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Comments

[cajunspice]

Ahh, don't get me wrong cherie, know ya can cook, [After all, wasn't that one of their first steps towards their mixed up little friendship thing they had going here, her inviting him to Thanksgiving dinner after his butt had fallen into Luceti? He knew she was damn good at it, both savory and sweet, it wasn't a case of questioning that.]

But 've also been on the other side of ya hits 'nd know what a punch they pack.

[touchofrogue]

[Aww, flattery will get him everywhere. Or something. It did make her smile at least.]

A girl can do more'n one thing well.

[cajunspice]

Oh, I know cherie, I know. [It was said after another sip of coffee and a movement of his next piece.] Would be damn stupid to think that, let 'lone say it to ya face, petite fire fille or not.

[touchofrogue]

See, now I'm startin' ta see your appeal. [Teasing, directing the next piece.] Lines like that are 'bound ta go right to a little fire girl's head.

[cajunspice]

That 'nd my stunnin' good looks, my 'mazin' skills, my smooth voice. [The last part was purred out.] Stuff like that.

[touchofrogue]

[Have you ever seen a tiny being made completely out of fire snort? It's probably strange.]

You wish.

[She indicated a move on the board. It didn't matter who won or lost, what mattered was that he was playing the game.]

[cajunspice]

I know. [Remy gave a flip of his head, as if to throw long hair back that he no longer had. Luckily it had grown out a bit since he had it shaved short in Luceti, but he was still getting use to having it short again.

More movement of her piece, then his, using it to take one of her tokens and moving it to the side after he had jumped it.] Sure ya can see well 'nough from down there? [He teased.]

[touchofrogue]

Please, your head's big enough that I could see it from the next planet.

[Indicating where he should slide her next piece, advancing through where it was safe.]

[cajunspice]

Ya sure ya talkin' 'bout m' head. [There was a full on grin and laugh as he said that, unable to help himself and it just coming out. It was so easy to joke around with Rogue, she could handle anything he put out and hand it right back to him. On the occasions she couldn't, well, they managed to repair the breaks so far, even if they were only taped together, but it was more than most did for him.]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue laughed.] I said see it from the next planet. 'Not need a magnifyin' glass when I'm sittin' right next ta ya.'

[cajunspice]

[Remy let out a loud laugh at that, before feigning being hurt by the comment and putting a hand over his heart.] Ah! Ya cut me deep, chere, that just be mean.

[touchofrogue]

[She joined in when he laughed, the nonsense of it all appealing to her.]

Well, I am mean. [Said with a small smile, directing him where to next place her piece.] Ask anyone.

[cajunspice]

Ah cherie, ya say that but I know better. 'less ya without coffee, then I wouldn't dream of crossin' ya path. [More pieces moved, the game proceeding to progress.]

[touchofrogue]

Look at that, he can be taught!

[In the end, it won't matter who wins the game. When it's complete, a small puzzle piece will appear next to the board where nothing had been there before.]

[cajunspice]

Some things do get through this thick skull.

[As the piece appeared, Remy's eyes shifted from the game to it, picking it up and turning it over before raising a brow to her. His vision then shifted to the jigsaw, looking back at the piece in hand to see where it fitted in and moved to place it in it's place, but stopped just before he did and looked to Rogue again, as if to check it was ok to do so.]

[touchofrogue]

[The girl made out of fire nodded.]

It's alright. Ya won it. It's your way out, once ya fit it into place.

[There was, of course, a memory attached to it. But there was nothing Rogue could do about that. It was part of the price.]

[cajunspice]

[Looking down at the piece in his hand, then to where it belonged on the board, Remy hesitated before palming the piece and resettled back into his chair. Not yet.

There was still something weighing on his mind, something he had shoved away and hidden under the fun of their normal teasing talk to one another, with the food and coffee, with the game. But now, with it coming to an end, it felt still unresolved if he didn't say something.]

'm sorry for how he treated ya back then. He, me, whatever it all really be.

[touchofrogue]

[Oh. Well. That... was unexpected.

She'd cared for that Remy. Cared for him a great deal. They'd been through a lot together, and for him to manipulate her like that had done more than hurt, it had all but completely destroyed what had been slowly blossoming between them.

He had never apologized.

Remy was, now. She grew slightly within her glass cage to curl hands of fire over the edge and fully stare at him.]

