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FIC - Sunset in his Eyes - 2/6 (Teen, Xmen, Rogue/Gambit)
Title: Sunset in his Eyes: Eight and Fifteen (2/6)
Author:vikingprincess
Fandom: X-men (Rogue and Remy’s 616 comic origins, plus X1, X2, X3, and XMO: W.)
Characters: Rogue/Gambit, eventually ensemble
Ratings/Warnings: Teen/PG13 (language, off-screen character death)
Spoilers: For all four movies, as well as the fate of Rogue’s biological mother and Remy’s childhood and unfortunate first romance.
Comments: Yes, please.
PLEASE DO NOT ARCHIVE.
All parts may be found here.
Summary: Year after year, Anna-Marie can count one only one thing in her life… the boy with sunset in his eyes.
__________
Eight and Fifteen
Lips shut tight against betraying sobs, fiery eyes streaming silent, anguished tears, Remy vented his fury at his horrendous failure on the hapless undergrowth and ancient trees beside the banks of the Mississippi, kicking and punching viciously at things that had never done him wrong… just like cousin Etienne. And just like Etienne, they suffered from his mere existence.
His adopted family certainly had reason to hate him now. Far from secretly shepherding his cousin safely through his first big job for the Thieves’ Guild, he had gotten Etienne killed. Or failed to save him, which was the same thing.
A sob broke through, and he fell to his knees, huddling in the dirt among the wreckage of plants and branches. “Shoulda been dis one,” he moaned, agonized by memories of Etienne’s playful games and lackadaisical attitude toward training, his ever-present smile for the black sheep of the LeBeau family flock, the triumphant day when the pair of them had stolen an entire airplane… and his cousin’s terror of swimming in even a small green pond, let alone an entire cold, killing ocean.
“Why couldn’ it have been dis one,” he whispered raggedly, arms wrapped around his chest as he rocked on his knees, and the rest of the sobs broke through.
*
Scowling ferociously, Anna-Marie shoved through the tangles of vine and leaf, bare feet stomping out her fury at Mama Carrie, sister to her vanished real Mama, who would never have been so mean to her. Never, never, never! Why did her new Mama have to care about dirt on her floors? Anna-Marie had been bringing her pretty wildflowers, and shouldn’t have had to remember to take her dirty shoes off first.
The lower lip of her rosebud mouth poked out pettishly. She had been being a good stepdaughter! And Carrie had yelled at her for it! So Anna-Marie had taken off her stupid shoes and thrown them at Carrie’s stupid head and run away from the stupid house, leaving the stupid flowers scattered in the dirt of their back yard. Which was also stupid.
She was too wrapped up in her righteous anger to hear the sounds of sorrow down by the river bank, but as soon as she broke through one last tenacious bush, the sight of Remy huddled over in agony drove all of Anna-Marie’s upset out of her head, and she ran to her friend’s side, skidding onto her knees and wrapping her arms around him. Even though she was bigger, he was bigger now too, lots bigger, and hugging him meant a big stretch. “Don’t cry, Remy,” she pled, a little bit scared. Anything that could make Remy cry had to be just horrible! “Please don’t cry?”
He jerked against her hold, ready to start swinging— until he realized just who was hugging him, all sweet little girl concern and big solemn green eyes. He offered her a crooked, damp half-smile. “Sometimes a body’s gotta cry, chere. Ya know dat. Dis just happens t’ be dis one’s time. But you’ huggin’ him is helpin’,” he told her, and was surprised to discover that it was nothing but the truth.
“All right,” Anna-Marie said softly, and cuddled closer, petting his hair just the way her Daddy sometimes petted hers, reasoning that it could only help.
Remy closed his sore eyes, and let her. Nobody else ever touched him like his petite ami did, with perfect trust and unguarded affection. And had anyone else found him weeping his heart out, he would have been furious, embarrassed. Humiliated. With his chere Anna-Marie, he was none of those. Her open heart, her sweetness, had been the only softness he’d known, and he would have died before letting his adopted family know of her existence. They would only have found a way to keep them apart, or to threaten her to make him behave. So he’d told no one. Not even Etienne.
“Ah won’ tell that y’all were cryin’,” she promised, though she knew of no one, besides her, who would care that her best friend had been weeping like a girl half his age, instead of holding it in like an almost-grown up man. She pressed her rosebud mouth to his forehead in a soft little kiss, and held him as tightly as she could. “Why is it your time t’day, Remy?”
He choked back a sound that might have been either a laugh or a sob. “Because you’ de only friend dis one has left, petite. M’ cousin… is dead. An’ do believe it was dis one’s fault.” His eyes opened, red and gold flaring in them, making his dilated pupils dark as midnight by comparison. “Dis one let it happen, Anna-Marie. And he is so, so sorry an’ sad.”
“Oh, Remy,” she whispered, her innocent heart overflowing with sympathetic pain. “Ah’m real sorry an’ sad too. Ah’m never gonna stop bein’ y’ friend, Remy. Ah promise,” she vowed, serious emerald eyes meeting his sunset-colored ones fearlessly as ever.
“Ain’ no such thing as always, chere,” he tried to argue, but Anna-Marie would not be swayed.
“Always gonna be y’ friend,” she insisted, her little chin tilting stubbornly and her arms holding him with a surprising ferocity. “Always, Remy.”
He couldn’t bear to disagree with her, and lowered his head so that their foreheads touched. Tucking a stray strand of her long, tangled hair behind her ear, he spoke in a whisper. “Always, chere.”
