A lil' bit of fluffiness, nothing like "Oh I just realized I
love you, lets live happily ever after okay?" but a tiny bit of romance.
Now I have to address something's I meant to address like 2 chapters ago,
but hey that's what you get for finishing chapters late at night. I do
know about Sinister, I am a fan of the comics and cartoons, but I'm not
sure if I'm going to incorporate that into this story or not. I would like
to bring in Emma Frost, though, I like her character a lot, but I doubt I
will. Of course things with Magneto will come up and all that stuff, but
you'll have to wait for the details. I still don't own X-Men, Marvel does,
and how many times do I have to say that? Please enjoy and r/r, thanks!
Chapter8: Me Promettre
As she sat at the small table, she couldn't help but smile one of the most genuine smiles she had in years. Never had she been treated like this, like she was special, like she was a gift. Rogue knew she should be suspicious, she knew it didn't make sense, but for once in her life she wanted to throw caution to the wind. Besides, the way he looked at her, she could just tell, he was honest. The growing emotions, while making her so happy, also scared her. For what if the need for suspicion was called for? What if this whole thing was just a charade to get her on his good side and then use her? She pushed the thoughts away from her, to many times had worry ruined potently great experiences. He set a plate in front of her after pushing away the last dish, and then took his own seat. She gave a small laugh, that ended up sounding more like a sigh; Tiramisu.
"What?" he asked with a devilish smile on his face. He was so damn charming
"Apparently, you can read me like a book," she brought her gaze to his, then broke away, the fear rising up in her once more. She took a small bite, "Wow, there is no was you made this yourself."
"Of course Remy made it, it ain't that hard," so proud, "Thought you'd like it chere."
"Not hard," she snorted, "Tiramisu can take hours to make," he wasn't expecting her to know this.
"No foolin' you I see," he laughed, "Cooking is fun when you have nothing else to do."
"What no evil schemes being carried out?" she asked trying not to sound arrogant.
"Who can tell with him" he sighed, "Remy just want it to be over."
"And then?"
"Hm?"
"When it's all over, what then," she made a hand gesture as she spoke, "What will happen to the Ragin' Cajun?" He burst out laughing.
"Ragin' Cajun?" he regained his composure, "Okay, Remy can deal with dat."
"So?" she pursued, and again he sighed.
"Who knows?" his glance went downward, for the first time away from her eyes. What was it that he wanted to keep concealed? Melancholy, the sadness was very unnoticeable, but she saw it, and she felt a stab at her heart. She was remembering a piece of him, from when he was absorbed; she was remembering the deep buried feeling that he let nobody see; fear. Remy feared that he would have no future, that he would become what he had seen so many people become, a bitter wanderer. Going from place to place, becoming merciless, unfeeling, perhaps that is why he was so passionate; he did not want to lose emotions. He was a cheerful person, but there was always that fear looming; fear of the future.
"What?" he smiled and asked, snapping her out of her distant moment. Rogue didn't know what to say, she stayed quiet for a moment, in contemplation, and then spoke:
"I know how you feel," she said quietly. Remy's face lost some of it's humor at her seriousness.
"How do I feel?" there was that "I" again.
"Not knowing where you'll end up, afraid of what you'll become, or what you'll do," she didn't know if she was saying the right things, she felt as if things might get awkward, "Its hard isn't it?"
"You amaze me," he had a look of curious disbelief, with his eyes squinted, as if searching her soul.
"Sorry," she blushed in embarrassment, "I shouldn't ha-"
"No chere, you don't understand," he cut her off; "You amaze me in a good way. You don't put on the mask for me, you say exactly what should be said, you say the right things.Why'd you finally take the mask off?"
"Tired of the masquerade I guess," she wondered how this conversation got turned around to her, "Needed a break from it." he looked deep in though for a minute.
"For my hospitality I have one request," he stated randomly, leaning in with a genuine truthful expression, "When you get better, and leave here, don't put back on the mask, don't join the façade again."
"It isn't that easy Remy," she realized that she had just, for the first time, said his name in a non-sarcastic way. It was funny, it felt so natural, like she had known him forever.
"You don't have a choice," he smirked.
"Then I have a request."
"Anything chere," and he meant it, he would do anything for her now. Rogue had seen what nobody had been able to, and Remy knew that she understood, she wouldn't laugh about it; she wouldn't take every single thing he said as a joke like the rest of the world. She knew him, and she had only known him for less than a week.
"Don't let me go back to the way I was," she looked down, her pleading eyes shaming her in Rogue's mind. Remy reached his gloved hand across the table to her chin, and lifted it so their faces were level with each other, and she had no choice but to look into his eyes.
