fandom_muses | January
Timing
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It was a dull, damp and miserable day in New York, which seemed fitting considering the unexpected turn of events. Remy really wished he could slice himself down the middle and be in two places at once, but like life in general, shit most certainly happens. It was just bad timing and something that was completely out of everyone’s hands.
Rogue was right, though. Remy had to be with Flynn for the moment and it seemed that getting back on his bike was a good thing because he fully intended to commute extensively between Princeton and New York in the coming few days. Even though he knew the Princeton crowd of their posse would do everything in their power to make sure Rogue was okay and taken care of, Remy needed to be there for her too. And he would be, but it was going to take a fine balance. When he had sat there and watched Rogue attentively and unconditionally sit at her unconscious husband’s bedside, something was biting in Remy’s gut that he couldn’t quite recognise. He just knew, however, that Flynn was his lover and he was sick… New York was where Remy needed to be and Rogue had been the one - as always - to nudge him in the right direction to see the light.
Remy had stayed long enough in Princeton that Chase’s doctor declared him ‘critical but stable’. Lachlan returned with news that the Head of the hospital or something wasn’t going to let this Dr House take Chase’s case just yet, which seemed to ease Rogue’s mind a little. She all but pushed him out the door then and he left with promises that he would talk to Logan ASAP and tell him what had happened.
He didn’t go directly back to his apartment where Flynn was, though. He had a stop to make first. He climbed off his bike and hung the helmet over the handlebars. There was a light drizzle now, but it was still cold and felt like it was going to snow. At least it had held off so far and he didn’t need to ride in it. His back was aching and it was exhausting him. He would worry about that later, though. He loosened the black scarf from around his neck and slipped his bike keys into his pocket, his feet splashing in the puddles on the slick Manhattan sidewalk. He pushed open the door of the small boutique shop, a buzzer signalling his unexpected entrance.
Maddy was hunched over a large box nearby the cash register, cursing softly as she dug through it. When she stood with an armful of colourful lingerie to see who had come in, Remy smiled faintly at her, tucking his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. She looked busy and again his timing was probably fucked up, but sometimes it just didn’t matter. Sometimes, you just needed someone. “Tu m'as manqué, chérie…” he told her softly. “Can we go home?”
Tu m'as manqué = I missed you
All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe
Word Count | 500
[Follows THIS]
It was a dull, damp and miserable day in New York, which seemed fitting considering the unexpected turn of events. Remy really wished he could slice himself down the middle and be in two places at once, but like life in general, shit most certainly happens. It was just bad timing and something that was completely out of everyone’s hands.
Rogue was right, though. Remy had to be with Flynn for the moment and it seemed that getting back on his bike was a good thing because he fully intended to commute extensively between Princeton and New York in the coming few days. Even though he knew the Princeton crowd of their posse would do everything in their power to make sure Rogue was okay and taken care of, Remy needed to be there for her too. And he would be, but it was going to take a fine balance. When he had sat there and watched Rogue attentively and unconditionally sit at her unconscious husband’s bedside, something was biting in Remy’s gut that he couldn’t quite recognise. He just knew, however, that Flynn was his lover and he was sick… New York was where Remy needed to be and Rogue had been the one - as always - to nudge him in the right direction to see the light.
Remy had stayed long enough in Princeton that Chase’s doctor declared him ‘critical but stable’. Lachlan returned with news that the Head of the hospital or something wasn’t going to let this Dr House take Chase’s case just yet, which seemed to ease Rogue’s mind a little. She all but pushed him out the door then and he left with promises that he would talk to Logan ASAP and tell him what had happened.
He didn’t go directly back to his apartment where Flynn was, though. He had a stop to make first. He climbed off his bike and hung the helmet over the handlebars. There was a light drizzle now, but it was still cold and felt like it was going to snow. At least it had held off so far and he didn’t need to ride in it. His back was aching and it was exhausting him. He would worry about that later, though. He loosened the black scarf from around his neck and slipped his bike keys into his pocket, his feet splashing in the puddles on the slick Manhattan sidewalk. He pushed open the door of the small boutique shop, a buzzer signalling his unexpected entrance.
Maddy was hunched over a large box nearby the cash register, cursing softly as she dug through it. When she stood with an armful of colourful lingerie to see who had come in, Remy smiled faintly at her, tucking his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. She looked busy and again his timing was probably fucked up, but sometimes it just didn’t matter. Sometimes, you just needed someone. “Tu m'as manqué, chérie…” he told her softly. “Can we go home?”
Tu m'as manqué = I missed you
All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe
Word Count | 500