__________
Five and Twelve - Ten and Seventeen
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Title: Sunset in his Eyes: Eight and Fifteen (2/6)
Author:
vikingprincessFandom: X-men (Rogue and Remy’s 616 comic origins, plus X1, X2, X3, and XMO: W.)
Characters: Rogue/Gambit, eventually ensemble
Ratings/Warnings: Teen/PG13 (language, off-screen character death)
Spoilers: For all four movies, as well as the fate of Rogue’s biological mother and Remy’s childhood and unfortunate first romance.
Comments: Yes, please.
PLEASE DO NOT ARCHIVE.
All parts may be found here.
Summary: Year after year, Anna-Marie can count one only one thing in her life… the boy with sunset in his eyes.
__________
Eight and Fifteen
Lips shut tight against betraying sobs, fiery eyes streaming silent, anguished tears, Remy vented his fury at his horrendous failure on the hapless undergrowth and ancient trees beside the banks of the Mississippi, kicking and punching viciously at things that had never done him wrong… just like cousin Etienne. And just like Etienne, they suffered from his mere existence.
His adopted family certainly had reason to hate him now. Far from secretly shepherding his cousin safely through his first big job for the Thieves’ Guild, he had gotten Etienne killed. Or failed to save him, which was the same thing.
A sob broke through, and he fell to his knees, huddling in the dirt among the wreckage of plants and branches. “Shoulda been dis one,” he moaned, agonized by memories of Etienne’s playful games and lackadaisical attitude toward training, his ever-present smile for the black sheep of the LeBeau family flock, the triumphant day when the pair of them had stolen an entire airplane… and his cousin’s terror of swimming in even a small green pond, let alone an entire cold, killing ocean.
“Why couldn’ it have been dis one,” he whispered raggedly, arms wrapped around his chest as he rocked on his knees, and the rest of the sobs broke through.
*
Scowling ferociously, Anna-Marie shoved through the tangles of vine and leaf, bare feet stomping out her fury at Mama Carrie, sister to her vanished real Mama, who would never have been so mean to her. Never, never, never! Why did her new Mama have to care about dirt on her floors? Anna-Marie had been bringing her pretty wildflowers, and shouldn’t have had to remember to take her dirty shoes off first.
The lower lip of her rosebud mouth poked out pettishly. She had been being a good stepdaughter! And Carrie had yelled at her for it! So Anna-Marie had taken off her stupid shoes and thrown them at Carrie’s stupid head and run away from the stupid house, leaving the stupid flowers scattered in the dirt of their back yard. Which was also stupid.
She was too wrapped up in her righteous anger to hear the sounds of sorrow down by the river bank, but as soon as she broke through one last tenacious bush, the sight of Remy huddled over in agony drove all of Anna-Marie’s upset out of her head, and she ran to her friend’s side, skidding onto her knees and wrapping her arms around him. Even though she was bigger, he was bigger now too, lots bigger, and hugging him meant a big stretch. “Don’t cry, Remy,” she pled, a little bit scared. Anything that could make Remy cry had to be just horrible! “Please don’t cry?”
He jerked against her hold, ready to start swinging— until he realized just who was hugging him, all sweet little girl concern and big solemn green eyes. He offered her a crooked, damp half-smile. “Sometimes a body’s gotta cry, chere. Ya know dat. Dis just happens t’ be dis one’s time. But you’ huggin’ him is helpin’,” he told her, and was surprised to discover that it was nothing but the truth.
“All right,” Anna-Marie said softly, and cuddled closer, petting his hair just the way her Daddy sometimes petted hers, reasoning that it could only help.
Remy closed his sore eyes, and let her. Nobody else ever touched him like his petite ami did, with perfect trust and unguarded affection. And had anyone else found him weeping his heart out, he would have been furious, embarrassed. Humiliated. With his chere Anna-Marie, he was none of those. Her open heart, her sweetness, had been the only softness he’d known, and he would have died before letting his adopted family know of her existence. They would only have found a way to keep them apart, or to threaten her to make him behave. So he’d told no one. Not even Etienne.
“Ah won’ tell that y’all were cryin’,” she promised, though she knew of no one, besides her, who would care that her best friend had been weeping like a girl half his age, instead of holding it in like an almost-grown up man. She pressed her rosebud mouth to his forehead in a soft little kiss, and held him as tightly as she could. “Why is it your time t’day, Remy?”
He choked back a sound that might have been either a laugh or a sob. “Because you’ de only friend dis one has left, petite. M’ cousin… is dead. An’ do believe it was dis one’s fault.” His eyes opened, red and gold flaring in them, making his dilated pupils dark as midnight by comparison. “Dis one let it happen, Anna-Marie. And he is so, so sorry an’ sad.”
“Oh, Remy,” she whispered, her innocent heart overflowing with sympathetic pain. “Ah’m real sorry an’ sad too. Ah’m never gonna stop bein’ y’ friend, Remy. Ah promise,” she vowed, serious emerald eyes meeting his sunset-colored ones fearlessly as ever.
“Ain’ no such thing as always, chere,” he tried to argue, but Anna-Marie would not be swayed.
“Always gonna be y’ friend,” she insisted, her little chin tilting stubbornly and her arms holding him with a surprising ferocity. “Always, Remy.”
He couldn’t bear to disagree with her, and lowered his head so that their foreheads touched. Tucking a stray strand of her long, tangled hair behind her ear, he spoke in a whisper. “Always, chere.”
__________
Five and Twelve - Ten and Seventeen
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