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Aw, ya say the sweetest things to me, Rogue. [Remy placed a hand over his heart, a warm, but fake, smile aimed her way before he let them both drop.] 'nd no, I don't typically have to get to that point with my, ah, 'dates'. [Did they really count as dates? Maybe back home, not so much on the Fleet.]

The fact that ya felt you even needed ta answer that tells me all I need ta know. [She paused shortly before his feet and lightly kicked the sole of his boot.] C'mon, get up if ya wanna get goin'.

[Yeah, she was not looking forward to this part at all. She was trying to put on a bit of a cocky front to put him off the trail of just how uncomfortable this thought was.

...although technically she supposed they didn't say anything about standing in front of the tree. Maybe they could just sit and hold hands?]

Edited 2016-08-14 19:23 (UTC)

What? Ya goin' to make me stand after all that walkin'? [And carrying, but he wasn't going to push that joke more than once, he had been more than happy to carry the bag in exchange for her coming along with him. Her company was worth the few aches of having the bag strapped digging into his shoulders.]

If I can, you can. [Rogue sighed, looking at him. Then she glanced up toward the branches, the brilliant red leaves, then back down to him and the wildflowers and... she almost felt invited to join.

Oh, what the heck, she was tired.] ...scoot over. Might as well give it a try.

[Remy gave her a 'really?' look after glancing at the mass of space either side of him, before a sigh and roll of his eyes and he did in fact 'scoot over' for her. Settling in his new spot now, Remy adjusted his position to get comfortable again.] Come on then.

[Yes, really. If he was going to make her sit down like that, he should have to give a little too... somehow.

She sat down, a good six inches or so between them and just... did her best to get comfortable.]

[Glancing to her, Remy let out a breath, second guessing himself about this all.] I guess it be a little 'nsultin' considerin' we walked out all this way now to say we don't gotta do this. [Yeah, even to his ears that didn't sound right.] Can stop 'ny time though, ya know that, right?

[She gave him a sidelong glance.] You know that, right? If - your shield starts ta fail or anythin' starts ta hurt...

[She bit the inside of her cheek before continuing.] I don't know how this'll work with the thought-sharin'. If ya get more'n mine... [She glances away.] ...I know I don't have ta ask you to keep my secrets. But if ya get those too, ya have ta keep 'em too. Ain't fair otherwise.

[Oh yeah, that was an issue now, wasn't it? It wasn't just her powers that could cause trouble now.] Yeah Rogue, I know. 'nd ya let me know if gets too hot for ya.

[As for what this mind link might show...] 'nything I see stays with me, 'nd... know ya will do the same. Though don't go blamin' me if I fall 'nto my normal way of puttin' off telepaths.

[She gave him a slightly wary look.] What's your normal way of puttin' off telepaths?

[Because of course she'd keep his secrets. She always had. And she trusted him with hers, if it came to that. He'd earned it.]

Ahh, either thinkin' of a real annoyin' song, or thinkin' of something really disgustin'. [Remy put on a grin as he said that and shrugged a shoulder.] Tends to make most of them get out of ya head pretty fast.

[Oh, that wasn't as bad as she thought it'd be. Still, she sighed and rested her head back against the trunk.] The point of it is ta share somethin'. We'll be here all night if ya just try an' keep me out.

[...and her hand would definitely burn if she tried to hold his all night. She'd be able to heal it after, but she didn't want to do that to either of them. Opening her eyes, she glanced over at him with a small smile before confessing:] This is really weird for me.

I think this whole planet be weird for ya, [It was delivered with a smile, before vanishing and Remy nodded his head.] I know, cherie, 'nd know I probably ain't the homme who should be here doin' this with ya, so I be very thankful ya agreed to do this with me.

[A pause and a sigh later, Remy held out his hand to her's, having slipped off his own glove before offering his hand.]

Edited 2016-08-15 01:08 (UTC)

[She gave him a brief, warm smile.] Well, if somebody had ta have ya runnin' around in their head, it might as well be me. [After all, it wasn't the first time. And it wasn't as if Loki had expressed any interest in the tree, so... here they were.

She looked at his bare hand and took a moment or two to herself before taking off a single glove as well.] ...alright. Here goes nothin'.

[And she rested her hand over his.]

[And... Huh, well... this was better than expected, although maybe it was the case that Remy was expecting it to be closer to how her powers worked. Holding still for several long moments, they started to stretch into something edging towards awkward.

'Quick, make a joke'.] So... come here often? [Yep, perfect! Nailed it! ...or not.]

[His hand was uncomfortably warm, but not painfully so. It was a a little weird to be... doing this at all, actually. Doing it with someone who wasn't Loki on top of that added a layer of bizarre. She didn't look at him, though. She looked at their hands and then straight ahead, resting her head against the tree and waiting for something to happen.

And what happened was a bad joke.

