@gambieau: [ BANDAGE + reverse ]: the receiver sits down across from the sender and begins to bandage their wounds.
she wants to berate him. she wants to unclench her jaw and bark, to growl at the carelessness he displays. worry turns so easily to anger, to a red heat that warms her cheeks, and furrows her brow. it's in the slight tremor of her leather sheathed hands as she wraps his in bandage, tightening them while he winces, as the white is stained a dark crimson.
" remy etienne lebeau," is how she starts, piercing holes in his head with the sharpness of both her gaze and tongue. " good lord boy, when the hell are you gonna start listenin' ta me?" it's hypocritical, and lord does rogue know it. rushing in without a team, trying to bear the brunt of the attack, it's all too familiar. an insufferable irritability they both share. this time, he's left with two singed hands, kinetic energy gone awry. rogue shakes her head, finishing the wrapping with a small tsk.
" ah told you t'wait for me." her hands linger on his for a moment, a softness easing its way throughout her features. " y'ain't gotta play the hero. we're a team, you and me. " she presses her lips against his bandaged hands, still flushed with irritation, yet quelled by the realization that he's safe.
