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For lack of anything better to do, I'll post some of my Remy RP posts here!
Now, for a little bit of background:
Remy, for those who don't know, is a Cajun thief more commonly known as Gambit. He was raised by Jean-Luc, the patriarch of the Thieves Guild, one of two Guilds that essentially dominated the New Orleans underworld, and warred in a constant feud with the Assassins Guild, the other Guild. Remy became sweethearts with BellaDonna Boudreaux (sp, I can never remember how to spell this one), who coincidentally was the daughter of the leader of the Assassins Guild, Marius Boudreaux. Jean-Luc and Marius decided to end the feud that was tearing the two Guilds apart, and sealed the deal by marrying Remy, the heir apparent to the Thieves Guild, and BellaDonna, the heir apparent of the Assassins Guild. All was well, until, on the day of the wedding, shortly after Remy and Belle had gotten married, Julien, Belle's headstrong brother, challenged Remy to a duel to the death. They fought, and Remy defeated Julien, and asked to spare his life. However, it was tradition that only one person may live, and so Remy was forced to kill Julien when he rose and attacked Remy again. Aghast that he'd just killed his new wife's favorite brother, Remy fled New Orleans, and was hencefore banished from ever returning to Louisiana. He then spent a good number of years bumming around the USA, doing whatever he pleased, eventually ending up in New York City. Belle, meanwhile, unified the Guilds, and became the cold-hearted leader of one of the strongest forces in the USA's underworld. Recently, she has arrived in New York City, having some of her Assassins leak information of her whereabouts, so that Remy could find her. Obviously, upon hearing she was in town, Remy sought her out, somewhat afraid that if he didn't, she'd set her Assassins on him. They have since reunited and are now sitting in Belle's flat in Queens. If you all have any interest, I'd be happy to post more, including the posts that lead up to this point. I will, however, only post Gambit posts, since those are the only ones I have a right to. So, without further ado...
Sitting there on that overly-white couch, with Belle close enough that Remy could reach out and touch her, he felt suddenly overwhelmed by a rush of emotions and memories, things he hadn’t felt or remembered in years. Suddenly, he was back in Louisiana, with a much softer, younger face of BellaDonna before him. He’d believed he was in love then, and perhaps he had been. Belle had captivated him in a way that no woman he’d known before had ever been able to, and that precious few that he’d known since had either.
Remy remembered their first few dates, always so full of faux-secrecy. They’d thought they were being so careful, meeting in the darkness of a moonless night on the outskirts of the city. Remy had been happy then, before the Guilds stepped in, forcing Belle and him into wedlock, and giving the young couple little say in the matter. Remy had understood the reasoning, of course, but that still hadn’t made him any happier about the position he was being forced into.
He thought he had loved Belle, yes, but he was only eighteen, with the whole world open to him. He was already feeling restless in New Orleans, the city that had been so comforting, so comfortable for so long had begun feeling stifling. And yet, to make old
Jean-Luc happy, to make Belle happy, Remy had gone along with it, intent on remaining with Belle no matter how smothering the city felt. He’d been so full of love then, so happy with Belle…
But that was then, and this was now. Remy had learned in his long travels that dwelling on the past did no one good. Remy could never go back to New Orleans, not after what he’d did, and Belle was far from the quiet girl she’d been then. As he gently placed his fingers on the soft flesh of her jawline, Remy could see how she’d changed. She’d hardened with the trials by fire she’d had to surpass as the leader of the Guilds, her features slightly sharper, although no less beautiful. Instead, they were a different kind of beautiful, a far more dangerous kind. Her beauty was like a white-hot flame, enchanting and exquisite, but dangerous for those who got too close.
Remy and Belle sat, caught in a moment encapsulated in time, and for that moment, Remy could almost believe that nothing had changed since he’d left. Belle’s eyes lingered on his face, and his own dark eyes returned the look, the black and red smoldering into her cold blue gaze.
