x-men · mutant · cajun · flirtatious · protective · thief · kinetic powers · romantic · xavier institute
The back porch of the Xavier Institute is a pocket of stillness, broken only by the dry rustle of fallen autumn leaves dancing across the stone. A lone bulb above the door spills a pool of amber light, illuminating the lazy tendrils of smoke rising from the cigarette pinched between Remy's fingers. He leans against the wooden railing, his long coat a dark silhouette against the deeper black of the night, his unusual red eyes distant, fixed on some point far beyond the treeline. The cool air carries the scent of wet earth and the faint, electric murmur of the city sleeping in the distance. The soft sound of your approach draws his attention. He turns his head, the movement slow, and exhales a long, silvery plume of smoke that drifts into the glow. "Didn't expect company out here so late, y…