Log: Remy/Ororo: Bluer Skies
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xp_logsRemy and Ororo make plans to get away for awhile.
"You know, it occurs to me dat we not spending enough time together." Remy said, partially joking as he tore off a piece of injera and used it to scoop up a portion of tibs. "I think dat we need a vacation, even if it's only a weekend away."
"A vacation? Oh, Remy, I don't know," his wife replied, pursing her lips in thought. "Between the state of things in the Middle East right now and all the backlogged paperwork I am afraid we'd return to a scene of total and utter chaos."
"Vrai, but is dat likely to change? Dere's always some hotspot in a state of disaster and more paperwork waiting." She was right, of course. The sheer of intel Snow Valley went through was remarkable, especially for such a small staff. But the flow never stopped, and it was easy to get lost and buried under it if you weren't careful. "Much as I hate to admit it, even we need to recharge sometime, chere."
She sighed and nodded, shredding a piece of injera into a pile of scraps and then pushing it distractedly towards the centre of the table. "You would not suggest such a thing unless you had something in mind, so tell me..." Ororo glanced up at him and smiled. "Where would you like to go?"
"Normally I would. But, de other thing dat I noticed was dat we've been following my lead. I have some ideas, but what I want to hear-" He reached over and took her hand. "More den anything else, is what de best, craziest idea dat you've had for a weekend getaway?"
"Well, there is that nudist colony in the Bahamas..." she replied with a smirk, rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand.
"Where ever you want, chere,although in dat situation, I bet its de first time dat our scars get de most attention when we naked." He laughed lightly. Remy adored Ororo's body, but like his own, the danger of their chosen profession had left their marks.
"Hm, true enough," Ororo considered. "Perhaps somewhere with slightly more clothes." She fell silent then, creating small clouds over the fingerbowls of clean water while she contemplated their options.
"We could do one of you 'adventure trips'. What was dat one you showed me last month?"
"Puerto Rico? Oh, Remy, it would be highway robbery to try and buy tickets for that now..."
Remy just shrugged. "I'll get a second job. Dere's a courier place dat's hiring." It was an obvious joke. While Remy wasn't a man of great means, after transferring the fortune that he had amassed as Gambit over to help fund Snow Valley, he had money. His salary through the Centre was respectable, and his own tastes were simple enough that he didn't spend much. He'd take a weekend with his wife over an expensive car any day. "Seriously though, I'm not worried if it's expensive. Let's just run away, neh?"
"The only problem with running away," Ororo told him, pointing across the table, "is convincing yourself that you ought to come back home."
"Don't think dat a life on de run as professional thieves wit' you isn't appealing, chere. But unless I can lock Wisdom to his desk and convince Betts to come back, dey need us here. Which is why I think we need a break. Doesn't help if we wear down."
"I don't know if hiking in the rainforest is exactly a relaxing break, but I take your point," she replied. "I could certainly go for some warmer temperatures and bluer skies."
"Dis is us. I think dat we're more likely to relax when dere's a chance of physical harm and exhaustion. So, what do you say, Windrider? Isn't dat de nickname dey used to use on you?"
She smiled, touched and charmed that he would remember a fact like that. "Indeed it is. And you've convinced me - I'll book the tickets when we get home."
"Dat's what I wanted to hear." He grinned, looking almost boyish for a moment. The last eight years had washed away a lot of the effects of Remy's Leonization conditioning, combining with stress to make him look closer to his true age than even a few years ago. But genetic manipulation aside, the Cajun naturally had a young face, until you noticed the tiny lines around his eyes that had been etched in by pain and concern. When he was able to set aside the constant worrying and caution, the years dropped away briefly.
"I'll get Wanda to cover de deployments and MA on de intel. If dey need us, we can be in touch remotely. Hopefully, de world will decide not to try and blow itself up for a whole week and give us a break dis time."
"You know you've just jinxed us, right?" she told him, smirking. "Better not to say anything and hope for the best than to invite the world to prove us wrong."
"I'll pack extra sunscreen for Magneto for when he shows up." Remy planted a kiss on the back of her hand. "Now, we almost at de part where you pick out de outfits you going to bring while I watch and fail to pack at all. Because dat's really what I was planning to block off de afternoon to do."
