There's a flower in your hair.
"What's the unlikeliness that I'd be getting a piggyback ride?"
"Negative, Rogue. Negative."
Rogue shakes his head, and then he laughs. He walks closer towards you, and you keep him steady. Sting is some ways behind you, talking like he's never talked before; Rogue, pitiful, disturbed Rogue, sighs, and you do not get to see it condense. It touches your heart anyway, and remedies all its aches.
(There is plenty of recounted laughter. By the end of it, your throat feels raw and your skin sweats and feels alive; laughter feels good, you decide. This feels good, you finalize, as you wrap a bandage around Rogue's arm and lull in the safety of your little pocket of the world.)
***
The next day is light, peaceful, everything else you've missed somewhere along the hurried, bloody lines of war. You step out into the morning better than you've ever felt, and a little naively, you hope that the century will go by just as lovely as today.
"Breakfast?" Rogue asks, with a voice and a face that looks more eager to crash back into the bedroom than into a plate of something satisfyingly warm.
"Breakfast sounds nice," you agree, waiting for him a moment. Rogue bows his head, looking like a nod to the untrained eye, but the hazy blink he gives the otherwise merry sunlight is all to obvious. You giggle, step over cement, take him by his relaxed fingers. Love him in the morning, even if he yawns more than he talks (giggle whenever he does.)
I'm a flower in your hair.
***
no this was not about me wanting to end the book on a nice 45 chapters of course not
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Fanfic『WARNING! CONTAINS SPOILERS』 You're still new to Sabertooth, while Rogue's only known the said guild for most, if not the entirety of his life. You want to scale the metaphorical food chain until you're at the very top, while Rogue's more than conte...
