If you like deep thinkinh, you'll like paragraph number 1, I
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I even have to explain that Marvel owns X-Men not me? Well I did anyway so
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Chapter 7: Questions Faites au Hasard
He looked at her, no he observed her and her every action, the simplicity was beautiful. The little things she did, were so insignificant, and yet they were utterly fascinating; the way she took small sips of wine, the way one is supposed to, the way she pushed her hair behind her ear only on the left side, the way she would look down and only give glimpses upwards before pulling her gaze downward one more. That gaze, while uncomfortable, and uncertain was stern, steady, and showed no fear, or tried to at least. Remy had a way of seeing into people, and in her he saw the fear which was so overlooked by so many. Perhaps that is why he felt something different towards her, she wasn't like the others. The strong woman sitting across from him was so distant from everything, but behind the hostility there was innocence; the little girl wanting somebody to hold her and say that everything would be okay. Innocence was not a common trait anymore, at least not this kind of innocence; the innocence that isn't needed, that is completely out of place, but is still present. Woman of this day and age know the score, they want to be innocent, but they know the game, and they play it, because they don't want to believe that they are the game pieces, the pawns. Rogue was unique, a tortured soul, unable to feel emotions, real emotions for anyone, because she was so cut off from the world. Maybe the fact that she was so unattainable is what he was drawn to, but he liked her even though he couldn't, and would never be able to touch her. She wasn't a game to him, she was the satisfaction of winning without even playing the game.
"What?" she had noticed that he had been staring at her as she ate, as if calculating his next move.
"What's on your mind chere?" he asked simply, resting his head on his hand.
"Why?" questions always filled the void of unwanted answers.
"Your eyes are sad, distant, trop inquiété pour un si belle," his expression did not change as he spoke, it remained in a small smile.
"I think you're warring off, I didn't understand that at all," she gave a smile, it was a little fake, but it was a smile.
"You're loss," he teased; she would never know that he said:
"Too worried for one so beautiful."
"Not sure I want to know anyway," she actually did want to know, but wouldn't let on.
"Does Remy get an answer?"
"We playin this game again, sugah?" she mused.
"If you want," he brought his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair.
"Ever get the feeling that something isn't right?" she answered his question with a question of her own.
"Every second I'm with you, chere," he stopped brought his chair back on all four legs and leaned in a little bit, "Remy ain't supposed to be consorting with the 'enemy.'"
"That's not quite what I mean," she looked down, "Just have a strange feeling that something bad is happening back in Bayville. We aren't still in Bayville right?"
"No, we far from that neck of the woods, you don't need to worry bout that," with his words Rogue got the distinct feeling that he didn't want to disclose their location, so she didn't pursue their whereabouts.
"It's just one of those nagging things," she explained.
"You feel like you should be back there to help?" he was right on the nose, he almost always was.
"In a way yes, but then me head starts to ache and I remember the whole reason I want to stay away," Rogue pushed her hair behind her left ear.
"You just overwhelmed, chere," he stated matter of factly, "You can only be pushed to your limit for so long until everything just makes you want to scream."
"I take it you have experience in this?" she questioned, because his expression got a little distant, as if remembering something that he would rather forget.
"Everybody does," he answered, "The outcome jus' depends on how long and how much you take, no?"
"Your pretty good with answers considering you're a thief," she smiled, a real smile this time.
"Remy learned a lot," he gave a wider grin, "Being on his own, Remy was one of dose who grew up way to fast."
"Isn't that the truth?" she agreed, taking another sip of wine, in between her bites of gumbo.
"It always is," he gave a small laugh, "I s'pose it's my turn to ask a question."
"Considering that us what this conversation is revolving around, what the heck."
"Hmm," Remy looked into her eyes as if searching for some meaningful thing to ask about, "What is your favorite color?" she laughed.
"That's the best you could come up with?" she was still laughing.
"Remy think that without the details, you can never really know somebody. Remy just trying to get the details chere," he explained.
"Okay then," she gave on last laugh , "Favorite color? I would have to say green and red, how about you?
"You have to ask?" he chuckled, "Red and black."
"But black isn't really a color," Rogue loved proving him wrong.
"You're right, it's the absence of light," so much for proving him wrong, "Favorite instrument?"
"Remy, you are one of the most random people I have ever met," she gave him a look of confusion mixed with a smile.
"I try," he confessed.
"I like almost every string instrument, and the piano," Rogue spoke quickly, "Is chivalry dead?"
"And you call Remy random," he rolled his eyes, "Chivalry isn't dead, and Remy is livin' proof. My bed comfortable?" he raised his eyebrows.
"Very, and at this rate you might not get it back," she regretted the words right after she spoke them, why did she speak them?! What was she trying to imply? Rogue confused herself, surely she didn't want to stay here did she? Could she be falling for the enemy?
"You want to stay with Remy?" he took advantage of her comment.
"I think this game is a little played out," she gave a nervous laugh as she blushed madly. He nodded
"Whatever you say chere," he got up and went to the kitchen, "Now it's time for desert."
"You really did go all out didn't you?" Rogue aked.
"N'importe quoi pour vous, chere, N'importe quoi pour vous," too bad he didn't understand he could really turn a girls head with that kind of talk:
"Anything for you dear, anything for you."
Well there you go chapter 7, and I must say I enjoyed writing it. I may have gone a little overboard on that first paragraph, but I just got a little to into it you know? Any requests for the desert? I have a pretty good idea of what I want to use, but you readers are important for me so go ahead and request away. Oh yeah, please r/r like you've been doing, it boosts my confidence and whatnot.
