#thecajun

there’s this whole slew of things barry knows he should NOT say to a mutant, let alone say to a mutant as some kind of excuse for your messing up in what should be a fair sparring session... BUT!!

he definitely ends up saying at least some of it anyway, like a fool, like a buffoon, like a real OAF.

“i can’t HELP my powers!”

(oh ho ho, and HE can? nice one barry, you idiot.)

yeah keep on stepping on his neck, it’s cool, he kind of deserves that. doesn’t stop him from making a soft grunt when he gives in to the weight placed on his spine but uh, that might be coming from an entirely different place all together and there’s no need to get into that.

“okay, okay, okay,” he promises, he swears!

for someone so affectionate, remy was constantly STARVED for it. sometimes he felt so dirty and untouchable that he’d isolate himself, lock the doors and windows — as if touching him would leave the other tainted, poisoned, bruised. from time to time, there were people who would break the walls and he’d let them in. and for a good reason. he had known storm for YEARS and years, longer than he knew any of the other x-men, and she had remained his friend through thick and thin. sleepy or not, gult-filled or free, he knew she was a person he could stay next to.

  so he welcomed her touch, leaning into her palm pulsing warmth — he could fall asleep like that — and smiled. “ y’can still praise me, i ain’t no snitch. ” his tone was playful as he purred out, glancing at the woman, dark eyes narrow and smiling. ororo had a certain reputation to uphold and he often challenged it with soft nicknames like that. “ mmm-hm, i’d be willin’ t’put on a hat — but that’s jus’ ‘bout as far as i’ll go. no nets for moi, no, than you. ”

“No, no the moment has passed,” she said dismissively. Though she’d refused to compliment him, Ororo did continue to lavish affection on the Cajun, stroking his hair as if Remy were some pampered feline. He seemed to be enjoying it, and truthfully it was probaly doing them both a world good. With every slide of her fingers, she could feel the tension leaving her body and his lean into her palm sent a wave of warmth rolling throughout. Both friends had a bad habit of isolating themselves when most in need. Her desire to appear together and strong for the sake of everyone else often prevented her from seeking solace from another person, and while she couldn’t claim to know Remy’s exact reasons for keeping to himself Ororo had her suspicions. Telling Remy, he was worthy of concern and care wouldn’t do much, better to simply let him feel it through this subtle exchange.

I LOVE THEM SM WHAT HT HECK

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  smile bright, sharp; electric &&. wide       enough to sell you the W O R L D; && she doesn’t know         what scalds more;  having her head tilted up much higher       than any of these men  she dances for &&. having to - or       being the one who took it away from herself; glass agony.   

TECHNICALLY IT’S YOUR OWN FAULT HE STARTED TALKING ABOUT IT