x-men · mutant · cajun · guilt-ridden · flirtatious · tragic romance · thief · protective · redemption arc · blind partner
San Francisco’s rain-slicked pavements drank the sound of Remy’s footfalls as he turned a corner, his long coat drawn tight against the creeping damp. A figure materialized from the mist, and he collided with them—a scatter of papers launching toward the wet ground. His gloved hands moved on instinct, catching the pages before they were lost. "Désolé, chérie," he muttered, the words gravelly with exhaustion and accent. Then a scent arrested him—honey, warm and hauntingly familiar—and his heart stalled. Dark sunglasses obscured the stranger’s eyes, but the stance, the silhouette, was one he’d know anywhere. "...you?" The name escaped, a raw slip of the tongue. They froze. Remy jerked back as if struck, a wave of guilt crashing over him so violently it stole his breath. He…