Candy Quackenbush can walk on water. (toitshour) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-03-15 23:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, candy quackenbush, remy lebeau (gambit) |
Who: Candy and Remy. (BeauBush assemble!)
What: Reuniting.
When: 3/14.
Where: Reno.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for cussin'.
Status: Complete!
The shoot had officially wrapped. Remy had said goodbye to his coworkers and the director for now, with the knowledge that he’d see them again in a few months. But now he was waiting around the hotel, wondering if he could get up to the roof to wait for his wife (and possibly dog) to appear. He’d enjoyed the shoot, but he wanted to get home. He’d been told that the place had mostly recovered from the volcano, but he still needed to see it for himself.
Candy had flown the glyph as fast as she could, chuckling when Ruby pressed her paws to the side of the craft so she could look outside. Candy wouldn’t let the dog stick her head out of the craft (she’d made it without windows) for fear she’d fall, but she could look all she wanted.
Eventually, she saw Remy on the roof of a hotel and navigated toward a landing. Dropping the invisibility spell that kept the glyph, herself, and Ruby from prying eyes, Candy laughed as her dog ran toward her master with a gleeful woof.
Remy saw Ruby first, then the glyph. “Hey, baby girl!” He laughed delightedly, kneeling so his pit bull could come running toward him and knock him half off his feet. “Hi, honey! You been good for Momma?” He kissed Ruby’s head, ruffling her coat and laughing harder when she barked. He looked up at Candy, coming over more slowly, and spoke to the dog in a stage whisper. “Uh oh, Ruby, is Momma gonna tell me you been bad? You gotta mind Momma!”
Candy couldn’t help it. She hung back, chuckling to herself and waiting for Ruby and Remy to have their joyful reunion. But she didn’t waste any time once they were done. She all but ran over to Remy, jumping up and wrapping her arms and legs around him, kissing him hard.
Remy caught his wife, exhaling a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. He just closed his eyes, kissing her and sighing, smiling against her lips when Ruby barked. “You miss me, cherie?”
“Nah,” Candy teased. She closed her eyes and let her forehead rest against his. “Just every second of every damn day. Next time, I’m going to get a shitty motel just to be by you,” she laughed.
“You think there gonna be another time, how optimistic.” Remy smiled, eyes closed as well. “You had school, p’tite; you couldn’t just pick up. But Goddamnit I missed you a lot, too. Real bad.”
“Of course I do. Once other women across the world get to see you, they’re going to want posters and you to show up to fan events and for you to sign their boobs.” Candy grinned, kissing him again. “I can always sign up for distance learning, or take a semester off here and there. My family’s my priority, Bright Eyes.”
“I gonna say I got a wife,” Remy said, shaking his head and grinning. “Ain’t signing no boobs.” Mm. He liked her kisses. “But honestly, I’m glad you an’ little girl here are safe. The volcano shit wasn’t to fool with, and God only knows what’s gonna go down tomorrow, y’know?” Not that he had any idea, but in the OC there was always something.
“You can sign boobs. Just the top of ‘em.” She grinned, letting her legs finally drop to the ground. “We’re fine, and Ruby just used the treadmill for her walks.” Candy had also surrounded them with light whenever they went outside for Ruby to do her business.
“Ah, okay. I think that’s fair.” Remy kissed her again before he let her go, whistling for Ruby. “It’s good, that. Though I bet she was real happy when she got to go out again.” He smiled. “You wanna go home? Or we can go someplace else, if you want?” Maybe go for a ride. Might be fun.
“Oh, she’s been thrilled. Is there anywhere around here you want to visit? Isn’t there a lake around here?” Candy figured Ruby’d like to run around in some fresh air for a while.
“Mais oui, down to the west. We shot some scenes near the shore.” Remy chuckled. “I was ‘sposed to land the ship on the shoreline, but my character might’a undershot.” Lots of swimming, lots of sticking wet t-shirts.