Chapter 7: Questions Faites au Hasard
He looked at her, no he observed her and her every action, the simplicity was beautiful. The little things she did, were so insignificant, and yet they were utterly fascinating; the way she took small sips of wine, the way one is supposed to, the way she pushed her hair behind her ear only on the left side, the way she would look down and only give glimpses upwards before pulling her gaze downward one more. That gaze, while uncomfortable, and uncertain was stern, steady, and showed no fear, or tried to at least. Remy had a way of seeing into people, and in her he saw the fear which was so overlooked by so many. Perhaps that is why he felt something different towards her, she wasn't like the others. The strong woman sitting across from him was so distant from everything, but behind the hostility there was innocence; the little girl wanting somebody to hold her and say that everything would be okay. Innocence was not a common trait anymore, at least not this kind of innocence; the innocence that isn't needed, that is completely out of place, but is still present. Woman of this day and age know the score, they want to be innocent, but they know the game, and they play it, because they don't want to believe that they are the game pieces, the pawns. Rogue was unique, a tortured soul, unable to feel emotions, real emotions for anyone, because she was so cut off from the world. Maybe the fact that she was so unattainable is what he was drawn to, but he liked her even though he couldn't, and would never be able to touch her. She wasn't a game to him, she was the satisfaction of winning without even playing the game.
"What?" she had noticed that he had been staring at her as she ate, as if calculating his next move.
"What's on your mind chere?" he asked simply, resting his head on his hand.
"Why?" questions always filled the void of unwanted answers.
"Your eyes are sad, distant, trop inquiété pour un si belle," his expression did not change as he spoke, it remained in a small smile.
"I think you're warring off, I didn't understand that at all," she gave a smile, it was a little fake, but it was a smile.
"You're loss," he teased; she would never know that he said:
"Too worried for one so beautiful."
"Not sure I want to know anyway," she actually did want to know, but wouldn't let on.
"Does Remy get an answer?"
"We playin this game again, sugah?" she mused.
"If you want," he brought his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair.
"Ever get the feeling that something isn't right?" she answered his question with a question of her own.
"Every second I'm with you, chere," he stopped brought his chair back on all four legs and leaned in a little bit, "Remy ain't supposed to be consorting with the 'enemy.'"
"That's not quite what I mean," she looked down, "Just have a strange feeling that something bad is happening back in Bayville. We aren't still in Bayville right?"
"No, we far from that neck of the woods, you don't need to worry bout that," with his words Rogue got the distinct feeling that he didn't want to disclose their location, so she didn't pursue their whereabouts.
"It's just one of those nagging things," she explained.
"You feel like you should be back there to help?" he was right on the nose, he almost always was.
"In a way yes, but then me head starts to ache and I remember the whole reason I want to stay away," Rogue pushed her hair behind her left ear.
"You just overwhelmed, chere," he stated matter of factly, "You can only be pushed to your limit for so long until everything just makes you want to scream."
"I take it you have experience in this?" she questioned, because his expression got a little distant, as if remembering something that he would rather forget.
"Everybody does," he answered, "The outcome jus' depends on how long and how much you take, no?"
"Your pretty good with answers considering you're a thief," she smiled, a real smile this time.
"Remy learned a lot," he gave a wider grin, "Being on his own, Remy was one of dose who grew up way to fast."
"Isn't that the truth?" she agreed, taking another sip of wine, in between her bites of gumbo.
"It always is," he gave a small laugh, "I s'pose it's my turn to ask a question."
"Considering that us what this conversation is revolving around, what the heck."
"Hmm," Remy looked into her eyes as if searching for some meaningful thing to ask about, "What is your favorite color?" she laughed.
"That's the best you could come up with?" she was still laughing.
"Remy think that without the details, you can never really know somebody. Remy just trying to get the details chere," he explained.
"Okay then," she gave on last laugh , "Favorite color? I would have to say green and red, how about you?
"You have to ask?" he chuckled, "Red and black."
"But black isn't really a color," Rogue loved proving him wrong.
"You're right, it's the absence of light," so much for proving him wrong, "Favorite instrument?"
"Remy, you are one of the most random people I have ever met," she gave him a look of confusion mixed with a smile.
"I try," he confessed.
"I like almost every string instrument, and the piano," Rogue spoke quickly, "Is chivalry dead?"
"And you call Remy random," he rolled his eyes, "Chivalry isn't dead, and Remy is livin' proof. My bed comfortable?" he raised his eyebrows.
"Very, and at this rate you might not get it back," she regretted the words right after she spoke them, why did she speak them?! What was she trying to imply? Rogue confused herself, surely she didn't want to stay here did she? Could she be falling for the enemy?
"You want to stay with Remy?" he took advantage of her comment.
"I think this game is a little played out," she gave a nervous laugh as she blushed madly. He nodded
"Whatever you say chere," he got up and went to the kitchen, "Now it's time for desert."
"You really did go all out didn't you?" Rogue aked.
"N'importe quoi pour vous, chere, N'importe quoi pour vous," too bad he didn't understand he could really turn a girls head with that kind of talk:
"Anything for you dear, anything for you."
Well there you go chapter 7, and I must say I enjoyed writing it. I may have gone a little overboard on that first paragraph, but I just got a little to into it you know? Any requests for the desert? I have a pretty good idea of what I want to use, but you readers are important for me so go ahead and request away. Oh yeah, please r/r like you've been doing, it boosts my confidence and whatnot.