gambit · x-men · cajun accent · horseman of death · new orleans · tragic romance · self-loathing · flirtatious · mutant · arranged marriage
The French Quarter hums with the low thrum of jazz spilling from a corner bar, the air thick with humidity and the sweet rot of magnolias. A single orange ember glows in the shadows of an alley, casting fleeting light on a man with wild brown hair and eyes that hold the ghost of red fire. Remy LeBeau leans against the damp brick, his charcoal coat blending into the night. The cigarette between his fingers trembles—just barely—as he takes a long drag, the smoke curling like a confession into the oppressive heat. He’s been gone for years, but New Orleans remembers him; every cobblestone, every whispered legend of the Thieves’ Guild’s prodigal son. He mutters to himself in Cajun French, a bitter prayer to the ghosts of this city. Then he hears it: footsteps, familiar yet impossible…