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" gambit thinks you might be pushin' yourself a little hard these days, chère. " his concern is accompanied by a typical devil-may-care smirk, " maybe you need a vacation, no? ain't never been leader but i know that it's never been a healthy job. "
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@anmaries –– – ❛❛ Hello, my sweet. ❜❜ , the woman mutters, ingesting her daughter's ever present caution and reluctance with a harsh gulp that strikes the back of her throat. It's every so often that Mystique must die or disappear or create havoc in a sanctuary – in some ways, she can't blame Rogue for being hesitant to trust her. But she must, and without question.
Cerulean scales sliver quickly as she reverts to her natural image [AN IMAGE MADE IN GOD'S, THE UNIVERSE'S, MOTHER NATURE'S EYES]. Perhaps if she sees me like this, she will remember who saved her. Who showed her warmth, even through the pierced heart of a reptilian woman who bleeds ice.
❛❛ You ought to follow me now, Rogue. You can leave that mousy little French man behind you, along with all your friends. Your mother needs you. ❜❜ [So follow along, without any interruption or dismay. Don't even dare retaliating!]. ٭
Hi quick q. Let’s say someone got into an accident cause they borrowed yer bike. What would happen to them?
he lets the single smoke in his mouth fall to the ground, jaw too slack to hold it anymore. " i'd hafta get very angry, stuff would be slashed, doors broken... but this is just one of those hypotheticals, right? "
“ah might be a damsel, but ah sure as hell weren’t in distress.” rogue is all horns, a raging bull fresh out the china shop. “ mind yer business next time, sugah.”
"So you one o'them real Southern girls, ain'tcha..?" A coyote smile with hawk eyes; extolled from his arid lips with a deep molasses drawl, words listless among wry surety and a loose bourbon tongue. He is content to revel in her honey-sweetened ire, to stoke the fervor of her flames like a January fire, endlessly eager to dwell longer than he should amidst coal and ember. The subsequent whistle was all but inevitable: uncouth, thick with all the crude thoughts his mouth yearned to say but did not. Jesse only feigned his submission. "Big hair n'a bigger mouth. Well they don't make 'em any better'n that, do they?"
Hands fell by his denim sides, thumbs hung benignly from sun-faded belt loops. The fraying toothpick at his lip rolled with idle glee.
"Alrighty-then. Now I ain't gon' lie to you, girl: never been one t'mind my own business. Too much'uva devil fer all that peace-keepin'. How's about you let me handle that there crate, git it where it needs to go, n'you can keep cursin' me out over some drinks? I'd bet my last dollar that you like 'em real stiff."
Sunlight gleams from a single silver tooth. "I reckon yer in good hands, honey."
anmaries, rogue: o captain! my captain!
❝ rogue— ❞ a sigh, thick and heavy, cuts off incoming reprimand. scott drags a gloved yellow hand down his face. weary and uptight and severely exasperated. he's painfully aware of their other teammates watching them. beneath his deep red visor, he catches gambit's teasing eye roll. logan's obnoxious smirk. the childish reactions fail to improve his already bad mood. oh no, if anything, they make it worse. ❝ can you please focus? ❞ cyclops forces the words out through gritted teeth. ❝ we're supposed to be strategizing, not cracking stupid jokes. i'd appreciate it if you took this seriously. ❞ a sharp, pointed glare silences wolverine and gambit's snorts. if looks could kill... and in scott's case, they very much can: blasting both idiots in searing red remains a tempting thought. for their sakes, as well as his own, he resists it. ❝ maybe you'd set a good example for the misbehaving menchildren over here. ❞
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with @anmaries, hypatia and rogue. — ah ain’t askin’ fer help but uh … I ain’t gonna stop ya if y’feel like jumpin’ in.
"you look stuck." it's a poignant observation made at the edge of the dirt road, her hands on her hips and her eyes falling down, down to the rather sharp ledge and the precarious hole holding this stranger at the bottom. maybe a misplaced step sent this poor woman tumbling to the bottom, and now, injured, she can't get herself back up. "i have rope!" hypatia goes on to announce cheerily, turning away from the hole to retrieve a roll of rope from her horse (a hardy ferelden forder). when she returns, she lowers the rope down into the small chasm. "probably should have asked beforehand, but are you too injured to climb up, or do you think you can make it? do you need me to help you up?" it's not an impossible climb by any means — just inconvenient, and surrounded by rocky terrain, dirty grass, and the remnants of mud from an earlier sprinkle of rain. "i saw some men on horseback earlier — they were riding pretty fast, shouting, looking for someone. were they looking for you?" she ties the other end of the rope to her horse's saddlehorn. "go ahead and try to climb! i'll help if you need me!"
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with @anmaries, multimuse meme. — send a ⭐ and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi
kida ⇄ rogue (i think they would get along!)
hypatia ⇄ rogue
din ⇄ rogue
cara ⇄ rogue
shawky ⇄ rogue (could lead to some shenanigans hehe)
he holds his gun up, arms crossed in a sort of protective stance, flashlight throws illumination to the darkened hallway. the wolf steps softly, hugging the wall, slipping into the dim corridor. there's a feeling of unease that hangs in the air, something leon notices nearly instantly, having learned to develop practically 𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙻 - 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 instincts during his time in training. ( go with your gut: DON'T THINK! )
" hey—— " he pauses, gun lowering, yet still held tightly between his scarred fingers. a vibrant strand of lightning white hair that parts through auburn locks, he stares, momentarily forgetting his mission. leon crouches, finger tips hesitantly tapping on her spinal column, an act of concern. " not a zombie, are ya? " [ very smooth. ]
[ starter. ] @anmaries
