Remieverse- in a hotelroom

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Rage, brought on by a night of remourseful drinking, coursed through Logan's veins as he snarled, chucking the hotel room's last vase at the wall near his shadow, the woman was always following him, always there, always quiet.

"&*#$ you!" he thundered, approaching her, blood in his eyes. There wasn't even a glimmer of Remie in this woman, not a life-filled, joyus, loud Cajun bone in her body, and he was sick of it.

He raised his clawed fists, mind gonig blank but for the picture this woman couldn't fill, snarling as he finally cornered the only one to duck out during his temper tantrums and imediatly return.

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[another-phace.livejournal.com]

He frowned, getting to the hospital, then swearing rather loudly when he saw the waiting room. He went to the front desk, signing in, then looked around and asked for a doctor.

"A doctor will be with you soon," and overworked nurse handed hm a clipboard, and instead he grunted angrily.

"Kin I at least get some pain meds?" he snarled.

"Not until you write that down," the nurse gave him an impatient look and left, and he took her to a sheltered corner, Sitting down with her.

"Hang on," he said gently, wiping near her eyes nd holding her close, even as he got agitated with himself. This was his fault. "Don't cry, darlin', I'll get this stupid form filled out n' we'll get y' somethin for the pain."

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She sighed and leaned against him for a moment, then looked around at the other people in the room before looking at her foot and frowning at the swelling. It needed wrapping at least.

Those dark eyes looked up at her husband again.

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"I know," he said softly, stroking her hair. "I know. But ya gotta wait, darlin', I don't got the supplies, n' even if I did, I don't know how t' set it right. We gotta make sure it heals right or it'll always hurt."

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"(The sound of your words is comforting, husband,)" she said in the old Outside language that her father had taught her, her voice nearly too soft for a normal person to hear. "(But I do not understand them.)"

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He blinked then smiled slightly.

"(So you do talk,)" he sighed. His ancient chinese wasn't great, but it passed. "(We gotta wait to see a healer. Just... be strong for a little longer.)"

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She bowed her head slightly in acknowledgment, then looked up at him again. This close he'd be able to see the dark grey ring in her black eyes.

She herself was taking advantage of their closeness to study him curiously.

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He looked at her, frowning thoughtfully.

"(I haven't been that good to you,)" he said at last, troubled eyes watching her on an otherwise impassive face. "(Your father gave you to me to look after, and I haven't done a thing to do that.)"

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"(You haven't,)" she acknowledged softly, her eyes steady on his.

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"(I'm sorry,)" he said, sitting her back up. "(You were a bit sudden t' have. And I'm not gonna lie, my heart's belonged to a different woman for some time. I was headin' back to make her my shadow when your father gave you to me.)"

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She blinked, then felt ashamed. "(You didn't tell him.)"

Her voice was now low even for his ears.

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"(I tried. I did,)" he said, holding her closer for it. "(But I didn't have the marks your people expect. It doesn't matter much anyway, she's gone, married to another man. Probably for the best.)"

He paused as a doctor came in, and took another patient. Then he sighed.

"(Look, I can't just give you my heart. If I could, I would, but I don't even have it right now. But from now on I'll perform my duties as your husband, on that you have my word. And as soon as I've got something cleared up back in New Orleans we'll return to your home and stay. I get that you're people are in to family, I won't keep you from home any longer than possible, alright?)"

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The thought of the other woman being wed to another so soon was too confusing, so she steered away from it, instead saying, "(My home is where you make it, husband.)"

[another-phace.livejournal.com]

"(Well I'll make it in your home, darlin'. It ain't right of me to do otherwise,)" he said, voice full of firm conviction that left little choice in the matter.