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Post by Christine MacTaggart on May 10, 2010 16:21:13 GMT -4
AN: For all pertinent background, please read this thread: xevolved.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=xrarchives&action=display&thread=3388 - Good, you've read it? Now, hold on for this wild and bumpy ride Christine pulled her hair up into a tight ponytail and sighed. Busy day at the hospital, she thought, glancing over the bed, her lips quirking upwards. Oh, yes, this was the best part of the day - getting to watch the man she was with sleep. She set her brush down and padded over, silent. She settled down on the edge of the bed next to him and telekinetically brushed his bangs off his forehead. Oh yes, he was fine indeed. Oh, so very fine. True, he wasn't what she would have gone for but things were different. He needed her, she needed him. It was that simple. "Hey," she breathed huskily in his ear. |
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Post by Gambit on May 13, 2010 15:43:24 GMT -4
He was dreaming again, that same wonderful, terrible dream. Every night the same. Every time, so real. He could feel her skin, smooth beneath his fingertips; could taste her intoxicating flavour on his tongue. Her laughter made his heart soar, her smile made it ache. Pure, unadulterated, unending, undying love coursed through him. Every night she breathed life into him. Every night she forgave him.
Every morning he died a little more when he realised it wasn’t true. Just another dream. The same dream. Every night he saw her face...
A voice suddenly shattering his peace and drawing him back to reality, for a moment he allowed himself to hope - he always allowed himself to hope - but it faded as quickly as the dream as he slowly opened his eyes.
The face that hovered above his was never hers.
“Mornin’, chère,” Remy greeted, a sleepy smile on his lips as he gazed up with bleary, half-lidded eyes. She had no idea how his dreams haunted him - he was far too good a actor, she was too gullible, and they were both too willing to forget - and he was determined she never would.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on May 13, 2010 16:31:54 GMT -4
Christine smiled and settled next to him, stroking his hair with her hands this time. "How'd you sleep?" she asked softly, gently. There was always this look he had when he thought she wasn't looking - she knew he missed someone that wasn't her, hell, she got that look when she thought of him. But life dealt them so many different cards that she reached, grabbed, prayed for a card that wouldn't bring her so much pain this life around.
Heaven knew all her prior cards had given her so much. Death, rebirth, universal reshuffle... So much pain, and yet, here was someone that wasn't going to hurt her, something that didn't cause her heart to break, bleed, lie shattered on the cutting room floor.
"What are the plans for the day?" she asked, sinking down onto their bed and allowing a brief snuggle before she would rise again and get ready for work - that is, unless he managed to convince her to call out...
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Post by Gambit on May 15, 2010 17:06:51 GMT -4
His eyes drifting closed again when Christine started stroking her hands through his hair, Remy wrapped one arm around her lazily. It was strange, thinking of them here, now; it was not something he ever would have predicted for them. They had always flirted in the past, but their hearts had always belonged to others.
He would bet money that they both still did.
“Like a log. I t’ink I be gettin’ slow. Didn’t even hear y’ come in,” he muttered, opening just one eye to peer at her. “Not good practice fo’ a t’ief.”
But here they were, and somehow it just seemed obvious. Through everything, Chris had always been there. She had never forgotten him, had always believed in him, had never hated him. Even when they were on opposite sides, she had seen good in him, had considered him her friend. While the world shifted and changed around them, crumbling, rebuilding, they alone seemed to remain the same.
Plans for the day? Now there was a question, one he didn’t know how to answer. Did he really do anything anymore? Drink, hustle... rather pathetic for the once greatest thief of New Orleans. A sad fall from grace.