"Je promets, à jamais," he said softly, making her smile. Even though she didn't know what he said, the warmness in his voice was enough to reassure that her wish had been granted. But again she missed out, because if she had understood what he said, he might find himself in a coma:
"I promise, forever."
Damn delays in inspiration! If your wondering, when he says "I promise, forever," he means he will never let her go back to the way she was, that he'll always be there to grant her wish. Well there you go, hope you liked it! R/r please.
Chapter8: Me Promettre
As she sat at the small table, she couldn't help but smile one of the most genuine smiles she had in years. Never had she been treated like this, like she was special, like she was a gift. Rogue knew she should be suspicious, she knew it didn't make sense, but for once in her life she wanted to throw caution to the wind. Besides, the way he looked at her, she could just tell, he was honest. The growing emotions, while making her so happy, also scared her. For what if the need for suspicion was called for? What if this whole thing was just a charade to get her on his good side and then use her? She pushed the thoughts away from her, to many times had worry ruined potently great experiences. He set a plate in front of her after pushing away the last dish, and then took his own seat. She gave a small laugh, that ended up sounding more like a sigh; Tiramisu.
"What?" he asked with a devilish smile on his face. He was so damn charming
"Apparently, you can read me like a book," she brought her gaze to his, then broke away, the fear rising up in her once more. She took a small bite, "Wow, there is no was you made this yourself."
"Of course Remy made it, it ain't that hard," so proud, "Thought you'd like it chere."
"Not hard," she snorted, "Tiramisu can take hours to make," he wasn't expecting her to know this.
"No foolin' you I see," he laughed, "Cooking is fun when you have nothing else to do."
"What no evil schemes being carried out?" she asked trying not to sound arrogant.
"Who can tell with him" he sighed, "Remy just want it to be over."
"And then?"
"Hm?"
"When it's all over, what then," she made a hand gesture as she spoke, "What will happen to the Ragin' Cajun?" He burst out laughing.
"Ragin' Cajun?" he regained his composure, "Okay, Remy can deal with dat."
"So?" she pursued, and again he sighed.
"Who knows?" his glance went downward, for the first time away from her eyes. What was it that he wanted to keep concealed? Melancholy, the sadness was very unnoticeable, but she saw it, and she felt a stab at her heart. She was remembering a piece of him, from when he was absorbed; she was remembering the deep buried feeling that he let nobody see; fear. Remy feared that he would have no future, that he would become what he had seen so many people become, a bitter wanderer. Going from place to place, becoming merciless, unfeeling, perhaps that is why he was so passionate; he did not want to lose emotions. He was a cheerful person, but there was always that fear looming; fear of the future.
"What?" he smiled and asked, snapping her out of her distant moment. Rogue didn't know what to say, she stayed quiet for a moment, in contemplation, and then spoke:
"I know how you feel," she said quietly. Remy's face lost some of it's humor at her seriousness.
"How do I feel?" there was that "I" again.
"Not knowing where you'll end up, afraid of what you'll become, or what you'll do," she didn't know if she was saying the right things, she felt as if things might get awkward, "Its hard isn't it?"
"You amaze me," he had a look of curious disbelief, with his eyes squinted, as if searching her soul.
"Sorry," she blushed in embarrassment, "I shouldn't ha-"
"No chere, you don't understand," he cut her off; "You amaze me in a good way. You don't put on the mask for me, you say exactly what should be said, you say the right things.Why'd you finally take the mask off?"
"Tired of the masquerade I guess," she wondered how this conversation got turned around to her, "Needed a break from it." he looked deep in though for a minute.
"For my hospitality I have one request," he stated randomly, leaning in with a genuine truthful expression, "When you get better, and leave here, don't put back on the mask, don't join the façade again."
"It isn't that easy Remy," she realized that she had just, for the first time, said his name in a non-sarcastic way. It was funny, it felt so natural, like she had known him forever.
"You don't have a choice," he smirked.
"Then I have a request."
"Anything chere," and he meant it, he would do anything for her now. Rogue had seen what nobody had been able to, and Remy knew that she understood, she wouldn't laugh about it; she wouldn't take every single thing he said as a joke like the rest of the world. She knew him, and she had only known him for less than a week.
"Don't let me go back to the way I was," she looked down, her pleading eyes shaming her in Rogue's mind. Remy reached his gloved hand across the table to her chin, and lifted it so their faces were level with each other, and she had no choice but to look into his eyes.
"Je promets, à jamais," he said softly, making her smile. Even though she didn't know what he said, the warmness in his voice was enough to reassure that her wish had been granted. But again she missed out, because if she had understood what he said, he might find himself in a coma:
"I promise, forever."
Damn delays in inspiration! If your wondering, when he says "I promise, forever," he means he will never let her go back to the way she was, that he'll always be there to grant her wish. Well there you go, hope you liked it! R/r please.