"You know, it occurs to me dat we not spending enough time together." Remy said, partially joking as he tore off a piece of injera and used it to scoop up a portion of tibs. "I think dat we need a vacation, even if it's only a weekend away."
"A vacation? Oh, Remy, I don't know," his wife replied, pursing her lips in thought. "Between the state of things in the Middle East right now and all the backlogged paperwork I am afraid we'd return to a scene of total and utter chaos."
"Vrai, but is dat likely to change? Dere's always some hotspot in a state of disaster and more paperwork waiting." She was right, of course. The sheer of intel Snow Valley went through was remarkable, especially for such a small staff. But the flow never stopped, and it was easy to get lost and buried under it if you weren't careful. "Much as I hate to admit it, even we need to recharge sometime, chere."
She sighed and nodded, shredding a piece of injera into a pile of scraps and then pushing it distractedly towards the centre of the table. "You would not suggest such a thing unless you had something in mind, so tell me..." Ororo glanced up at him and smiled. "Where would you like to go?"
"Normally I would. But, de other thing dat I noticed was dat we've been following my lead. I have some ideas, but what I want to hear-" He reached over and took her hand. "More den anything else, is what de best, craziest idea dat you've had for a weekend getaway?"
"Well, there is that nudist colony in the Bahamas..." she replied with a smirk, rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand.
"Where ever you want, chere,although in dat situation, I bet its de first time dat our scars get de most attention when we naked." He laughed lightly. Remy adored Ororo's body, but like his own, the danger of their chosen profession had left their marks.
"Hm, true enough," Ororo considered. "Perhaps somewhere with slightly more clothes." She fell silent then, creating small clouds over the fingerbowls of clean water while she contemplated their options.
"We could do one of you 'adventure trips'. What was dat one you showed me last month?"
"Puerto Rico? Oh, Remy, it would be highway robbery to try and buy tickets for that now..."
Remy just shrugged. "I'll get a second job. Dere's a courier place dat's hiring." It was an obvious joke. While Remy wasn't a man of great means, after transferring the fortune that he had amassed as Gambit over to help fund Snow Valley, he had money. His salary through the Centre was respectable, and his own tastes were simple enough that he didn't spend much. He'd take a weekend with his wife over an expensive car any day. "Seriously though, I'm not worried if it's expensive. Let's just run away, neh?"
"The only problem with running away," Ororo told him, pointing across the table, "is convincing yourself that you ought to come back home."
"Don't think dat a life on de run as professional thieves wit' you isn't appealing, chere. But unless I can lock Wisdom to his desk and convince Betts to come back, dey need us here. Which is why I think we need a break. Doesn't help if we wear down."
"I don't know if hiking in the rainforest is exactly a relaxing break, but I take your point," she replied. "I could certainly go for some warmer temperatures and bluer skies."
"Dis is us. I think dat we're more likely to relax when dere's a chance of physical harm and exhaustion. So, what do you say, Windrider? Isn't dat de nickname dey used to use on you?"
She smiled, touched and charmed that he would remember a fact like that. "Indeed it is. And you've convinced me - I'll book the tickets when we get home."
"Dat's what I wanted to hear." He grinned, looking almost boyish for a moment. The last eight years had washed away a lot of the effects of Remy's Leonization conditioning, combining with stress to make him look closer to his true age than even a few years ago. But genetic manipulation aside, the Cajun naturally had a young face, until you noticed the tiny lines around his eyes that had been etched in by pain and concern. When he was able to set aside the constant worrying and caution, the years dropped away briefly.
"I'll get Wanda to cover de deployments and MA on de intel. If dey need us, we can be in touch remotely. Hopefully, de world will decide not to try and blow itself up for a whole week and give us a break dis time."
"You know you've just jinxed us, right?" she told him, smirking. "Better not to say anything and hope for the best than to invite the world to prove us wrong."
"I'll pack extra sunscreen for Magneto for when he shows up." Remy planted a kiss on the back of her hand. "Now, we almost at de part where you pick out de outfits you going to bring while I watch and fail to pack at all. Because dat's really what I was planning to block off de afternoon to do."
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