#✦ remy lebeau || ic ✦ i hope to arrive to my death late; in love; and a little drunk

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"Anyone give you de tour yet? Or are dey leavin' dat ta me?" he asks with a grin. He's not sure how long this particular newbie has been around, but apparently he's got his teacher hat on today.

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@missallanea asked: ❛ rough day today? ❜ / rogue @ remy

They were never going to be a 'conventional' couple that had 9-5 jobs and came home to complain to their spouse about coworkers or a particularly difficult problem they'd encountered at work that day. But the fact that Rogue could tell that today had been rough just by looking at him, when he was trying so hard not to show her how bad things had been…, it was kind of their version of normalcy.

He put his coat in the hall closet, bent to pick Lucifer up, and flopped down onto the couch before blowing out his breath, finally allowing himself to truly deflate and process everything that had happened.

"Seemed like everyt'ing dat could go wrong did," he finally said, absently stroking Lucifer as the cat kneaded his leg, though he couldn't get through the body armour Gambit was still wearing.

"Still, we all came home, so dat's somethin', at least," Remy murmured. It could have ended up a lot worse, had been so much worse in the past. If the job today had been as bad as it was going to get, he would take it.

He glanced over at his wife, a smile slipping onto his lips at the thought, the way it still did, still would for a while.

"Did you actually get ta relax today, chere?" Probably not, knowing everything that was going on, but hey, a man could hope his wife had been able to pamper herself the way she deserved.

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"Non, non; when you're tryin' ta make proper Cajun cuisine, you always gotta start wit' de holy trinity: onions, bell peppers, and celery."

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"Non, mon ami," Remy said, lifting his head in the direction of the person sitting across from him, even though he couldn't see them, hadn't been able to see anything since the accident. "De Death card doesn' always mean dat you gon' die; it means a transformation, a change. Sometimes somet'ing has ta end before you can let go," he explained.

It was strange, not being able to see, but knowing which cards were in the Tarot deck, which cards were spread on the table before him. He still couldn't see them…., but he knew what they were all the same. And he was discovering he had a knack for doing readings after all.

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THEY’RE A 10 BUT… // Accepting

@missallanea asked: [ THEY’RE A 10 BUT … ] unfortunately fer the rest've us, he knows he's a ten. Smug bastard. / rogue for remy

"I have ta be, chere," he says with a smirk. "Not just anyone can pull off dis colour," Remy adds, glancing down at his fuchsia uniform. But he always loves it when she tells him he's good-looking.