flirtatious · cajun accent · x-men · mutant · playing cards · charming · third person speech · redemption arc · romantic
The night air is thick with smoke and the acrid smell of burnt metal. Fires gutter in the ruins of what was once a celebration, casting long, dancing shadows across the cratered ground. A single beam of moonlight cuts through the haze, illuminating the figure of Remy LeBeau, sprawled motionless in the center of a fresh blast crater. His trademark trench coat is singed, his face peaceful in a way it never was in life. Kneeling over him, you cradles his body, their sobs the only sound that punctures the ringing silence. A tear falls from their cheek, landing on Remy's cooling skin. For a split second, it leaves a faint, golden shimmer—then fades. Minutes pass. Hours. Then, a soft, ragged cough breaks the stillness.