Rose, for her part, was still a bit hesitant to believe it was all real. It was an uncommon occurrence, actually reaching a milestone in a relationship. Actually, legitimately getting there with a person who felt mutually the same was... it was a baffling feeling. Just thinking about it filled her with a giddiness that made her wonder if she wasn't still secretly nineteen. And there was always the concerned that they rushed in too quickly, the tiny bit of exhilarating fear that he'd turn out to be someone other than who he was. Had she been with him long enough to know who he was? Considering her history with men in the past, she tended to leap before she looked.
She squashed down the insecurity. He was brilliant. Amazing, wonderful, treated her brilliantly, had a drive for life and felt... genuine. It just felt... good. Right. She met his gaze unfaltering, looking pleased and excited. He knew her well, she was always up for an adventure, a weekend get-away, anything of the sort. Keep that up, and he'd never have to worry about her getting bored by the domesticity. "Really? Where? I'd love to go away for a bit, what'd you have in mind?"
There it was, that smile he loved so much. He never had to wonder with her how she was really feeling, if she was truly excited about the prospect or if she was faking it, because the truth was written all over her face. Finishing the rest of his breakfast, making sure to take his time and keep her waiting a little just to build suspense, he finally pushed his bowl aside and steepled his fingers in front of him.
“I was t’inkin’... how ‘bout Paris?” Remy suggested. France had been the first place Remy had gone after leaving America, it felt somewhat more like home than any other place he could think of, and it had helped him get back on his feet. It would always hold a special place in his heart, even if he now called London his home. “La Ville de L’amour.”
She pouted a bit as he drug it out- holding back her curiosity was never her strong suit- but she ate, shooting him furtive glances.
Paris? She lit up with excitement. "Paris as in- as in France?"
She'd never been. All over the universe, future and past, but she'd never been to Paris. She had been on a spaceship with dimensional windows to Versailles, but that really, really wasn't the same. She grinned. "If it means I get to hear you speak French like that while we're there, count me in."
Remy hadn’t expected her to be so excited about the idea. For someone who hadn’t just seen the world but many worlds and many times he would have expected that somewhere as simple as Paris in the present time would be very humdrum, so her reaction far exceeded his expectation and left him smiling brightly back at her.
“Oui, dat’s de one,” he said, growing more excited about the idea himself now that he knew how happy she was about it. And if it made her happy he was glad to do it. “Why wait ‘til we’re dere?”
Taking Rose’s hands, Remy got to his feet and rounded the table to playfully drop to one knee in front of her.
“Ma belle Rose, mon coeur bat pour toi! Je t’aime toujours!”
It didn't matter that it was on Earth, going some place new was always exciting. And it was more about the person you were traveling with than the place you were going, anyway. Rose was all about the experience, and suddenly, nothing in the world sounded better than going to Paris with her new husband.
Her smiled widened and she tilted her head slightly, expression fond. "I dunno what you said, but I definitely like the way that you said it."
It wasn't entirely true. She'd planned to take her A-levels in French before she dropped out of school. She knew enough to pick out the fact that he called her beautiful and that he loved her, and that was plenty enough for her. She ducked in to catch his lips.
((ooc: many apologies, holidays and illness ate me))
Remy grinned widely at her response. There was something just so simple about Rose despite her complicated history. She was just so honest and open, never pretentious; with her, what you see is what you get. She never pretended to be something she wasn’t, never hid a dark past behind shaded eyes like he himself, and she just... she never pushed him away. Usually it was the challenge that the Cajun loved, but with Rose it was the lack of it that had been so refreshing. Not in the way that he could have most women throwing themselves at him with just a smile and a wink, but something else entirely. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, exactly, but she was special, that much was clear.
Returning the kiss, he could taste the sugar and orange juice from breakfast, much sweeter on her than the food itself had been.
“Y’ best be gettin’ packed,” he said, pulling back after a moment. It was odd to go on vacation from a relatively relaxing life. With the X-Men it was always doom and gloom, stress and life-threatening situations, so when they finally got a vacation it was so hard to actually relax.
She squashed down the insecurity. He was brilliant. Amazing, wonderful, treated her brilliantly, had a drive for life and felt... genuine. It just felt... good. Right. She met his gaze unfaltering, looking pleased and excited. He knew her well, she was always up for an adventure, a weekend get-away, anything of the sort. Keep that up, and he'd never have to worry about her getting bored by the domesticity. "Really? Where? I'd love to go away for a bit, what'd you have in mind?"
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“I was t’inkin’... how ‘bout Paris?” Remy suggested. France had been the first place Remy had gone after leaving America, it felt somewhat more like home than any other place he could think of, and it had helped him get back on his feet. It would always hold a special place in his heart, even if he now called London his home. “La Ville de L’amour.”
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Paris? She lit up with excitement. "Paris as in- as in France?"
She'd never been. All over the universe, future and past, but she'd never been to Paris. She had been on a spaceship with dimensional windows to Versailles, but that really, really wasn't the same. She grinned. "If it means I get to hear you speak French like that while we're there, count me in."
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“Oui, dat’s de one,” he said, growing more excited about the idea himself now that he knew how happy she was about it. And if it made her happy he was glad to do it. “Why wait ‘til we’re dere?”
Taking Rose’s hands, Remy got to his feet and rounded the table to playfully drop to one knee in front of her.
“Ma belle Rose, mon coeur bat pour toi! Je t’aime toujours!”
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Her smiled widened and she tilted her head slightly, expression fond. "I dunno what you said, but I definitely like the way that you said it."
It wasn't entirely true. She'd planned to take her A-levels in French before she dropped out of school. She knew enough to pick out the fact that he called her beautiful and that he loved her, and that was plenty enough for her. She ducked in to catch his lips.
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Remy grinned widely at her response. There was something just so simple about Rose despite her complicated history. She was just so honest and open, never pretentious; with her, what you see is what you get. She never pretended to be something she wasn’t, never hid a dark past behind shaded eyes like he himself, and she just... she never pushed him away. Usually it was the challenge that the Cajun loved, but with Rose it was the lack of it that had been so refreshing. Not in the way that he could have most women throwing themselves at him with just a smile and a wink, but something else entirely. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, exactly, but she was special, that much was clear.
Returning the kiss, he could taste the sugar and orange juice from breakfast, much sweeter on her than the food itself had been.
“Y’ best be gettin’ packed,” he said, pulling back after a moment. It was odd to go on vacation from a relatively relaxing life. With the X-Men it was always doom and gloom, stress and life-threatening situations, so when they finally got a vacation it was so hard to actually relax.
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