Rogue snorted.] Nice try, Cajun.

['Right, he ain't one for silence.']

Sorry. ['Ya have no idea'. There was just a need to fill the air, although truth be told it was certainly easier to just sit in silence with her than most, if it wasn't for the fact she was so fun to annoy. That thought alone made the corner of his mouth raise a touch into a smile, a warm feeling towards their bizarre little friendship crossing over the link they had.]

This is kinda weird though, non? Like... bein' an empath or something, mixed with just a dose of telepathy. [Remy was also carefully keeping his hand still for the moment, as if any movement to it would be too much on top of everything else that was happening.]

[She felt the little jolt of warmth over their connection and gave him a startled glance before smiling at him. Warmth sparked its own warmth and... yeah, he was her friend. The connection would give him a glimpse into what that meant to her.]

Empathy's... kinda addictive when you've got it. [She couldn't help but remember when she had possessed that power, and a low note of sadness rang through their connection. 'Anja...'] It ain't offensive, not unless ya grab hold of someone an' try to overwhelm them with sadness or somethin', but I think it'd be a neat power ta have. It's the sort of thing that can... help.

['Oh...' His hand grip did change with that, moving to actually hold her hand and give it a squeeze rather than just letting them lie palm to palm. He knew loss far too well, but not the idea of losing a child. There was no pity towards Rogue about it, but certainly more than enough empathy for what she had gone through.] Can ya even 'magine a codename for someone usin' it for 'evil'. Mr Sad, the Gloomy Doom Bringer. [Yes, he couldn't help it, he wanted to wipe that moment of sadness from her mind by hiding it behind silly jokes.] Captain Moodswings.

[It worked, more or less. The pain ebbed and the warmth returned, appreciative and wryly amused. She shook her head at him.] If the next thing out of your mouth has ta do with the menstrual cycle, you are gonna have a very uncomfortable night.

[She knew he wouldn't, though. Remy 'didn't make jokes that hurt' other people or put them down. It just wasn't who he was.]

[That got a laugh out of him, instantly chasing away any bad thoughts or his own painful memories, leaning his head back against the tree as it eventually trailed off into a sigh.] Ok cherie, ya gotta give me some leeway if ya plannin' to make more jokes like that, 'cause I hold no responsibility for where m' brain will take them. [Although despite his words, in this case it didn't, instead settling into a happiness of how well they worked together and could get on.

It was certainly a change from their first few meetings, a brief flash of when the X-Men first ran across the Acolytes coming to mind before it was brushed aside.]

[Rogue was distracted from his words by that sudden flash of memory and blinked a few times.] Huh, I almost -- saw that.

[Did that mean their connection was getting stronger?

...though of course, she hadn't exactly been CLEAR about what she'd almost seen.]

[Remy turned to glance at her, raising his brows.] Saw what? [Then pausing to think and...] That memory of mine? [That scene instantly flashing back to mind, and in particular their first run in. The fact he had spotted her trying to sneak off in the first place, tracking her down to keep an eye on her and make sure she wasn't going to flank them... giving her that charged card.

In hindsight Remy felt bad about that, it had been mean, and he was very pleased she was able to throw it away before it exploded.]

[It was interesting to see it from his perspective, if ever so briefly. Rogue knew that she was dangerous, knew that when she set her mind to something in the field it usually got done, but watching the way Remy had watched her then was... something. She felt his wicked amusement that he'd managed to 'disarm' her so easily, and he'd thought she was a threat... Well, fool her once.

'It had been mean. But we weren't exactly friends at the time'...]

Yeah, ya pourin' out of that giant metal ball. Gotta be a metaphor for insecurity there, if ya look hard enough...

[But her memories of that day surfaced as well, the fear for her teammates and for herself that she always felt in those situations, tempered down and focused with the determination to not let anything bad happen if she could help it... but she couldn't help it, that day had been a disaster and Area 51 had been terrifying. The cages, the scientists, Logan spread out like that and not being able to do a thing to help...]

[Oh, well... that certainly keep his mood low. He wasn't proud of what he did that day, not with what happened to the X-Men and Brotherhood. While Remy had no clue what Mags had planned, it didn't change he had been part of it, and thus partly responsible for the team getting caught. If he had known... well, even if he did he wasn't sure he would had done it different. Honestly... he was scared of Magneto, both of the man's powers but also what he had on Remy, what he could had used against him if he didn't work for him. It once again came down to his own skin versus others, and that always left a bad taste in his mouth, but at least he was still alive to feel such a thing. Survival, it came down to survival.

'Wish I could take it back.'

Yet on the outside he kept up her joking manner, a contrast to his thoughts.] Oh mon Dieu! I hated those things. Ya have 'ny clue how uncomfortable those were? Couldn't stand up in them while they were movin', couldn't really sit in them without hurtin' ya back 'cause they all curved 'nside. Was bad by all accounts.

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