405. There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hands on kings.

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(TRIGGER WARNING. This meme deals heavy with death and also possibly with strong violence or with suicide/depression. If you are not comfortable reading about that, please PLEASE do not proceed further.)

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Rogue | X-Men

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[leblagueur]

((I have no idea how to do these things, but thought I'd attempt))

it's okay. ilu

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[No, no, no, no. No. This could not be happening. Marie grit her teeth when she saw him get hit. She was a good hundred feet away from him and had to do a few tricky maneuvers, dodging and fighting a few Brotherhood members on her way to him. Like hell was he just going to leave her.

She made it to his side and dropped to her knees.] Come on. Get up, please. Please, Remy.

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[He didn’t know what had happened. As he lay there on the ground, blood soaked hands clutching his stomach, his chest, Remy still didn’t know what had happened. Everything had been going well, he had been holding his own... no, better, he had been winning. He’d taken down Avalanche pretty effectively when suddenly up was down, the ground was spinning and in that moment of disorientation... Sabretooth had struck. It had happened so fast, there had been no way to avoid it.

Gasping for breath, red on black eyes rolling to the side, he caught a glimpse of Mastermind’s grinning face before it disappeared into the melee. Then Rogue was at his side. Remy heard her words and actually tried to obey, tried to sit up but with a cry of pain he collapsed back to the ground.

“It’s kinda comfy... down here. I... t’ink I’ll jus’ stay here... a while,” he choked out with a strained, painful chuckle.

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[She couldn't accept this. She tried to say something, tried to muster up something, but nothing came up. She could feel the world falling a part. Her gloved hand reached for his, needing this more than he could ever imagine.]

I have to get you outta here then. [He couldn't die. Finally she looked down to see the blood and it was the last thing to make her crack. Marie audibly sobbed before ripping her jacket off. She didn't care if it bared her skin. She put it over his wound, trying to apply pressure.]

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[leblagueur]

He felt her hand on his and he tried to wrap it around her fingertips but he didn’t want to move it from the wound. Sure, he could still joke around in this situation - it was his default reaction, and the more worried and frightened he got, the more he tried for humour - but he was terrified if he let go then more than blood would spill. It felt like the death grip on the wounds was the only thing holding him together.

Death grip. Funny choice of words there.

“You best... find someone super strong t’ touch, ‘cause I ain’t dat light... an’ I had a big dinner,” Remy gasped, his eyes rolling back a moment before settling on her hands as she tried to stop the bleeding.

He knew it was no good. Even if she could get him out of there right now he knew, save a miracle, none of it would do any good. He only knew two people that could bounce back from this and it was one of them that had tore him open.

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Please, please. God, please. There wasn't anything she could do, and the realization was hitting her. She tried to stay strong; her teeth were clenched. But the tears had already started. Silent streams ran down both cheeks.

"Remy, ya can't leave me. Not yet." She said before she let another sob escape. She cared too hard for him. He was the first guy that really tried, that understood her, that pushed her farther than anyone. He broke all her barriers.

[leblagueur]

Pain seared across his torso; blinding, unmerciful pain, but hearing her sob, seeing her tears and knowing they were because of him - for him - might have been more painful than any of it. The time for joking was over, and although his focus was fading Remy finally fixed his eyes on her face.

“I don’ have to... not completely,” he said, his voice quieter now. It was selfish of him to even suggest it, he knew it, but he couldn’t help it. It all just hurt so damn much, but she could take that away.

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She tried to blink them away, tried not to show it, but it hurt too much. It felt like he was being ripped away from her. She tried to regain some composure, rubbing her eyes on her shoulders. Marie didn't dare lift her hands from his wound.

And then he suggested that. She stopped and stared at him. Touch him. He was talking about her touching him, having a part of him always. "I don't wanna hurt you." She was still insistent on this even now. Even though he was already in pain.

But it would make things easier for him. And that was what mattered. On hand moved off of him before she slipped the white silk gloved off that had deep red stains on it. His blood. She stared at it for a second before it went off and her bare skin moved to his face.

"You should know I ain't ever gunna be the same again." She swallowed hard, a few tears managing to fall out. "You've ruined me for every other guy, and I don't wanna be the same."

[leblagueur]

Remy was glad he didn’t have to spell it out; she knew what he was suggesting right away. A part of him hated himself for even thinking it, for giving her more to deal with than she already was, but it was just one more thing to add to the list and none of it was going to matter soon enough

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She was crying silent tears hard enough that she couldn't see. Nothing mattered. Her fingers moved to his skin. His words cut even deeper than he could ever imagine. "I love you, too, you swamp rat." She said with a smile. She was trying to stop the tears, say anything to stop the tears. She wanted him to joke again. Then it wouldn't be so bad

[leblagueur]

Even in the depths of pain and despair that threatened to overwhelm him any moment, the nickname she dubbed him brought a genuine smile to his lips. It was strained, broken, but real... kind of like them. It hadn’t been easy, their whole relationship, but it had been worth it

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She felt his hands on her, the way he touched her, like he had always touched her. Marie pressed her forehead on his, feeling the life slowly slipping away. All she could do was hold him harder, as if it could stop death. Like death couldn't take him if she fought back.

This was it. He kissed her softly and her hot tears rolled down. And she knew. She knew like when she knew she killed the first boy she ever kissed. She felt him. He was there now, but gone from her.

But she couldn't let him go, yet. Slowly she separated her lips from his and cried harder than she ever had. Harder than she thought she ever could. He died in her arms. She was loved. Her chest burned with the pain of losing him. No one could ever replace him.

A hand brushed back his messy hair. "I'll always love you, Remy." She repeated to herself.