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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
2009-09-20 02:33 am UTC (link)
In one moment perhaps he'd done it well. Maybe. He didn't want to dwell. He didn't want to let his hearts hang there. No, he was retreating, resigned to the fact they might take him back again tonight. That this all might have just been something manufactured by the Management anyway. He could take that happily with the press of Cajun lips to the back of his hand and the feel of that breath that followed. He couldn't protect you now, Remy; and that was so very much an important part of who he was that it made him feel less himself for it.

The Doctor was as much Remy's as he was anyone else's here. He was Roses, certainly. Jack's, too. He was Shannon's and Sam's and Sarah Jane's. He belonged to them all equally, a bringer of destructino and a plague. He was a friend to them as best he could be and he was a thorn in some of their sides. But, he was their Doctor.

What he wasn't to them was their lover. He'd wanted to be Rose's once. He'd desired to be that for her in the worst way because he knew that was what she needed, wanted even. Though, that never came to pass and it seemed even in this place it couldn't. Star crossed, indeed. For Remy LeBeau, though, this Doctor was. So, yes, call him yours, Remy, because that was exactly the best description.

There weren't anymore words from the Doctor, nothing to refute the Cajun. Instead, Time Lord's eyes slipped shut. You knew you were his, Remy, he didn't need to tell you that. You knew now that despite what he may or may not say or do there was genuine emotion and care residing for you in that skinny frame and busy mind right behind you. If you had any doubt all you had to do was look and see the brunette sleeping soundly pressed against you, still clutching at your hand and demanding that you don't let go.

Broken to bits and you wanted him. Incredible.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-09-20 02:40 am UTC (link)
Of course he wanted him. He had, since it'd been so clearly stated that he couldn't have him. The thief and his impossible heists. Had no one told you, Doctor?

He never lost.

You were his prize, he'd won you. And for some other objects, that would be enough. Just to win. The object wasn't the prize, but the winning itself, instead. Not this time. Somewhere along the way the prize had become more valuable than the game. And that was where Remy had ended up losing himself.. but he'd still won, in the end. And as the Time Lord fell asleep, his lover would stay sentinel through the night, silent and watchful. He wouldn't let the boogie man get you, Time Lord. Not on his watch.

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