Cajun Flavor (one x one yaoi rp)

[Silver Nephilim]

Jeannie gulped and clung to Gambit's shirt, burying his face as his fingers trembled. "I dunn wanna remembah. I dunn wanna remembah all tha', R-Remy... Rems, I dunn wanna remembah..." But I remembah...'gin... Wanna f'git 'gin... He curled up slightly against the covers. "Nah...nah, nah, nah..." Dunn wanna 'membah Mah...

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He held the boy to him, keeping him covered as he rocked him gently. "Don' you worreh, cher. Gambit got ya. You don' gotta remembah nothin'..."

[Silver Nephilim]

He sighed, nodding and letting himself be rocked. "Don' gotta...bu'...can' he'p i'... Feels like i'got sucked t'th'top...wh-whe..." His voice died in his throat. He swallowed, lips trembling. He turned his head and pressed his face into the crook of Gambit's neck, squeezing his eyes shut. "Keep seein' Mah... Dunn wanna see Mah..." His grip on his shirt tightened. "Wanna see you..."

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He smiled and held him in his lap, rocking him slowly. "Shhhh...Gambit be 'ere, cher. He got you..."

[Silver Nephilim]

He smiled some. "Y'not like Mah...y'not like 'er... Y'got meh..." Rogue glanced into the room as she and Xavier stood outside.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He buried his face in the boy's hair, holding him tightly against him. "Yeah, cher. You got ol' Gambit...he got you...."

[Silver Nephilim]

"Y'cryin'?" he mumbled, a slow hand reaching up and petting at the man's hair. "Don' cry...if'n y'are..." Xavier peered into the room a little more before glancing at the red-eyed man pointedly and scooting back out of the room into the hallway to wait. Did he even want to know...?

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He smelled his hair, petting it slowly. "Gambit no cryin', cher. He jus' wanna be holdin' you. He want you to know he 'ere...."

[Silver Nephilim]

He nodded, pressing his head under the man's chin before wrapping his arms around his neck, still fiddling with his hair. "Tha's nice..." He sighed, closing his eyes. The bald man wheeled himself into the doorway and sat there watching quietly.

"Remy?" he murmured in the older thief's mind. "Rogue absorbed his memories when she touched him. Would you like to see something of this boy's life?"

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit solemnly nodded. "If it can make him understand, den yes. Remy wanna know, Prof."

[Silver Nephilim]

The man nodded and began showing him.

A haggard woman in a pale sundress with a bad pattern threw the pan down on the table, splashing oil onto the stovetop. The kid was crying again. A small boy sat on the floor, giving off muffled whimpers as he rubbed at his eyes. Bandages decorated his face, arms, legs. Boards were covering the places were plaster and flooring had been blown out.

"Wha', boy?" she hissed, looking at him. He looked like his father; he heard her say it over and now again, "Lookin' like 'im...always gotta go lookin like 'im! Wha' y'wan' now?!"

"M-Mah..." He shuddered, scooting back some and covering his head. A sudden flash, blinding. "M-Mah?" He looked around. The woman's skin was red and raw, bloody, her eyes staring at him menacingly. "M-Mah-mah?"

"GE' 'WAY! YOU GE'WAY!" She fumbled, threw a wooden block at his head. The boy scrambled up, out of the smoldering apartment and into the street.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Remy shuddered, stifling a sob as he held the boy close, kissing his forehead and rubbing his back. "Remy de only one 'ere, cher. He de only one..."

[Silver Nephilim]

"Mm...mm-hmm." Jeannie nodded, shifting his legs slightly to press himself further into the man's arms.

"He made a few friends on the streets," continued the Professor. "Most of them went their ways, though, when they discovered his powers. One was blinded. He picked pockets most of the years he was on the streets. I'm surprised he didn't escalate to anything serious, much less how he found his way here... Even with my abilities and Jean's help..." He made a strange face. "Perhaps it was just his thief's intuition." He turned and rolled to the door. "I think you should start training him soon, Remy, if you don't mind me noticing your thoughts." With that he shut the door again.

The boy looked up as the door was pulled shut. "Huh?" He blinked, rubbing at his burning eyes. "Wha'as tha'?"

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He smiled. "Nothin' cher. Say, would you like to spar tomorrow?"

[Silver Nephilim]

He smiled slowly, lopsidedly. " 'Kay." He yawned, stretching out on his side and looking up at the man. "It'll feel good." He laughed. "Mean, sparrin's like sex. Well, 'thout th'bed." He blinked, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again. "Hey, y'really say tha' thing th'others say y'say? Mean, when y'fight wi' th'short guy?" He cocked his finger in a gun shape toward the other mutant. " 'Bang, y'dead.'?" He laughed, curling into his side and resting his head on Remy's thigh. "S'cool."