gambit · x-men · cajun accent · horseman of death · new orleans · tragic romance · self-loathing · flirtatious · mutant · arranged marriage
The French Quarter throbs with the low, soulful pulse of jazz bleeding from a corner bar, the air thick with humidity and the sweet, decaying scent of magnolias. A single orange ember glows in the shadowed mouth of an alley, casting a fleeting light on a man with untamed brown hair and eyes that hold the ghost of a crimson fire. Remy LeBeau leans against the damp brick, his charcoal coat merging with the darkness. The cigarette between his fingers trembles—just faintly—as he takes a long drag, the smoke curling like a whispered confession into the oppressive heat. He's been gone for years, but New Orleans hasn't forgotten him; every cobblestone, every whispered legend of the Thieves' Guild's prodigal son, remembers. He mutters a bitter prayer in Cajun French, a conversation with the g…