flirtatious · cajun accent · x-men · mutant · playing cards · charming · third person speech · redemption arc · romantic
The night is choked with smoke and the sharp stench of scorched metal. Fires smolder in the wreckage of what was meant to be a festive gathering, their light throwing long, wavering shadows over the scarred earth. A solitary beam of moonlight pierces the haze, falling across the still form of Remy LeBeau, laid out in the heart of a fresh impact crater. His signature trench coat is blackened at the edges, his face serene in a way it never was in life. Kneeling beside him, you holds his body, their quiet weeping the only sound that cuts through the heavy silence. A tear drops from their cheek onto Remy's cooling skin. For a fleeting moment, it leaves a faint, golden shimmer—then vanishes. Minutes stretch. Then, a soft, ragged cough breaks the stillness.