Okay chapter 3! Few things to address, I did read Giddy, thanks
for recommending it Ning Ning, it was really good.Of course if I hadn't
read it I would have gotten this crappy chapter to you sooner, but hey your
loss haha. Second thing to address is the fact that I am working on adding
in the accent for Remy, yay me, it is still a bit choppy but it is better
than nothing. I don't own x-men by the by, Marvel does, and I don't own the
portion of Sympathique included in the story, Pink Martini does. Well, r/r
and enjoy.
Chapter 3: Sympathique
When she had awakened, she knew her slumber had been another lengthy one, and how she did not know. She hadn't had a peaceful time, though, for in her dreams she saw memories of those she had absorbed, and some of them were quite horrific. They faded as she regained consciousness however, which she was extremely thankful for. It took her a moment to remember where she was, and as soon as she did she groaned and shoved her face into the pillow.
"Why me?" she asked herself groggily as she sat up painfully. Well, at least the pain wasn't as bad as it had been the first time she woke up in this place. Dare she venture out into this apartment? She tried, but her body just wouldn't have it, so after making those four steps she retreated back to the bed.
"Je ne veux pas travailler, Je ne veux pas dijeuner, Je veux seulement, l'oublier, Et puis je fume," Remy was signing apparently, and Rogue couldn't help but give a little chuckle, while he did seem to be the type of person to joke around, he didn't seem to be the singing type. She sighed in contemplation.
"What the hell," she stood up again and at an extremely slow pace she walked out of the bedroom. Looking around at the rest of the apartment, Rogue wondered how a man in league with Magnito could ever snag such a place. It looked like somewhere an artist would live, very spacious, with nice furniture, and great view of a city through a wall sized window. She saw her "savior" in the kitchen which was not separated by a wall from the other room. He was standing behind a counter which had four red stools on the other side. She leaned against the doorway with her hand, taking a minute to rest, and he didn't even seem to notice her.
"Dij` j'ai connu le parfum de l'amour, Un million de roses, n'embaumerait pas autant, Maintenant une seule fleur dans mes entourages,Me rend malade," he continued singing as he chopped up a carrot masterfully. Remy also didn't strike her as the cooking type, and the sight of it made her give another little laugh. He looked up and gave a little smirk.
"You shouldn't be round' and about chere," he said as he looked down at his sliced vegetable.
"Yeah? Well, you shouldn't be singin'," she shot back coolly, but he just smiled, he was always smiling. It was a lie after all, he was actually a fairly good singer, he had a nice soft voice that was in a way soothing.
"Remy don't sing dat bad," he went to the sink and washed his hands quickly. Remy made his way over to her in strides and did something Rogue hadn't expected; he lifted her up into his arms for a third time.
"Just what do you think you're doing?!" she raised her voice slightly, but he just shook it off.
"Bein' your taxi," he dropped her off on one of the stools, "You looked like you were gonna fall any second."
"And why exactly do you care so much in the first place?" now that she was awake and not thriving in pain, as much anyway, she wanted some answers.
"Wouldn't be much of a gentleman just leaving you, chere," he pick up one of the carrot slices and popped it in his mouth. She rolled her eyes.
"And you were being a gentleman when you tried to kill me with that card?" she was referring to their last battle.
"Dat was business," he then leaned in and lowered his voice, "Besides, you were the one who held onto it."
"You had something to do with that though, didn't you?" she was trying very hard not to blush at his last comment. It wasn't like she purposely held the card as long as she did.
"Maybe, maybe not," you just couldn't seem to get a straight answer with this guy.
"It was one of your powers wasn't it?" she questioned further.
"We all got our secrets chere, and Remy just likes to keep his secrets secrets," he gave her a startling wink, which just confused her even more. He was so annoying and arrogant, but at the same time, he was quite intriguing, "I am tempted to tell you though," she knew that he had just said something relatively important because he had said "I" instead of Remy, or his alias Gambit.
"What's so tempting about it?"
"Remy's always tempted by a pretty face Marie," he had the feeling that he had said something distinctly wrong because he could see a change in her expression.
"Don't call me that," she said firmly.
"Why not?"
"Just don't!" she got up and went back to the bedroom, faltering every now and then, but refused to show any signs of weakness. She impressed him with her courage.
"Courir du passé les seulement fins dans l'ennui, mais d'autre part, qui j'est de parler?" he sighed to himself and got back to work. If Rogue had understood him, she might have been more affected then she was from the French version. Of course, if she had understood, there would only be more questions going unanswered, for what he actually sad was:
"Running from the past only ends in trouble, but then again, who am I to talk?"
Rogue disregarded the words he had spoken, assuming that they were harmful or that he was criticizing her. She didn't know why she had gotten so upset over such a silly thing, it was only a name.However, it was a name that carried many bad memories that she cared not to think about. It seemed as though under that name everything just went wrong, putting Cody in a coma, adoption, adopted by Mystique, it was a laundry list. She just thought that her old identity would ruin her life, so she turned Goth and took on a new identity. Deep inside, she knew that she would always be Marie, no matter how she acted or what she called herself, and this thought was one that scared her.
Maybe this was a good thing, getting stuck here away from everythin
and not having to live in the façade, the masquerade where the mask
was always on. No school, no training, no life or death situations, no
X-Men, just peacefulness, that is if you don't include a certain
Cajun.
