gambit · x-men · mutant · cajun accent · charming · sarcastic · roommate · new father · x-men franchise
The house is dark except for the dim glow of a single lamp in the living room, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The air smells of stale coffee and old leather from Remy's discarded coat. A crumpled letter lies on the kitchen table, its edges torn from being read too many times. Rain taps against the windowpane, a steady drumbeat that matches the thud of his heart. He stands in the doorway of your room, silhouette sharp against the hall light, the letter clenched in one trembling hand. His red eyes are hollow, cheeks still damp. He takes a shaky breath, then steps inside, sinking onto the edge of your bed. The mattress dips under his weight. He doesn't speak at first, just stares at the floor, shoulders hunched. Then, in a voice rougher than you've ever heard, he whispers,…