“Mais, I was t’inkin’...” A mischievous grin on his lips, Remy suddenly tightened his arm around her and pulled her over on top of him.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on May 15, 2010 21:51:01 GMT -4
Christine gave that airy laugh she had started to laugh right when she had moved out of the X-Mansion, taking on the name, the role of Christine Palmer, a nurse at the then nearby hospital. Another name, another life ago - she discarded that name (for that name brought pain to her - it was, after all, the name that she had been using when it happened and she didn't want those painful memories to continue to haunt her), allowing the man she was now with to come up with a new identity for her. "I like what you think," she said, smiling down at him, nuzzling his neck gently. Still felt strange, but it had been too long and he belonged to, loved someone else now. Someone who wasn't her. Too much had happened, changed between them that it.. She quickly thought of a song, anything to distract her from going down that painful trip down memory lane. Still hurt knowing that he had fallen again for the starry-eyed innocent that she no longer was. Bitter, yes. She was. But deservedly so. How much had she fought, sacrificed for them, for *him* and what was her reward - just further heartache.. Okay, really needed to switch gears before he could sense her growing bitterness towards her old team, her old family, her old life. "Hmmm," she let the hm drag out as she snuggled into arms that promised her safety. "Do you want a partner in doing some of your old routine? You did ask me once if I wanted to try on the black hat..."
it, you ask? Why don't you go check out the hospital to see that story? |
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Post by Gambit on Jun 19, 2010 18:19:34 GMT -4
There was always something there, lurking in the background. Promises made in another life, memories and thoughts of others, feelings they could not shake. It lurked in shadows, moved between them like the very air they breathed, but together they had an unspoken agreement to ignore it. The past was the past. They didn’t discuss it, they were new people, they lived for each other. Some days it was easy.
Some days it was the most difficult thing Remy had ever had to do. But if he allowed himself to think, if he allowed himself to wonder... he would only end up in the same shape he had been in when he’d first gone to Chris, on the night that had started this whole affair. Then she would question him, then she would know.
Closing his eyes again, he chuckled. “Désolé, ma belle, but I jus’ can’t picture you wit’ de black hat,” he drawled, fingertips running lightly up her spine. “Y’ always be de good girl, wearin’ de white hat. De worst t’ing y’ ever done is run off wit’ some t’ievin’ scoundrel...”
Lifting his head slightly, he gave her shoulder a playful nip.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Jun 20, 2010 18:30:26 GMT -4
Christine shook her head, a wry smile on her lips. "No, Remy," she said softly. "The worst thing I've done was.." her voice trailed off as she got that distant look as she thought about the forbidden past - the past she and Remy knew. "Well, Dark Phoenix did a lot of things, some.. not fit for polite company. Or even.. not polite company." It was the closest she ever came to a reveal to Remy about what she had done, had in some dark part of her psyche.. enjoyed. Maybe today would be the day that she forgot about that past - the darkness that lingered within her, even if it wasn't a part of her anymore. Scars were still there in the mirror when she got herself dressed, the physical scars might have been long gone - but the mental, emotional... Those lingered - and were part of the reason she had fled the mansion when she had.
She gave a pained smile for a moment before chirping when he nipped her. "Oh, so that's how we're playing today, huh?" she asked, peering down at him with wide blue eyes before leaning down to nip him herself. It was a soft nibble where the neck met the shoulder, that infinitely tender bit of flesh.
"See something you like?" she asked, allowing the sleeves of her top to slip slightly so he could see the white lacy straps that lay hidden under the shirt.
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Post by Gambit on Jul 12, 2010 17:19:32 GMT -4
Maybe Remy didn’t want to talk about it, but it seemed that Chris did. It took all his skills not to tense up when she got that look on her face and started to speak about her past. He didn’t want to talk about it, didn’t want to think about it. They had both done terrible things, hurt many people... the difference was that what Remy had done had been his own choice. He didn’t want to face that side of himself again.
“Wasn’t you,” was all he said to her words, hoping it was enough to get her to drop it. Fortunately she seemed to take to the teasing quite well, teasing back in her own way.
“I t’ink y’ jus’ proved m’ point, chère,” he drawled, grinning up at her and hooking one finger under one of the straps. “Bad femmes, dey don’ wear white undert’ings.”
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