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Lucia de'Medici
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| Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 4:45 am Post subject: Southern Gothic (Rogue/Gambit, Evo) |
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Title: Southern Gothic
Fandom: X-Men: Evolution
Author: Carmine LaCroix
Summary: A love story.
Rating: Teen/Mature
Pairing: Rogue/Remy
Warnings: AU, History!fic
Notes: This is a Rogue-centric story, hence the placement in the "Other Fanfiction" category. Gambit does play a predominant role, but there's nothing contributed from his point of view to really warrant classifying the story as "Gambit Fanfiction." WIP.
At the Pit: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4115952/1/Southern_Gothic
Excerpt:
Mama told her girl a story once – when her girl was only part-ways grown and the boys started calling at the old townhouse in the French Quarter – boys who were fool enough to stand in the street and holler up to the balconies; boys who’d try to climb the crepe myrtle if it would gain them favour enough to catch the eye of that strange creature Mama Raven kept cloistered in her Rue Royal apartments. The story was meant t’ keep her in line, t' keep her rememberin’ that not all wounds heal in the way they’re supposed to. Sometimes, there just ain’t no justice t’ speak of that can be shared between th’ people who deserve it. I think that maybe Mama mighta left that part out. So I ain’t gonna tell you that story, ‘cause this ain’t no cautionary tale. I’m gonna tell you how it really happened…
Heard tell that the girl wasn’t really her daughter, no. They only called her that for simplicity’s sake. And when the girl went rogue? Well, that’s how she was called forever after.
Yessir, you heard me right. That’s how she’s known ‘round these parts: the Rogue. ‘Parently even ol’ Jelly Roll Morton wrote a song about her, back before Storyville closed. But for a time, as I heard it, Jelly Roll had the devil speakin’ over his shoulder, behavin’ like his muse. Not that anyone’d admit to it – but there sure are enough folk ‘round these parts claimin’ to have seen him for themselves. They all agreed on one thing: said he had eyes black as pitch, with a fire set to burn deep inn’em. N’awlins is the devil’s town, don’t you know? Hotbed of vice and depravity, one critic said.
And in these parts? If the devil’s knockin’ at your door, honey, you best not answer it. Lawd save your everlovin’ soul, if ya do…
Leastways, that’s the way th’ gumbo ya-ya goes...
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Lucia de'Medici
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Location: Montreal, QC
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| Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 9:20 pm Post subject: |
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"Act I: Blood - Scene I" now available at The Pit:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4115952/2/Southern_Gothic
Excerpt:
There is a pomegranate tree in the courtyard that spills over the small, ornamental fountain visible from the porte-cochère and Rue Royal beyond. Under its orange blooms, she sits on a bricked bench, breathing deeply through her nose, and exhaling out her mouth. If she were to incline her head, looking past the trunk of the fig tree, and the enormous cluster of ferns and banana plants choking the flags, and if she were to lean an indecent two inches two her left, and arch her back just so – she would catch the eye of one of the young men dallying on the corner of St. Louis opposite.
The scandal would surely alert Mama before the boys took to climbing the gateway bars, she thinks…
Like they did last time...
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