I will burn your kingdom down...

[backwaterbelle]

who: Remy & Rogue
what: Sickness and feels. Rogue's recovering and it's comatimes for Cajun.
when: Mid May.
where: Remy's floor/bunk in communal housing.
warnings: Sickness talk. Possible language.

The nanites had hit Rogue slow and steady from the beginning, the symptoms manifesting much like the flu mixed with Terrigen mist poisoning, which was something the mutant had managed to live with for quite sometime back home before they were able to develop a cure of sorts. Hell, she couldn't really tell if she were on the mend or getting worse, but many others were falling severely ill at alarming rates.

With super soldiers and gods falling victim to what seem to be a mix of magic and tiny tech that appears to be affecting everyone differently, she's terribly worried for her people. The most important of those people will always be Remy. No matter what level of complication or non-romance they were at, Rogue would love and look after him as best she could. She had his back to the end. Why else would she wear a ridiculous looking
sterile face mask when she visited the other mutant?

To avoid unnecessarily contaminating internal surfaces in the communal housing areas, she arrived via flying up to their outdoor area and carefully walked inside, peering around for Remy, checking the kitchen first before heading towards his bunk. She came with a bag of supplies to actually doctor him should the need arise, but she hoped for this to merely be a social visit where she could attempt to lift his spirits a bit regardless.]

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[athiefalways]

If he's appreciative of the attention to his pillows, which he is, he doesn't show it, at least he does his model best not to, but there are just some things you can't keep out of the relaxing of your shoulders to the slack in your brow. That and when a woman knows you as well as Rogue does, it's damned near impossible to hide anything. Still, he continues to grin even as he allows himself to settle back onto those pillows.

"What, mon coeur, you never wanted ta play nurse?"

[backwaterbelle]

Pillows situated to her liking after he's leaned back on them, Rogue shifts on the bed to move closer, the length of her outer thigh pressing along the length of his through the covers as she leaned over him, inside hand planting on the bed outside his hips for stability she didn't technically need. The other hand returns to push hair from his face, tutting softly when it fell back on his forehead.

"Perhaps, but it sure looks like you're more than able to give yourself your own sponge baths now."

To be honest, giving him a sponge bath while he's awake and ready to participate would end up far more dirty than clean, and for now, he needed to rest.

[athiefalways]

He pouted at her response, but didn't protest her closeness. They didn't need full contact, not in Remy's opinion, though when they could get it, it was damn sure nice.

"I don' know, cher. I might take some time ta recover. Ain' ever been infected by no nanite virus before." But even the animation he'd mustered thus far had taken more out of him that he'd realized. He was awake, but he felt like sleep sounded like a great idea. It didn't feel like he had when he'd nearly slipped away from her. It just felt warm, and close, and safe. "Yo' stayin', right?"

[backwaterbelle]

She huffed playfully, but truth be told she had zero issue assisting him bathe while he was still recovering because she loved him and had the perfect gloves for the occasion. Her smirk said as much even though she shrugged a shoulder. "Well ah wouldn't want you to pull somethin' tryin' to wash between your toes."

As she joked, Rogue could see the exhaustion tugging him back, but it looked and felt light years different from when he slipped into the coma. Still, she looked right ready to fuss over him. Her eyebrow lifted at his question, and she consequently maneuvered herself so that she stretched out horizontally, floating over the side of the bed closest to the nightstand with the water. She's poised ready to lay down with him and provide herself as an additional pillow.

"Ah'm all yours Remy."