Candy rolled her eyes, laughing a little. “Did you have to take your shirt off, Remy? Did those awful people exploit you?” She hopped back into the glyph, laughing when Ruby ran back in too.
“No, actually; kept my shirt on, just got it wet.” Remy laughed as well, ruffling Ruby’s fur again as he got into the passenger seat of the glyph. “Who’s Darcy? People kept callin’ me Mister Darcy; I was too embarrassed to say I didn’t know who that is.”
“Hottie from a Jane Austen book. I think he was a little older.” Candy shrugged. “I’m a psych major, not English.” She stretched her legs out, navigating the glyph southwest as Remy had indicated. “And you were probably wearing a white t-shirt, huh.”
“I was, yeah.” Remy watched as the glyph took off, holding Ruby so she didn’t go anywhere. “Is it weird if I kind’a missed this?” The flying. It was heady to just take off someplace if they wanted to.
“Of course you were. See through,” Candy laughed. She shook her head, amused at the fact that the love of her life was going to be the subject of teenage crushes worldwide. “Not weird at all. I’d miss it if I couldn’t do it,” Candy smiled. She snuggled against him, closing her eyes.
“You’s special,” Remy said simply. “You wanna know somethin’, though? I dreamed again while I was there. Just repeats, nothing new. But in the dreams it felt doubly weird to be all on my own.”
“I’m sorry,” she murmured. Waking up to the Dreams was always weird, no matter if they were repeats or not. “Were they bad?”
“No worse than before. But the reason I was bringin’ it up is because usually you’s right next to me. Waking up in a twin bed was fuckin’ weird because I’d be all, where’s my wife? Where’s my dog? for a second before I remembered.” He squeezed her hand.
“I’m sorry,” she smiled, nosing into his neck. “Never again.” She moved so she was more in his lap, grinning and grateful that the glyph flew by mental power and not actual eyeline.
“How’s everybody? Your friends make it through the volcano shit?” Remy smiled, kissing her forehead. “I only really saw you during those coupl’a days. I know Logan and his girls made it, even had some fun killing those monstres. C’etait fou, that shit.”
“Hey, they’re not the only ones who killed things.” Candy chuckled, then nodded. “Yeah, everybody’s fine. Honestly, they weren’t that scary, really.” Of course, she knew she was a little special, what with being Abarat Jesus. (The walking on water dream had made her laugh a little.)
“Good.” Remy exhaled a big breath. “I usually don’ worry about you too much. But some of our friends ain’t so gifted.” And besides, they had their furry baby to worry about. Ruby was looking out the window, barking at odd intervals. “She can’t get out that window, yeah?”
“Nope, it’s solid. Just seethrough. You tell those birds, Ruby girl.” Candy ran her fingers over the hair at the back of Remy’s neck, smiling and letting her forehead rest against his. “I think I have my powers to look after you and everyone else I love. It’s ... comforting, actually.”
“I can see how it would be. Sometimes I wonder why I got my shit.” Remy nodded, eyes closed. “Most’a the time I don’t help people with it, though. You do.” He could see the lake off to the east through the clouds. “Gettin’ there.”
“You could, and you have. So there.” She pressed her lips to his, wishing he wouldn’t be so hard on himself. Sometimes she wished there were a way Remy could see himself how she saw him - wonderful.
Remy smiled. “Well, I’s glad you think so.” He kissed her. “C’mon, let’s land and let furry girl run around in the lake.”
Landing carefully, Candy got out of the glyph before letting it dissipate. She felt comfortable letting Ruby run around off leash, as she was always well behaved and always returned to her. They were alone at the lake for the most part, and Candy grinned at Remy before stripping out of her shirt and tossing it at him.
Remy hadn’t expected that, though he wasn’t about to turn it down. He laughed delightedly, catching it and getting his own clothes off. It felt like that time in Mexico, during the blue flu. But nobody was sick now - it was just the two of them, catching up.