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Remy LeBeau ([info]ace_of_clubs) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-09-18 09:19:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 23, location: church, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Who: Remy LeBeau & The Doctor (Tenth)
What: Gambit keeps his promise.
Where: At the Church
When: Day 23, 10:02pm
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

'Church, ten o'clock' the Doctor had said. Thankfully, the mutant was able to read his digital wrist watch with no problem. It had a little feature where you could push the button and it lit up. How cool was that? So after watching the Time Lord walk off into the darkness, he had turned back around to watch the fire burning down the barn. Really, it was fantastic to behold, and though he idly wondered if the smoke would fill up the bubble and kill them all.. he wasn't really that concerned. This enclosure was huge, after all.. and there had to be some sort of exchange going on, right? Else they would have run out of oxygen long ago.

While standing there watching the barn burn, Selene had come along.. the Cajun had been more than happy to indulge her for a while, before finally he'd collected up the buckets of water, his washing board, and various other items, and had taken them across town towards the church. He'd only been there a handful of times, but he had enjoyed it, it was peaceful. So it was at ten o'clock that the Cajun, hauling along three buckets full of water, five water bottles, three empty buckets, a washing board, and a little red wagon (all rusted and ugly, but still working) down the road to the Church. He would, of course, end up having to turn into the woods, but he just took it slow from there, until he was passing by the cemetery, slowing his steps to rake red eyes out across the graves. There were at least two bodies in there, Selene had said she'd buried them there.. idly, he wondered who they were. But he wouldn't dwell on it. The strictly Catholic-Raised Cajun (except for Tante Mattie, who was into voodoo) mentally repeated a prayer, though he'd lost his faith long ago. It was habit.

And just moments later, he was coming to a stop in front of that church and leaving the red wagon behind as he went up the stairs, pushing open those double doors and stepping on through. He hadn't ever been inside the church.. but as he stepped through the doors, he felt a little shiver. That was what faith did to you, kids. It made you feel like God was watching you all the time. And right now, he felt a little paranoid about it -- Sinners didn't want God watching them all the time.


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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-09-18 07:02 pm UTC (link)
Was there anguish on that boy's face? Was there discomfort? Embarassment? Hesitation? It didn't matter because the Doctor didn't see it. Even as he pulled back a bit to look back and forth between the Cajun's eyes with his own fevered gaze, the Doctor wasn't really reading him. Wasn't really comprehending what he was doing or whom he was doing it to. You knew better, Doctor.

He'd lace one hand with the Cajuns, claming it, and then deliberately he'd take the other. He was restraining you, Remy - in a press of palms and a squeeze of flesh. He was taking over. Could you handle that? Would you?

The Doctor's foot settled between the Cajun's, his thigh coming forward to press between and seperate muscled thighs with a not so subtle forcefulness. Lips had turned to claiming the Cajun's - there was nothing remotely sweet left now - it was all brute force.

"Remy," He breathed, leaning the whole of his weight against the Cajun.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-09-18 07:07 pm UTC (link)
His muscles tensed up, not at the gripping of his hands, which wasn't anything particularly new.. but rather, with that thigh pressed between his own. That was a little disconcerting. He didn't like that. But touching flesh was touching flesh, and his body would react accordingly, even though his mind was in a floury. Red eyes closed partially and he gave those holding hands a squeeze. You were freaking him out a little, Doctor.. but he could stand there. He could take it for a bit longer. He didn't think you'd actually try to do anything. You knew better. This was just a little play on dominance. He got it, you wanted to be dominant, that was okay. Good game, good show.

But with the breathing of his name, his muscles relaxed a little, keeping him from pushing back like he wanted to. See? Nothing to worry about, Remy.. this was your Doctor. He'd said your name. He knew it was you. He wouldn't do anything to hurt you, or scare you. You were fine. Just relax.

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