la_belle_rogue: (lightning)
Rogue | Anna Marie ([personal profile] la_belle_rogue) wrote2013-09-11 09:12 pm

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[Spam for Erik]

[Rogue's a resilient sort. She's gone through a lot of bad times piled on bad times. But she's been through a lot of very rough experiences lately. And when she comes back to her room to find the door slightly ajar, it's just the final straw.

She turns on her heel and walks away from her cabin, not even bothering to look back. She walks fast, gets into the elevator, presses a button. She's trying not to freak out, not to panic. She can take a lot, but after what happened at port, and then the flood, she absolutely cannot bring herself to go into her room tonight.

She ends up in front of Erik's door and knocks, softly with an outward calm she did not feel.
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wecanavenge: (You can't even accept yourself)

[personal profile] wecanavenge 2013-11-01 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
More like mountain climbing. [He's dry, and still feels less inclined to go to Iris than to confront Creed himself, but - he nods.]

My room's open to you. [He's smile is wry.] Obviously.

[He's slept worse places than the couch, after all.]
wecanavenge: (This will be an unhealthy relationship)

[personal profile] wecanavenge 2013-12-07 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
[He lets her, he even smiles a little wryly when he looks down at her.]

You'd be the first one to say so.

[And maybe that's the push that makes him lean down and kiss her, not on the cheek but properly, lips pressing solidly against hers.]
wecanavenge: (here's to arguing for the next 50 years)

[personal profile] wecanavenge 2013-12-07 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
I'd be the last to stop you. [He settles his hand lightly on her elbow, mouth curving in a small smirk. He appreciates her humor, now especially.]
wecanavenge: (Well if that's how you feel)

[personal profile] wecanavenge 2013-12-19 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Despite the teasing, Erik is not good at this. He's gotten better, to be sure, which is abundantly clear in the absence of him snapping that she hardly knows him. As proud a man as he is, he's not very used to praise. At least he no longer brushes it off.

Lifting one hand to settle over hers on his chest, he smiles at her. It's a touch crooked.]


Are you certain? Maybe I'm a devil in disguise. [There is the faintest sour note in the word devil. Those were accusations he grew up with, after all: some things are hard to achieve appropriate distance from.]