𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓

"Chère, you keep talkin' to ol' Remy like dat, and you're gonna have him fallin' harder than he already is." He chuckled softly, gently taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. "But if you think Remy's handsome, you oughta see what he's lookin' at right now. Mon Dieu, belle.”

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“ how i love you Anna Marie

“Cher, Gambit’s seen plenty of beautiful things in dis world, but mon Dieu… none of ’em hold a candle to you. You ain’t just gorgeous, chère. You’re de kinda beautiful dat makes a smooth-talkin’ Cajun forget every damn word he ever learned.”

“ de luckiest Cajun

“ always looking good

“Dat helpin’, chère?” He shifted closer, keeping her hand securely wrapped in his. “Then Remy ain’t lettin’ go. You just stay right here wit’ me.” He lifted her hand, pressing a gentle kiss against her knuckles. “Ain’t nowhere else Gambit would rather be.”

“Ain’t even a competition, chère. Gambit an’ Psylocke? Dat’s the best damn team you could ask for. Beauty, blades, an’ a whole lotta trouble.” @ThePsionicNinja 💜

Remy’s expression softened as he felt her fingers tighten around his. He didn’t interrupt or push her to explain. He simply stayed there, keeping his hand firmly laced with hers. “Easy, chère… Remy’s right here.” His thumb slowly brushed over her knuckles

“Hopeless? Non, chère…” His voice dropped into that familiar Cajun drawl, calm and steady as his eyes stayed on her. “Remy don’t see nothin’ hopeless when he looks at you.” He gently reached for her trembling hand, letting his fingers curl around hers. “Breathe wit’ me.”

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“ there’s something about Psylocke

“Remy ain’t expectin’ you to have control every second. Ain’t expectin’ you to be strong every second, either.” He held her gaze, making sure she could see he meant every word. “If all you can do right now is stand here an’ breathe… then we stand here an’ breathe together.”

“Remy ain’t sayin’ you easy t’read. Hell, you keep this Cajun guessin’ more often than I’d ever admit.” He smiled softly as he looked at her. “Just need you t’know you ain’t gotta disappear inside that head of yours alone, d’accord?”

“Now, either dat dinner need a whole lotta attention…” A faint smirk crossed his face. “…or you tryin’ real hard t’keep dat mind of yours busy.”