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Post by Gambit on Jul 30, 2010 5:41:21 GMT -4
It was not a nice feeling. A dream within a dream, a memory of a dream - no - a dream of a memory, slipping through fingers like those last grains of sleeping sand. Red on black eyes opened in the darkness, glowing dimly on a troubled face.
It had felt so real, as if he had been living every moment, but with each second that ticked by the dream faded further. Faces, places, terrifying battles... all within minutes were gone from his mind leaving only a deep sense of loss and... relief?
Rolling over, he looked at the sleeping form who lay facing him and an almost overwhelming sense of guilt struck him. I was different than the usual guilt he felt ever since that one fateful night; this one felt strange, alien, misplaced, like he had taken something from her, like he had forgotten her. How could he ever forget her? Reaching out, he stroked her ear softly with his thumb.
"Y' asleep?" he asked, quietly, but still a little too loud for someone who did not intend to wake the other.
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Post by Callie on Aug 8, 2010 17:30:59 GMT -4
His voice was quiet, sure, but Callie had spent a long time in some very dangerous places, and it always helped, if you were the kind of person that she was, to sleep lightly. Remy probably knew that of course, what with how close they were and all, and that closeness also contributed to the fact that there was a hell of a lot Callie could read in the man - like when he was deliberately being a little louder and most likely wanted her to be awake, to talk or something like that.
So she yawned, blinking awake and turning round to look at him through sleepy eyes. They hadn't really been thinking too much when they'd stumbled into this motel last night, they'd just wanted to get to a bed, so there was probably something Remy needed to talk about that they hadn't had time for last night. That or a bad dream, he had a lot of those.
It wasn't until she'd turned to him that she really stopped to think about what had been on her mind before his voice had called her to reality. Shadows of edges of dreams flitted across her mind for a moment. Confusing worlds where things were different, things that had been mostly banished from her mind by the sound of his voice and the touch of his hand.
Something to focus on, that was what she needed to stave off the confusion, and right now that something was him.
"What's up?" she asked sleepily.
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Post by Gambit on Aug 11, 2010 20:00:42 GMT -4
She had been asleep, that was clear from her voice, but she didn’t seem too upset that he had woken her. Then again, she had been overly caring and understanding lately, almost to the point of being irritating, that is if she was as obvious as other girls would be. Luckily she allowed him his space and didn’t press him to talk about it, one of the things he loved about her.
“Apparently de bot’ o’ us,” Remy drawled, sounding sleepy himself, one corner of his lips turning up in a half-hearted smile. Pulling his hand back, he rolled over to his back and stared up at the ceiling above them, the smile fading quickly. “Why’d we come back here again?” he eventually spoke again, brows furrowing though he didn’t look at her. This city was haunted, like his past, like his dreams. He didn’t like the feeling of it, didn’t like being here, yet had felt drawn to it. Nothing felt right, yet nothing felt wrong either. It all just felt... off.
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Post by Callie on Aug 14, 2010 13:53:38 GMT -4
She didn't want to say anything cruel. She knew as well as anyone that some things were better off buried, some memories nobody wanted to drag up again, and maybe there were people out there - coddled, patronising people - that would say things about 'working through the pain', or 'processing', and to them she would say just two words, and the second one was off.
If Remy wanted to talk about it, he wanted to talk about it, and if he didn't then she'd allow that too, sometimes things were better off pushed aside and forgotten about... and yet she'd still suggested they come here.
It was a test, almost, not a deliberate attempt to drag things up or cause him any harsh reminders, it was a test to see if he was ready, if he could carry on as normal here, of all places, then everything would be fine again, wouldn't it?
At least that was the explanation she gave herself, rather than listen to the part of her brain that told her there was something here, something they needed, though it wouldn't say what.
"'Cos it be one o' de best places for what we do, you know dat..." she told him, as casually as she could.
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Post by Gambit on Sept 10, 2010 15:43:04 GMT -4
In the darkness, despite his impeccable night vision, Remy couldn't get a good read on Callie's face. It had been her idea to come here in the first place, but she had never given him a truthful reason why, not that he had ever asked for one. In turn he had agreed, but had never given her a truthful reason either. It seemed to be how their relationship worked. They were there for each other, could count on each other, but there was always that silent understanding that there would be no pushing. If something was bothering one of them, if they didn’t want to talk about it it didn’t get discussed. Maybe it wasn’t healthy, but it was comfortable. It worked.
“Oui, dat’s true...” he replied, rubbing one eye sleepily. “Dere ain’ no place like New York fo’ findin’ stupid people wit’ an excess o’ cash.”
It was as good a reason as any, and one they could both agree on.
“So what y’ t’ink we should look fo’ t’morrow?” Remy asked. They were already awake, might as well figure a few things out. Besides... he didn’t want to go back to sleep right now. “Somet’in’ modest yet expensive or somet’in’ extravagent an’ more expensive?”
