchantedlight : the medallion doesn't truly mean anything...it'll just get the Guilds to want him dead...Mwahahaha!
Silver Ink : are you over Jean's photo? I hope you recovered from it...We should find a name for our club, you know, maybe "X-on-Jean"... meaning a cross on Jean...What a bad pun...X-Jean...X-genes...ah well, I tried!
Ms. Rogue Lebeau : interesting? Quite...I hope )
Ish-ish : Rogue is in a lot of trouble in fact...now she has to find him, right? And she doesn't have control over the power of the people in her head...so bad trip indeed.
Star-of-Chaos : About your review...Remy isn't the only perv ;) Joking. Anyway, I'm still trying to come up with a conjuring chant that will bring Remy forth...(sighs) Hope it'll work...
TheRealMai : And there you have your answer! I couldn't just let Rogue tell him right at the beginning, where's the fun in that?
DemonRogue13: hope it still is a good story so far ;)
Lady Farevay : I love you, I love you, I love you! I declare my undying love for you! Okay, this is scary, I'll calm down a bit. ;) The medallion isn't really worth anything, it's just like a Rippers cult object...so no big deal ;) Mwahahaha.
RoguesHeart : Here's for my most insane (but loved) reviewer (throws a rock at you) for not reviewing last chapter. ;)
Weapon X 61 : "really really good"... oh my, thanks!