Sovereign-Chapter 5
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"Why do you idolize dat girl from de band you like, mignonne?" the question was sudden; Rogue, Remy and I were just retreating from our early morning session with Logan. Bruises before 6 am. What a fun day.
"I don't know Rems. Why do you idolize the Phantom of the Opera?" Rogue smiled as Remy turned into a tomato.
"What? De homme had stalking down perfectly. De fille didn' even know dat he was stalkin' her until he told her. Dat whole t'ing wit de mirror-"
"A, nevah even happened accordin' to history, B, the book made girls all over the world afraid to change in fron' a mirrors," Rogue said, and I burst out laughing.
"Chére! You're on her side?" he asked her softly.
"On this one Remy, Ah'm definitely on yah sister's side," Remy smirked. Oh crap. I can feel the not-so-subtle sexual innuendo coming…
"Will dat apply after Remy t'rows y' over his shoulder an'-"
"REMY!!! EMPATH, RIGHT HERE, EXTREME, RIGHT THERE!!!" I screamed at him. That calmed down the love-and-lust fest. There was a dead silence following my outburst---Then Rogue began to laugh.
"What's so funny Rogue?" I asked the Goth. I didn't believe in labeling myself, but if I did…I'd probably fall somewhere between Goth and Emo.
"The fact that yellin' at him works fer ya, but not fer meh," I smirked at these words. Remy began to whisper into her ear in fluent French. I still didn't understand most of what he was saying, despite the fact that I was taking French lessons on the internet so I could understand my brother half the time—but once I heard the words "bed" and "love" in close proximity with a few unrecognizable words in-between, I knew this was probably nothing I would learn in any online beginners course. Remy winked at Rogue who was now the tomato, and then walked off.
"What the heck did he say?" It seemed that Remy had taught Rogue some French in some "private lessons."
"What did he say? I wouldn't repeat the words back to anyone, especially not his 15 year old sister," she told me, and I smirked.
"Eh. I've probably experienced whatever he's planning," I walked off leaving Rogue dumbstruck at what I had said, even though she knew full well what I had meant.
I was alone in the bedroom that night. Well, that was inevitable. I wonder what Remy would do if he had roommates. Wait, I can probably answer that one right now…they'd be right here, in Rogue's bed. I smirked at the thought of someone like Piotr or Bobby being Remy's roommate, only to be kicked out constantly and switching beds with Rogue, even though Piotr would probably go to Kitty…But I liked being alone, even though Rogue and Remy were only 2 doors down. I heard a sound that was strangely alike to a moan.
His lips were on hers. Thoughts ceased to exist in her mind, the only thing running through was this kiss, one that was becoming part of her very being, making her feel warm down to her very core, bringing her spirit to life in ways that she had never been alive before, giving her love. His arms held her close and she didn't protest, she didn't pull away from him, she felt her own emotions shine through the wave that was city life for an empath. Love seemed to come out of both their bodies, the most powerful emotion for a person to feel, and it was true. They had found their soul mates in their first kiss. They both knew it but they never admitted it. Soon he'd be too old to date her anyway, and they'd be separated. Her mind always wandered to this, then wandered back to the Wanderer.
My thoughts were filled with that memory, our first kiss, the first time that I felt an explosion in my head from a physical action. I couldn't help it when I touched my lips with my fingers, the feeling of that kiss coming back. I sighed and got up from my position on the bed and turned on my stereo lightly just trying to get the thoughts out of my mind.
"Long lost words whisper slowly
To me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time
I've been so hollow
Inside
Watching me
Wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Feeling yo-"
I clicked the button for switch song, tears threatening to burst through as the song brought back more memories.
He pulled her down onto the bed, they were laughing together. He was tickling her. Her empathy, through the humor of the tickle fest she was being tortured with, felt the glimmer of love from him. He loved her. That was her need. She needed to be loved by him. Being loved as a sister or daughter by the others was definitely a plus, but it was Wanderer that really mattered. He loved her in the truest way. She loved him, and she felt their connection. Nothing would ever change that.
"How can you see into my eyesLike open doors
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb?
Without a soul
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find me there and
Lead it back home.
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become.
Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to lif-"
The song was once again switched as the memories kept flooding through. I couldn't get rid of them.
"You're upset Lynnie," he sat down next to her and pulled her closer to him. She could feel his body warmth as she leaned into his chest."How do you know?" she asked him, not looking to his face. She was afraid of him seeing her eyes, even though he had always told her how much he loved them, how beautiful they were, she always thought they were monstrous, hideous. He deserves something better than I am, she thought as she buried her head closer into his chest.
"I heard that," his voice echoed in her head. She just let the tears fall onto his shirt.
"Well, its true, Perry. You deserve better than I am. I'm just a demon," she said, referring to herself with the words someone had used for her a few days ago when the two of them where out in the park.
"You're not a demon. You know that. Your eyes are beautiful, my love. I've told you that many times, and I will never stop telling the truth," his voice was sweet, these words spoken into her auburn hair.
"I'm having nightmares every night," she said so softly that he hardly heard her. He just held her closer.
"I'll help you get rid of them," He said kissing her hair. "I promise,"
"I'm so tired of being hereSuppressed by all my chi-"
I turned off the boom box, allowing silence to once again fill the room. I put myself to sleep by not allowing myself to think, and just staring at the ceiling. Everything was going to keep on going…and I would be left behind, living in the past.
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Review Responses:
Enigma Nox: I'm so glad to hear from you!!!! my original long essay-like response got deleted (apparently I logged on about now 3 days ago) so I'll touch on the points from both of your reviews in a little blurb.
I took inspiration for the parts of Rogue I didn't know much about from one of my friends. She likes the band and their morals and stuff like that, but she doesn't like the death-metal feel that is most of their songs. She enjoys the slower ones like My Immortal and Hello, but not really the metal ones like Going Under and Tourniquet and pretty much all of them except for a couple others I'm too tired to list, so thats the whole Rogue-on-Evanescence thing... and I do love them, or as I said to Hayleye yesterday "Ally loves the Evanescence!!!"...I think Remy is rubbing off on me...Anyway, I am pushing the limits with tormenting Remy, we torment him but I space it out over time so he has time to calm down in between...XD everybody wins! And yes I do agree that that guy who flamed me was a bit of an ass, but I can live. I'm a lot stronger than he seems to think I am XD.