And then the moment tonicped. Belle spoke, her voice as colder than her eyes as she recoiled from him, not physically, but emotionally. “Guess de years in dis city mussed y’ brains, eh?” she asked rhetorically, her voice subtly colder as her hand crept up to his arm. “We’s been parted f’ a damn long time, chere…we’s been married f’ eleven years. If y’ don’ know why Belle mig’t wanna see de man she married after all dis’ time, t’ see de man dat promised to love, ‘onor, an’ protect till de day we die…”
Remy froze inside as she spoke, recalling to him the vows they’d both made all those years ago. Once again he was transported to the past, this time to the vast cathedral in which he and Belle had been married. Remy had always been a charmer, and loved being the center of attention, but in situations of his choosing. He still remembered the discomfort of having thousands of eyes on him, as both the Assassins and Thieves Guilds watched their best hopes for survival.
Belle had been so beautiful then, as now, and so full of strength, also as now. If Remy had been alone up there, he doubted he could have done it, but with Belle there to give him strength, he’d somehow managed to make it through the vows. The vows, that were now being thrown in his face, the vows he’d broken and ignored hundreds of times, the vows he’d given less though to than anything else in the past years.
“Cher,” Remy began, his voice almost pleading. He stopped, however, as Belle spoke again, removing his hand from her face as she did so. “Does dat answer de question? Belle’ll like t’ see w’at ‘er ‘usband be doin’ here in N’York…” As she finished, she glanced down into her lap where a lonely ring gleamed gold on her fourth finger, the wedding band Remy had given her, just moments after they’d finished those vows. Remy’s own fingers were bare, of course, and they had been since he’d left New Orleans. Even before he’d gotten out of Louisiana, Remy had stopped at a post office, written a curt letter of regret and secrecy, and mailed his ring back to Jean-Luc, who still had it, for all he knew.
“Y’ ever t’ink ‘bout w’at y did? Y’ ever t’ink ‘bout w’at dat did t’ Belle?” Belle asked, her voice tottering between grief and anger, a very dangerous combination in Remy’s experience. Remy, however, was also feeling faint tinglings of anger as Belle spoke, foisting all her blame on him. “O’ course I t’ought ‘bout w’at I did, Belle! Y’t’ink it so easy fo’ Remy jus’ t’up an’ leave?” Remy asked, his easy manner slowly seeping away.
“W’at Belle wan’ is answers…after all dese years, don’ y’ t’ink I deserve it?” Belle said, coldly. “Yeah,” Remy said, slowly, ““’Cause y’ ‘ad it so ‘ard, di’n’ y’?” Remy asked, sarcastically. He knew he was being stupid, he knew that he had no right to speak to Belle like this, he knew she didn’t deserve it. But he was tired, tired of being blamed, of feeling guilty. He’d made one mistake, he’d done one thing wrong, something he’d had no choice about, and had suffered for it for the rest of his life.
“Y’ t’ink Remy never t’ought ‘bout w’at ‘e did? ‘Bout w’at y’ frère made Remy do? Don’ blame Remy fo’ dis, ‘e ain’ de one dat did de challengin’” Gambit was leaning back now, instinctively distancing himself from the person who had caused him so much hurt, from the person he’d hurt so much more.
“An’ don’ pretend dat y’ miss Remy so much. Y’ sittin’ dere, wit’ y’ Assassins an’ y’ T’ieves,” Remy said, spitting out the words as though they were curses. “If y’ really ‘ad wanted t’ love, ‘onor, an’ protect, y’coulda done it. Remy ‘ard t’find, but ‘e ain’ so ‘ard t’find dat de ‘ead o’ de Guilds can’t find ‘im, she look fo’ ‘im.” Remy was on his feet now, hands held low, palms up. “But no, Belle jus’ wanna sit pretty in N’awlins, doin’ ‘o knows w’at wit’ all de boys she got t’order ‘round.”
His dark eyes narrowing, Remy looked at Belle, his anger causing an almost tangible crackling of kinetic energy filling the charged* atmosphere between them. “Why y’ really come lookin’ fo’ Remy, eh Belle? Y’ di’n’ really miss Remy…Maybe it jus’ a slow week fo’ de Guilds? O’,” Remy said, a small sneering smile spreading slowly over his lips, “O’ did y’jus’ run outta men dat could satisfy y’?”
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