Finally after years of being enemies, teammates, friends, and then best friends, they were finally boyfriend and girlfriend. Although admittedly, it was still odd to think of them as together… Rogue had to pinch herself to remind herself that it was real. That their relationship was real and she wasn’t dreaming.
However the victory had not been easily won… but they ended up triumphing in the end. Even with all the obstacles of previous girlfriends and boyfriends, and with the obstacle of being unable to touch skin to skin, they were still together and finally found their other half.
implied character death. "If you won't dare to kiss me, pretend it's an affair," he whispers through choked breath. Laugh is thick through tears as she crouches besides him, too frightened to touch.
If he just holds on for a few more moments, the ambulance can come and everything will be like a fairytale.
Shaking her head, she leans over his body, eyes flickering everywhere but the bloody wound that is quickly staining the ground around him.
The childish part of her wants to be amazed that so much blood is escaping and he's still joking. But he's her Remy, something she doubts she'll ever speak aloud. Gloved hands whisper across his face, over lips and closed eyes.
"You can't die, not here," she pleads, so tired of pleading. Begging to touch, to be normal, to be loved.
She wants this affair, wants it so badly she can taste it on the tip of her tongue. Deeply breathing out, she slips her gloves off with practiced motion. Before her mind can think, she runs hands over rough stubble, over soft lips.
She sympathizes, to the extent that she can. It's not much, but it's something. The man inside is... confused. His soul has become a weather vein for the powers that blow across the earth, powers he can neither understand nor control. He twists and turns and stalls and waits, always at their mercy, at their whim. He was righteous yesterday; now, his heart is dark.
She, too, has been used. She has tried to be good, to be right, but there is always a tether, a tie, a bind, a hold to that place of infinite darkness from where she came; her past is always near.
It is easy to offer herself as a trade for her friends. They are strong, they protest, but she can see where the fight will escalate, where the shadows that lurk in his footsteps will anger and strike out in their true and terrifying form, and they are strong, too. She can do this. More so, she wants to. She wants to show him her secrets and her passions and all the forbidden urges that lap against her consciousness like eager dogs, begging to be unleashed. She wants to share
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They were finally together.
Finally after years of being enemies, teammates, friends, and then best friends, they were finally boyfriend and girlfriend. Although admittedly, it was still odd to think of them as together… Rogue had to pinch herself to remind herself that it was real. That their relationship was real and she wasn’t dreaming.
However the victory had not been easily won… but they ended up triumphing in the end. Even with all the obstacles of previous girlfriends and boyfriends, and with the obstacle of being unable to touch skin to skin, they were still together and finally found their other half.
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"If you won't dare to kiss me, pretend it's an affair," he whispers through choked breath.
Laugh is thick through tears as she crouches besides him, too frightened to touch.
If he just holds on for a few more moments, the ambulance can come and everything will be like a fairytale.
Shaking her head, she leans over his body, eyes flickering everywhere but the bloody wound that is quickly staining the ground around him.
The childish part of her wants to be amazed that so much blood is escaping and he's still joking.
But he's her Remy, something she doubts she'll ever speak aloud.
Gloved hands whisper across his face, over lips and closed eyes.
"You can't die, not here," she pleads, so tired of pleading. Begging to touch, to be normal, to be loved.
She wants this affair, wants it so badly she can taste it on the tip of her tongue.
Deeply breathing out, she slips her gloves off with practiced motion.
Before her mind can think, she runs hands over rough stubble, over soft lips.
"Ma chérie," he murmurs, voice ( ... )
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H^2 should be written more **
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She, too, has been used. She has tried to be good, to be right, but there is always a tether, a tie, a bind, a hold to that place of infinite darkness from where she came; her past is always near.
It is easy to offer herself as a trade for her friends. They are strong, they protest, but she can see where the fight will escalate, where the shadows that lurk in his footsteps will anger and strike out in their true and terrifying form, and they are strong, too. She can do this. More so, she wants to. She wants to show him her secrets and her passions and all the forbidden urges that lap against her consciousness like eager dogs, begging to be unleashed. She wants to share ( ... )
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I like this. Raven's dark side TOTALLY lurks under the surface. And...well...Dean makes the good girls go bad.
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