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She loves me, she loves me not.
A silly child game that existed for very long time. Normally one would have a flower to pull its petals out asking if the child silly little crush loves them or not.
But Remy is not a silly little child. So he’ll have to do with his ever present playing cards. Tossing them into the fire. One by one.
She loves me, tosses a Ace of Spade
She loves me not, tosses a Seven of Clubs
Red on black eyes look at the dazzling green eyes.
Greens eye filled with so much guilt and conflict.
“So when ya we’re jus a pup he took advantage of ya?” Remy’s voice was laced with venom. Not towards her. Never towards her or any one who was taken advantage of.
She loves me, tosses a Five of Spades
She loves me not, tosses a Eight of Hearts
“Ah was eighteen almost nineteen.” She defended.
“Dat doesn’t mean ya we’re takin’ advantage of. He was supposed ta show ya control instead he groomed ya.”
She shooked her head.
“It wasn’t like that. Not at first. It just felt so good ta be touched in the first time in six years.” She defended.
She loves me, tosses a Nine of Diamonds
She loves me not, tosses a King of Diamonds
“So what now? Ya can take his offer? Let dat fool hurt ya and manipulate ya some more?” Remy spat.
“Please Shug? Can’t ya see this is for the greater good? Can’t ya see ah need someone who ah can touch!? Do ya know what it’s like ta see ya lightning everything and everyone ya touch? How infuriating and gut wrenching to see that warmth and light touch everyone except you? Ta see how the man ya love’s light and warmth can nevah truly touch yerself!?”
The idea of anyone being coerced into a power imbalance relationship disguised as some noble sacrifice sickens him. The fact that she can’t see that Magnus is taken advantage of a very human desire that her powers will not let her have?
She loves me, tosses a Two of Diamonds
She loves me not, tosses a Seven of Clubs
“All Gambit sees is someone he loves bein’ taken advantage of. Dat fool is gonna break ya heart and make ya miserable Cher. Can’t ya see somet’ins be deeper den skin?”
Rogue sniffed slightly.
“Gambit always knows tha odds right? Not this time shug. Ah love ya Remy and ah alway will but ah need ta do this for mah self.” Rogue grabbed his arm and squeezed it desperately. As if to seek his approval.
She loves me, tosses a King of Hearts
She loves me not, tosses a Queen of Hearts
He was out cards.
He watched as the flames consumed his lucky lady.
A single bloody tear rolled down his cheek. The terrible realization washed over him.
“Non, Cher. Ya don’t love Remy. Like every one in my life Remy is only loved when it benefits dem. Ya nevah loved me. Only da idea of me. Only loved me because of how devoted ta ya I was. Ya never wanted ya make it official I respected that. We played da Swamp Rat and da Cher. Playin’ da expectations dat everyone and our selves had for us. I do love ya Ann Marie but ya don’t love me da same way. For here on out we be friends just friends Mon Ami.”
She let out strangled sob.
“Remy?! Please. Ahm Sorry. Ahm so sorry ah do love you!” She cried out.
Remy stood up and placed a kiss on her forehead. Ignoring the way her tear stained face and puffy eyes make his heart ache.
“I know Mon Ami ya jus’ don’t love me enough ya choose me.”