Well? Gosh it took longer than I expected to write this, and I have to
admit that not much went on this chapter, but I'm just trying to set
the mood a little. By the way the words of the song translate to this:
I don't want to go to work, I don't want to eat, I just want to
forget, and then I smoke (which is the chorus) and the second verse
is Dijç I knew the perfume of love, roses a million, would not fill
with fragrance as much, Now an alone flower in my entourages, Me
renders sick Please r/r!
Chapter 3: Sympathique
When she had awakened, she knew her slumber had been another lengthy one, and how she did not know. She hadn't had a peaceful time, though, for in her dreams she saw memories of those she had absorbed, and some of them were quite horrific. They faded as she regained consciousness however, which she was extremely thankful for. It took her a moment to remember where she was, and as soon as she did she groaned and shoved her face into the pillow.
"Why me?" she asked herself groggily as she sat up painfully. Well, at least the pain wasn't as bad as it had been the first time she woke up in this place. Dare she venture out into this apartment? She tried, but her body just wouldn't have it, so after making those four steps she retreated back to the bed.
"Je ne veux pas travailler, Je ne veux pas dijeuner, Je veux seulement, l'oublier, Et puis je fume," Remy was signing apparently, and Rogue couldn't help but give a little chuckle, while he did seem to be the type of person to joke around, he didn't seem to be the singing type. She sighed in contemplation.
"What the hell," she stood up again and at an extremely slow pace she walked out of the bedroom. Looking around at the rest of the apartment, Rogue wondered how a man in league with Magnito could ever snag such a place. It looked like somewhere an artist would live, very spacious, with nice furniture, and great view of a city through a wall sized window. She saw her "savior" in the kitchen which was not separated by a wall from the other room. He was standing behind a counter which had four red stools on the other side. She leaned against the doorway with her hand, taking a minute to rest, and he didn't even seem to notice her.
"Dij` j'ai connu le parfum de l'amour, Un million de roses, n'embaumerait pas autant, Maintenant une seule fleur dans mes entourages,Me rend malade," he continued singing as he chopped up a carrot masterfully. Remy also didn't strike her as the cooking type, and the sight of it made her give another little laugh. He looked up and gave a little smirk.
"You shouldn't be round' and about chere," he said as he looked down at his sliced vegetable.
"Yeah? Well, you shouldn't be singin'," she shot back coolly, but he just smiled, he was always smiling. It was a lie after all, he was actually a fairly good singer, he had a nice soft voice that was in a way soothing.
"Remy don't sing dat bad," he went to the sink and washed his hands quickly. Remy made his way over to her in strides and did something Rogue hadn't expected; he lifted her up into his arms for a third time.
"Just what do you think you're doing?!" she raised her voice slightly, but he just shook it off.
"Bein' your taxi," he dropped her off on one of the stools, "You looked like you were gonna fall any second."
"And why exactly do you care so much in the first place?" now that she was awake and not thriving in pain, as much anyway, she wanted some answers.
"Wouldn't be much of a gentleman just leaving you, chere," he pick up one of the carrot slices and popped it in his mouth. She rolled her eyes.
"And you were being a gentleman when you tried to kill me with that card?" she was referring to their last battle.
"Dat was business," he then leaned in and lowered his voice, "Besides, you were the one who held onto it."
"You had something to do with that though, didn't you?" she was trying very hard not to blush at his last comment. It wasn't like she purposely held the card as long as she did.
"Maybe, maybe not," you just couldn't seem to get a straight answer with this guy.
"It was one of your powers wasn't it?" she questioned further.
"We all got our secrets chere, and Remy just likes to keep his secrets secrets," he gave her a startling wink, which just confused her even more. He was so annoying and arrogant, but at the same time, he was quite intriguing, "I am tempted to tell you though," she knew that he had just said something relatively important because he had said "I" instead of Remy, or his alias Gambit.
"What's so tempting about it?"
"Remy's always tempted by a pretty face Marie," he had the feeling that he had said something distinctly wrong because he could see a change in her expression.
"Don't call me that," she said firmly.
"Why not?"
"Just don't!" she got up and went back to the bedroom, faltering every now and then, but refused to show any signs of weakness. She impressed him with her courage.
"Courir du passé les seulement fins dans l'ennui, mais d'autre part, qui j'est de parler?" he sighed to himself and got back to work. If Rogue had understood him, she might have been more affected then she was from the French version. Of course, if she had understood, there would only be more questions going unanswered, for what he actually sad was:
"Running from the past only ends in trouble, but then again, who am I to talk?"
Rogue disregarded the words he had spoken, assuming that they were harmful or that he was criticizing her. She didn't know why she had gotten so upset over such a silly thing, it was only a name.However, it was a name that carried many bad memories that she cared not to think about. It seemed as though under that name everything just went wrong, putting Cody in a coma, adoption, adopted by Mystique, it was a laundry list. She just thought that her old identity would ruin her life, so she turned Goth and took on a new identity. Deep inside, she knew that she would always be Marie, no matter how she acted or what she called herself, and this thought was one that scared her.
Maybe this was a good thing, getting stuck here away from everythin
and not having to live in the façade, the masquerade where the mask
was always on. No school, no training, no life or death situations, no
X-Men, just peacefulness, that is if you don't include a certain
Cajun.
Well? Gosh it took longer than I expected to write this, and I have to
admit that not much went on this chapter, but I'm just trying to set
the mood a little. By the way the words of the song translate to this:
I don't want to go to work, I don't want to eat, I just want to
forget, and then I smoke (which is the chorus) and the second verse
is Dijç I knew the perfume of love, roses a million, would not fill
with fragrance as much, Now an alone flower in my entourages, Me
renders sick Please r/r!