muses_w_remotes | 7.14. Life quote

7.14. "You don't have to understand 'here' to be 'here.'"
| Life

Co-written with canmakeufeel & dontdotricks

There was a slight unnerving sense of déjà vu thrumming through Remy as the three of them made their way slowly down to the beach. Walking was still a slow process and he was aided by a cane until the muscles in his back and legs strengthened. He mostly had the use of all his functions back and could do things without help, albeit slowly. Maddy was in just a bikini with a towel slung over her arm and Flynn adorned in board shorts. Remy was still in jeans and a t-shirt, although he promised to get down to swimwear if he felt the urge.

He didn't feel the urge.

Still, he wasn't going to be a complete wet blanket. Getting around like a geriatric on a walking stick was bad enough, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. He was going to enjoy himself on this trip if it fucking killed him. His eyes scanned the rows of sunbathers and he took out his cigarettes, proceeding to light one up. He had gotten good at the whole lighting up process with one hand.

( Flynn watched Remy in amusement. “Are you blatantly perving when you haven't even given us a chance to hold your attentions, sweetness?” He asked and stole Remy's cigarette for a quick drag before slipping it back between the Cajun's lips... )

Word Count | 3,661

just_fck_me | 1.7. No more waiting

1.7. There was going to be no more waiting

[Follows THIS]

Despite feeling slightly unnerved over the encounter with Tab’s other half, Flynn too his suggestion on board and went to the other side of the resort to look for the elusive Cajun. It wasn’t that Flynn was exactly pissed off with him, but there was a slight irritation there because Remy still wasn’t 100% and if he hurt himself or felt weak, how the hell would they know? He was good, but it wasn’t like he had the ability to single-handed put out a Batcall, was it? And if he did, Flynn wondered if their Part Three would even call them.

He had to force himself not to keep his eyes on the ground for Remy in a fallen heap. Besides the fact Remy would probably kick his arse for doubting his strength, Flynn wasn’t sure he could take another Cajun-esque shock to the system. There was only so much of that one could take without having a stroke. At least Remy’s appearance was unmistakeable. There were very few people on the island getting around in black jeans with a cane.

( Flynn flicked his hair back off his sweaty face as he in the shadier part of the resort... )

Remy LeBeau is dontdotricks and used with permission. Madison James is canmakeufeel and Luke Jackson is notskywalker, both referenced with permission


Word Count | 606

muse_shuffle | November Disc Two

Track 06. Your arms are warm but they make me feel // As if they're made of cold, cold steel // A simple kiss like a turnin' key // A little click and the lock's on me
(Tina Arena – 'Chains')

Co-written with canmakeufeel

[Follows THIS and THIS]

Madison had returned to the room she shared with Flynn and Remy as soon as she'd received Flynn's text. It had been straight and to the point, letting her know that Flynn had found their Cajun, and that he'd meet her back at their room. That was what had had her worried. He was meeting her. Not them. Not Flynn and Remy, just Flynn. She stayed dressed in her baggy white cotton blouse over her bikini and shorts. By now she probably would have stripped off completely, or strutted about in her bikini, but not if something was wrong.

The twisting feeling in her gut she'd had down on the beach when Remy had walked off on them was back. She sat curled up in one of the arm chairs and chewed on her nail, a habit she hadn't indulged in in years. As the door to the room started to open Maddy sucked in a breath and looked at Flynn with question eyes. "Where is he?"

( Flynn wanted to make sure this came out right. Only, he just didn't know what 'right' was. How could any way he told her be right? )

Remy LeBeau [dontdotricks] referenced with permission

Word Count | 1,840