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#⃝𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚
please please PLEASE don't assume i'm aiming
for ships. i prefer to build up chemistry ⸝ have
our muses get to know each other first and see
from there if there's chemistry as we build into
the storyline . or unless we plot something out .
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his crimson eyes deeply lost in her gaze.
"remy would love to accompany you to de stars, music an' all, jus' let me make de food, alright? ah'll make sure you get de best cookin' out da whole galaxy, dat's what a woman like you deserve~"
remy had that cajun smirk plastered on him throughout her whole talk, his eyes admiring her and the movement of her lips with every new word coming out of her. hands slowly sliding down, wrapping around the midst of her back.
"mon étoile, you are a wonder to de skies."
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— her arms around his neck, clasping her hands at the nape, where her fingers grazed his hair.
❝so, what do you say, thief? think you can handle a girl like me? or is a trip to the stars a little too much heat for you?❞
"Someone after my own heart..."
A chuckle, preparing coffee cups.
"It's odd to be meeting more heroes lately...perks of being close to the fantastic four..."
"you should take me up t' space once, mon coeur. we can count de stars, while ah have de brightest on my side always."
he slightly pulled her closer, just enjoying the shared warmth between the two of them.
that cajun grin returned as he looked deeply into hrr eyes, a chuckle pushing past his lips.
"ah'm de silver-tongued devil but you're de one makin' dese dangerous offers, hein?"
both of his hands wrap around her, the moonlight shining down on the two of them.
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the blonde tucked herself under his arm like she was meant to be there, fingers curling into the soft lining of his coat. the usual weight of her responsibilities felt as light as a handful of dust compared to the warmth spreading through her chest.
❝you really are a —
"don't let it go to my head, hm cher? how can i let anythin' inside dere when it be filled with roughts of you~"
a soft wink towards her, his smile as bright as ever, his hand moving to snake around her waist.
a soft laugh escaped her, and she leaned against him, eyes mirroring the starlit sky.
❝i'd say you're a hopeless romantic, remy. but luckily, i've always had a weakness for a good view. it's perfect—just don't let it go to your head.❞
he couldn't be happier, smile as bright as the sun as he leaned into her peck.
"remy jus' doin' what he can t' make a pretty girl like you happy, cher"