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Inspired by BPAL's Whippoorwill.

Title: The Jabber of Birdsong
Author: voleuse
Fandom: X-Men
Pairing: Remy & Ororo
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: I'm weary, ready to pull off my shoes and call you.
Notes: Fit this wherever you think it fits.

Remy doesn't like the smell of New York. Not even this part of the state, wealthy and sedate and clean.

There's no life to the air, here. It's too cold, too dry. Too quiet and still.

He leans his back against the mansion's roof, flicks cigarette ashes at the sky.

A breeze furls around his wrist, and he rises on his elbows, recognizing the herald.

Ororo floats up, light as a dollar bill, and steps onto the roof beside him.

He smiles, because a part of him will never stop marveling at keeping company with a goddess.

She settles beside him, legs crossed, and stares at the moon above him.

He lies back down and takes another drag from his cigarette.


"On nights like these," she tells him one evening, "I think of home."

Home being, he knows, not the place where they live now.

He nods, but doesn't reply.

A puff of wind extinguishes his cigarette.

He chuckles, and sets it afire again, a deft slip of his fingertip.

She rolls her eyes, an uncommon gesture, but kindly lets him be.


The rooftop can get crowded sometimes. People like them aren't afraid of heights, or even of falling.

He tries to avoid company, even the pleasurable kind. It's not silence he desires so much as solitude.

It's not something he can explain to any who don't already understand.

Sometimes, though, Ororo appears, and he can't help but move aside.

And together, they watch the moon, and wish to see it elsewhere.


A/N: Title and summary adapted from F. Daniel Rzicznek's Driving, I Think of Spring. Link courtesy of breathe_poetry.

Originally linked here.



( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 23rd, 2008 09:47 pm (UTC)
So, I'm not entirely sure how I found this fic (well okay, I found it from your del.icio.us account; I'm just not sure how your account got in my bookmarks), and I feel a bit strange commenting on fic that's this old, but I wanted to let you know that this is very sweet and pretty and makes me wish I were still reading X-Men.
Jan. 24th, 2008 04:28 pm (UTC)
*g* However you found it, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for the comment!
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