It wasn't you. That's hard ta see right at first, but I know it's true. There's no knowin' that you in the same situation would've made the same call. Ya don't owe me an apology for him. [She paused a moment, remembering the terror of jumping into that ditch, the desperation behind that kiss, the sickness of betrayal, and gave Remy a small smile.] But I appreciate it, anyway.

[cajunspice]

That's the thing, I don't know that. Clearly some part of me would do that otherwise it wouldn't had happened. [He slouched down further in the chair, turning the puzzle piece around and around between his fingers.]

Don't wanna think I would do it, but ain't sure I wouldn't. [There was a tightening of his jaw at those thoughts.] So oui, I do owe ya that, just 'cause I don't remember it don't mean it didn' hurt ya. I should had known better, he should had known better.

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue didn't like seeing Remy like this, slumped into himself over something that really had nothing to do with him, over something to do with her -- except she had to give him credit. He could have pushed it off. He could have denied it had anything to do with him, even told her that she was at fault, or gloated. He wasn't doing anything like that... and he was clearly beating himself up over it...

Something stirred in her heart toward him, some kind of genuine compassion and understanding... and a certain respect.]

He should have. [Rogue agreed quietly, entirely herself for the moment, not a touch of the tour guide about her flaming form.] An' now ya do too. I ain't gonna hold it against ya, I accept your apology even though I don't think I need to hear it from ya, an' I... appreciate ya sayin' this.

[cajunspice]

[It explained a lot for when he first got to Luceti. Hell, how would he had reacted if Bella had just randomly showed up? One that hadn't hurt him like his wife had, one from another universe or earlier in their life? Remy wasn't sure he could handle it, so he gave Rogue a hell of a lot of credit for doing so. And for not kicking his ass the moment he landed in that tree.

Eyeing the piece in his hand, Remy sat up further in his chair.] Merci for all of this cherie, was kinda fun. [The game and food at least.

One more twirl of the jigsaw piece in his hand before Remy placed it on the board.]

[touchofrogue]

[The room around him fades and the air looses its chill, taking on the heavy warmth and humidity of the American South in late spring. You are sitting on a porch at twilight, the stretch of grass in your backyard reaching the length that lets you know that you're going to need to mow it soon. Soon, but not yet. On your lap is a black guitar.

You hold it a little awkwardly - it is still a little big for you, but you know you'll grow, know you'll get more comfortable with it the more you practice. You are plucking out cord progression, working your fingers in awkward configurations on its neck.

It hurts, but you think you hear something almost like music, and that spurs you to keep going. You stop after a little while, feeling something slick on the fingers of your right hand. Pulling it back, you gasp. You are bleeding. The wire of the strings has not cut you, but your skin was so soft that the simple pressure of the repeated motion on the narrow, hard strings has pulled blood out through your skin.

You smile at the blood, at the pain. Good. You do not want your hands to be soft. You wipe the blood off with a tissue and do a scale again, your black gloves resting to the side in your peripheral vision.]


With the price of the memory, the door to the outside opens, and he is free to leave and wake in his own bed, with whatever strange dreams may remain...

[cajunspice]

[Music was never something Remy really grasped onto. Sure he had his favorite styles and pieces he liked to listen to, but it wasn't a dominating part of his life, more sitting in the background and being part of his normal world. He had grown up around jazz from being in New Orleans, years of blues and soulful melodies that surrounded the streets, classical works from his father and tante, older rock from his brother, hymns from church. But nothing that held onto him like this.

Yet he could still appreciate it, still understand that same urge to conqueror a new tool, like when he first learnt to pick a lock. How many times had he failed, had aches and pains from gripping the tools too tight out of desperation to make them work, learning to be patient and listen for the click that gave away the pins turning. Uphill battles that you knew would lead to something great, even if you were the only one who would appreciate it.

Feeling himself fall back into his own body, away from the memories, and with the door now wide open for her, Remy stood and placed a hand to the side of the vessel she was in, ignoring the heat of it as he was so use to the feeling of burning up.]

See ya later, cherie. [Giving her one last smile before he stepped out of the room.]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue flared backwards when he touched the glass, not wanting to burn the idiot, but really... it was kind of sweet. She smiled at him, shook her head, and watched him disappear.

That... could have been a lot worse.]