rogue has the bad touch, and not in the fun way (deadlytouch) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-09-03 14:48:00 |
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Rogue was fairly certain that this was a terrible idea - but then most things when it came to one Remy LeBeau usually were. It seemed the part of her brain that dealt with logic was thrown right out the window whenever a certain Cajun was in the picture. Rogue was, if nothing else, though an expert in justifying things. Which was exactly what she was in the middle of doing as she leaned against the rail of the docks and watched the water. She'd been sure to beat Remy to the restaurant for this very reason, a moment to clear her head and figure out just what the hell she was thinking before she was faced with him. It had realistically only been a few days since she'd last seen Remy, but it had somehow felt like a lot longer. Though she knew that was just the craziness of her recent adventures and the emotional gauntlet that resulted settling into her bones. Which was why she had decided to take Remy up on his offer. When she'd left him she had been so sure of her words, of her actions, only to get home and realize it hadn't been entirely her choice. Now though she felt confident in her own mind. Of course what she had taken from him still played close to the surface, those memories he had wanted hidden that she had been forced to take. Her thoughts though, her ability to make her own choices, felt strong enough to make a second go at it all. Whether it ended the same was yet to be seen, but she knew she had to do it for herself. She shifted where she leaned on the rail and pressed her chin into gloved hand, her eyes still fixed out over the water. So far the town seemed alright, but she would have to do some digging once she got through tonight. She was never one to trust outward appearances, and in her opinion there was usually not much good at the end of a kidnapping. There seemed a whole lot of crazy going down and Rogue wasn't sure yet if it was the good kind or the bad. Either way she figured it could hold on one more day. Crazy tended to always still be there in the morning after all. |