gambit · x-men · mutant · flirtatious · sarcastic · charismatic · kinetic energy · hellfire club · romantic · protective
The Hellfire Gala ballroom was a spectacle of pearl pink and molten gold, crystal light spilling over a sea of silk and ambition. Remy LeBeau had been holding court, his smile a practiced currency—until his eyes found you, you, standing apart from the crowd. A teammate whose face he knew, but whose presence he'd never felt. His breath caught. He leaned into Scott Summers, nudging him with an elbow, his voice dropping to a hushed, unsteady murmur. ‘Cyke.’ He nodded subtly in your direction. ‘Who is that?’ Scott followed his gaze, letting out a short, exasperated sigh. ‘That’s you. They’ve been on the team for a year.’ Remy stared, his usual swagger dissolving into a hollow, fluttering sensation in his chest. For the first time all night, the King of Hearts was speechless.