Was there any other option in New York? Other that something disgusting... and slightly less expensive. That was how New York City itself seemed to work, anyway.
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Post by Callie on Sept 12, 2010 11:32:45 GMT -4
"More expensive de better, 'm feelin' lucky." Callie grinned. It wasn't that she actually was feeling lucky, but she figured they made their own luck, and she was determined to give Remy the best time he'd ever had in New York, to make him feel better about, well, everything.
There was something about this place, just beneath the surface, that made Callie feel almost like she could belong here, even though she knew they never stuck in one place for very long at a time.
Besides, she loved going into the big fancy hotels and pretending to be as posh as all the snobs that usually looked down their noses at her. Sometimes they pretended to be 'somebody' and threw around a lot of 'don't you know who I am?'s. Sometimes they just went in looking like normal, and watched the receptionist's what-are-you-doing-here expression change the second they flashed some cash. However they did it, it would definitely cheer them both up no end.
It would make her feel more like herself, as well, doing such familiar things. Everything felt a little strange at the moment and she couldn't place her finger on why.
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Post by Gambit on Sept 26, 2010 14:43:23 GMT -4
Remy chuckled at the classic Callie response. “In dat case, I guess we gonna be goin’ penthouse shoppin’ t’morrow, non?”
He had plenty of savings tucked away, in many countries and under many names, so it wasn’t as if finding an expensive place would bankrupt them. It wouldn’t take them long to settle in, they always travelled light, so they would be scoping out the next big job soon enough. In the meantime there was always picking pockets or hustling in a bar to give them a little mad money to play with.
“Should we be lookin’ long term?” Remy questioned without really thinking about it. There was a feeling here that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Of course there was the obvious bad memories the place brought back to the surface, but there was something else, something more than that that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
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Post by Callie on Sept 28, 2010 6:54:06 GMT -4
"I guess we are." Callie agreed with a grin. She loved staying in upscale places, it made her feel like they'd really made it somewhere - ok so pretty much every penny they'd ever made was stolen, but they put plenty of hard work into it, and it was a kind of making it. Big corporate bosses were thieves too, they were just less honest about it.
"Oui." She replied without thinking, then paused, wondering at that statement, but then why shouldn't they? It might be good to have a base for a bit, settle down for a little longer, and New York was big enough to settle in without it causing too many problems, as long as they weren't too conspicuous. Nothing at all to do with the fact that it just felt right to be here. Nope. "Settle down for a bit an' take dis place for all it's got, ne?"
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Post by Gambit on Oct 5, 2010 19:46:03 GMT -4
“Dat’s settled, den. I jus’ got one stipulation,” Remy replied, mirroring her grin in the darkness. “We get one dat’s already furnished dis time. Not dat I don’ enjoy shoppin’ wit’ y’, p’tite.”
He added that last bit on a little hasty-like. It was actually pretty amusing wandering into a furniture store looking like complete ruffians and then proceeding to buy an entire living room set, but something in him just wanted to get settled and over with, while another part simply didn’t want to put the time and effort into it. Despite Callie’s quick agreement that they stay here for a while, Remy wasn’t so sure that was a good idea. For her, of course, he would stay for a while but so many of his instincts were already telling him to run.
“Jus’ y’ wanna decorate everyt’in’ purple,” he covered easily, giving her ear a playful flick, and preparing himself for retaliation. If not for that, than for what he was about to say. “Now speakin’ o’ settlin’ down... hush now, I be tryin’ t’ sleep.”
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Post by Callie on Oct 12, 2010 6:01:09 GMT -4
"What's wrong wit' purple?" She asked, faux-huffily, glaring at him - a glare that evolved into a thrown pillow at his next comment.
"I'm sorry, who woke who up exactly?" she demanded, but the irritation in her voice was nothing more than show. She couldn't really be mad at Remy for very long, they were just too close. Even if he did bug her, a punch to the arm or a thrown pillow was really all it would earn him.
"You hush up." She muttered, sticking her tongue out at him and snuggling back down under the covers. "G'night."
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Post by Gambit on Oct 12, 2010 20:36:53 GMT -4
Laughing loudly at the expected retaliation, Remy easily caught the pillow Callie had thrown at him. Settling down on his own pillow he still held on to hers, not willing to give it up just yet, though it seemed she wasn’t too concerned about it. Already she had buried herself back under the covers, though not before one last little display of maturity.
“Good comeback, p’tite. Very mature o’ ya,” he drawled at the huddle of blankets beside him. Growing silent again, he let his mind drift. If he could just get some sleep, a sleep without those haunting dreams, maybe everything would look better in the morning.
It would surely make it easier to pretend it was, at the very least. “G’night, Calliecat,” he muttered, letting his own eyes drift closed again.
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