They actually finish the meal this chapter, dun dun dun, crazy,
no? Well it ends rather rapidly and this chapter kind of sucks I think, but
oh well, I am not tired enough to write seriously well, besides I think a
break from deep thoughts is sorta called for.Although there is deepness in
each chapter, this one is just lacking a tiny bit. I don't own the X-Men
and I never will because Marvel does. Please r/r.
Chapter 9: Le Diable ou l'Ange?
There was an awkward pause, as both were left in contemplation. Rogue dismissed Remy's French, but her mind wandered.They weren't so different, Remy and Rogue, both condemned and scarred by that past, both fearful of things to come, and both so utterly disconnected from the world, or so it seemed. Any regular person would have taken her to a hospital, or because she was the enemy, destroyed her, but Remy wasn't a normal person. He wasn't clinging to anyone or anything, so his mind wasn't swayed by his associates, and he so desperately wanted something or someone to cling onto. Rogue felt pity for him, the same pity she felt for herself, but still did not like this conversation funk.
"Look at us," she gave a forced laugh, "All mopin' and whatnot, when here we are, good people, with good food," she flashed him a look, "In an extremely abnormal circumstance, what is there to be depressed about?"
"Now you get Remy's philosophy," he smiled and placed his hands behind his head, "Don't worry be happy."
"Actually I think that was in a song," she smiled slyly.
"If Remy don't know that, it ain't true," he let out a long sigh, but it was different than all the other sorrow filled sighs of the night; this was a sigh of content, of happiness. Remy looked upwards with a rather serene look on his face
"What are you thinking about?" Rogue asked curiously, bringing his eyes back down to her.
"I don't know," he looked upwards once more, "Ever get that feelin' that everything is just the way it's supposed to be?"
"It's been a long time for me," she too looked towards some far off place.
"When was the last time?"
"Hmm, that's a good question," she paused in recollection, "When you gave me that card last time we met, but I still have the feeling that was partially your doing. Besides that, though, I don't really remember."
"My lips are sealed chere," a devious look crossed his features, "Unless you want a kiss from Remy, then I'll be happy to oblige."
"Ha! You wish Cajun," she didn't meant to laugh as loudly as she did, but she ignored her overenthusiastic outburst.
"How long can you resist Remy's wily charms?" he took a small sip of whine.
"Tell you what," she was making a gamble, but she was fairly confident of her plan, "You find a way that you can touch me without dying, and I may just take you up on that offer."
"Okay, I will," he said simply, as if it were some tediously simple task. Rogue raised an eyebrow.
"Just like that?"
"Chere, don't be naïve, there've been mutant studies goin' on for years, some by 'normal' people which haven't been too successful," he leaned in, "But then, there are the mutants who experiment, and they are much, much further along as far as breakthroughs go."
"How do you know all this?" she questioned.
"Remy got connections; you do somebody a favor and the tend to let you in on what they're doin," he explained, looking extremely smart.
"And you think you could get something to help with my powers?" her voice was full of doubt, because by this time, she had already given up hope.
"I guarantee it," the cunning devil winked at her.
"I should really think before I make a deal with the devil," Rogue cursed herself playfully.
"The devil being Remy?"
"I haven't figured that part out yet," she leaned back in her chair a little bit, "Sometimes you have the tongue of a devil, and then you have to do something like let me crash here, and make this dinner, and guarantee me some sort of relief from my powers, and I think you're an angel."
"Tough call, you'll have to tell Remy when you figure dat one out, cause I would really like to know myself."
"What time is it?" she asked, suddenly feeling extremely tired. Damn her powers, whenever something good was happening she always had to feel the aftershock of the past.
"Eleven," he didn't even look at a watch, "There is a clock behind you chere."
"Oh," she began to blush with embarrassment.
"You feelin okay?" the concern shown on his face made her laugh.
"Just tired," she replied after yawning, "You have a shower in this place right?"
"Why you wa-" she cut him off before he could finish.
"Not like that," she knew exactly what he wanted to imply, but she also knew that he wanted no such thing, at least not from her at that moment, "Just want to clean up, that's all."
"Sure, you say that now, but Remy knows you'll come around," he teased, "It's down the hall to you're left, only other room in the house.Unless you want to walk into a closet that is."
"Then I will have to excuse myself," she stood up, "Thank you for a lovely dinner."
"Any time chere," he called as she turned her back to him and headed towards the bathroom, but she stopped and turned back to him.
"Hey Remy!"
"Yes?"
"Remember when I said that I didn't remember that last time I felt like everything was right with the world?" she didn't know why exactly she was admitting anything to him, let alone what she was about to.
"Yes," he said again.
"After thinking about that dinner we just had," she paused and gave a little smile, "I lied," and with that she shut herself up in the bathroom. Remy just smiled and loudly groaned.
"Condamner, je vais doux dans mon vieil âge," he cursed himself, still with the grin playing on his lips:
"Damn, I am going soft in my old age."
Yayness, another chapter! Hope you liked it and whatnot, wow that seems to be the word of the day: whatnot. Okay, I know the last line sucked, but if you haven't noticed I want to end every chapter with a French line, so I just threw that in there. Well, hope everyone liked it, and yay the meal is FINALLY over! Man that took forever. Okay please r/r I love you all for it and yeah.
Chapter 9: Le Diable ou l'Ange?
There was an awkward pause, as both were left in contemplation. Rogue dismissed Remy's French, but her mind wandered.They weren't so different, Remy and Rogue, both condemned and scarred by that past, both fearful of things to come, and both so utterly disconnected from the world, or so it seemed. Any regular person would have taken her to a hospital, or because she was the enemy, destroyed her, but Remy wasn't a normal person. He wasn't clinging to anyone or anything, so his mind wasn't swayed by his associates, and he so desperately wanted something or someone to cling onto. Rogue felt pity for him, the same pity she felt for herself, but still did not like this conversation funk.
"Look at us," she gave a forced laugh, "All mopin' and whatnot, when here we are, good people, with good food," she flashed him a look, "In an extremely abnormal circumstance, what is there to be depressed about?"
"Now you get Remy's philosophy," he smiled and placed his hands behind his head, "Don't worry be happy."
"Actually I think that was in a song," she smiled slyly.
"If Remy don't know that, it ain't true," he let out a long sigh, but it was different than all the other sorrow filled sighs of the night; this was a sigh of content, of happiness. Remy looked upwards with a rather serene look on his face
"What are you thinking about?" Rogue asked curiously, bringing his eyes back down to her.
"I don't know," he looked upwards once more, "Ever get that feelin' that everything is just the way it's supposed to be?"
"It's been a long time for me," she too looked towards some far off place.
"When was the last time?"
"Hmm, that's a good question," she paused in recollection, "When you gave me that card last time we met, but I still have the feeling that was partially your doing. Besides that, though, I don't really remember."
"My lips are sealed chere," a devious look crossed his features, "Unless you want a kiss from Remy, then I'll be happy to oblige."
"Ha! You wish Cajun," she didn't meant to laugh as loudly as she did, but she ignored her overenthusiastic outburst.
"How long can you resist Remy's wily charms?" he took a small sip of whine.
"Tell you what," she was making a gamble, but she was fairly confident of her plan, "You find a way that you can touch me without dying, and I may just take you up on that offer."
"Okay, I will," he said simply, as if it were some tediously simple task. Rogue raised an eyebrow.
"Just like that?"
"Chere, don't be naïve, there've been mutant studies goin' on for years, some by 'normal' people which haven't been too successful," he leaned in, "But then, there are the mutants who experiment, and they are much, much further along as far as breakthroughs go."
"How do you know all this?" she questioned.
"Remy got connections; you do somebody a favor and the tend to let you in on what they're doin," he explained, looking extremely smart.
"And you think you could get something to help with my powers?" her voice was full of doubt, because by this time, she had already given up hope.
"I guarantee it," the cunning devil winked at her.
"I should really think before I make a deal with the devil," Rogue cursed herself playfully.
"The devil being Remy?"
"I haven't figured that part out yet," she leaned back in her chair a little bit, "Sometimes you have the tongue of a devil, and then you have to do something like let me crash here, and make this dinner, and guarantee me some sort of relief from my powers, and I think you're an angel."
"Tough call, you'll have to tell Remy when you figure dat one out, cause I would really like to know myself."
"What time is it?" she asked, suddenly feeling extremely tired. Damn her powers, whenever something good was happening she always had to feel the aftershock of the past.
"Eleven," he didn't even look at a watch, "There is a clock behind you chere."
"Oh," she began to blush with embarrassment.
"You feelin okay?" the concern shown on his face made her laugh.
"Just tired," she replied after yawning, "You have a shower in this place right?"
"Why you wa-" she cut him off before he could finish.
"Not like that," she knew exactly what he wanted to imply, but she also knew that he wanted no such thing, at least not from her at that moment, "Just want to clean up, that's all."
"Sure, you say that now, but Remy knows you'll come around," he teased, "It's down the hall to you're left, only other room in the house.Unless you want to walk into a closet that is."
"Then I will have to excuse myself," she stood up, "Thank you for a lovely dinner."
"Any time chere," he called as she turned her back to him and headed towards the bathroom, but she stopped and turned back to him.
"Hey Remy!"
"Yes?"
"Remember when I said that I didn't remember that last time I felt like everything was right with the world?" she didn't know why exactly she was admitting anything to him, let alone what she was about to.
"Yes," he said again.
"After thinking about that dinner we just had," she paused and gave a little smile, "I lied," and with that she shut herself up in the bathroom. Remy just smiled and loudly groaned.
"Condamner, je vais doux dans mon vieil âge," he cursed himself, still with the grin playing on his lips:
"Damn, I am going soft in my old age."
Yayness, another chapter! Hope you liked it and whatnot, wow that seems to be the word of the day: whatnot. Okay, I know the last line sucked, but if you haven't noticed I want to end every chapter with a French line, so I just threw that in there. Well, hope everyone liked it, and yay the meal is FINALLY over! Man that took forever. Okay please r/r I love you all for it and yeah.