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dramatisperscnae · 7 hours

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okay lets play a game: instead of y’all asking me headcanon questions, send me your headcanons for my muse. ( bonus: if i really like it i may make it an official headcanon )

#askmeme #specify muse pls

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dramatisperscnae · 7 hours

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It was happening. It was seriously happening. Kurt was there within seconds of Remy sending the message - and the fact that Kurt and Matt hit it off fairly quickly once they officially met just made this even better - and then Kurt's hand was on his shoulder, there was the faint scent of brimstone, and suddenly…

Remy closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

He could feel the shift in humidity, feel that heaviness in the air and knew there was a storm rolling in even before the lightning flashed and the thunder rolled overhead. He could smell the old street, the concrete mixed with cobblestones, the river in its muddy bed…he even fancied he could hear strains of jazz and zydeco echoing through the midnight streets of the French Quarter. It was real. He was here.

He was home.

Matt's touch had Remy's eyes opening again, his hand moving automatically to rest over Matt's for a second. "Sure…" He watched his alleycat head for the hotel entrance, the eager, childlike excitement that had been driving him shifting to something deeper, less exuberant but no means less happy.

It was Kurt's gentle squeeze to his shoulder that had Remy realizing his friend had said something. Something about how good it was to see Remy like this, or something about Matt; he hadn't actually registered the words. The Cajun just shook his head. "…He got me home, Kurt…only for a week, sure, but he got me home…" It was still incredible to him.

Bidding farewell to Kurt, and getting a promise that Kurt would give them a hand getting home too if they needed it, Remy shouldered his bag and followed Matt into the hotel as another roll of thunder shook the air. "Sound like de city welcomin' me home," he said with a soft chuckle, sliding his arm around Matt's waist. "You ain't never heard a proper storm 'til you heard de rain fall in New Orleans. We good t'get settled in?"

Leave it to Remy to pack in record time. It made Matthew convinced things were most likely forgotten and they would need to pick things up while they were in New Orleans, which was fine by him. Didn't mean he wasn't going to tease him for it, though, when it came up. All that mattered to him was how happy Remy was, still able to feel it beaming off of him like the warmth of the sun on his skin. The way his heartbeat reflected the emotion with its own special rhythm. All of it was everything to Matt. To know, he was the reason to cause such happiness. He could only hope he would have the chance to make Remy feel like this again in the future.

"Ready when you are." A bright smile to go with his answer. It wasn't until right then did Matt realize he was excited to go to New Orleans. For Remy to show him around where he grew up and all his favorite places, for the chance to get to know a side of him that he hadn't been able to before.

His first introduction to Kurt was when he suddenly appeared in the middle of the living room with a light scent of brimstone in the air. He was friendly to say the least, going on about how the Cajun had talked about him a lot. There was some light teasing before all their things were gathered together in the living room and with Kurt's touch to their shoulders, they were all In New Orleans in the alleyway beside the hotel before Matt could blink. Remy had explained Kurt's powers to him in the past but apparently nothing could compare to actually witnessing it firsthand.

"That was so much easier than flying." Matt chuckled with relief, running a hand through his hair before pulling his cane out of his pocket. To be able to travel without the scents and cabin pressure overwhelming his senses and needing to resort to a sedative was a god send like no other. Thunder roared over their heads while lightning lit up the alleyway, snapping him back into the moment as the lawyer touching a hand to Remy's forearm.

"I'm going to go check us in, alright? Take your time." A flash of a warm smile before Matt turned to Kurt, graciously thanking him for his helping them out and saving him from a horrible migraine and a sedative hangover. With a flick of his wrist, the cane was extended and he grabbed the handle of his bag to start heading towards the street then to the hotel.

#defectivexfragmented #remy ic #remy verse: le coquin errant #remy thread: trip to new orleans #remy/matt: winding road

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dramatisperscnae · 8 hours

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Too far. He'd gone too far. The moment Matt backed up Remy knew it, but he'd built up too much steam to stop while he was behind. Shit. He hadn't meant-…he'd only been trying to-…the way it had come out hadn't at all been how Remy had intended it to sound. He did remember how they'd met, very vividly, but he'd never held it against Matt at all. And now Matt was going to leave.

Well, that was fair enough. And probably the best thing for both of them. A little space to calm down, to breathe and process, and then maybe Remy could try to apologize, to make amends somehow. God he hadn't meant to throw one of the worst days of Matt's life in the man's face like that, he'd just-…he'd wanted Matt to understand why he'd been so afraid and, in typical Lebeau fashion, he'd fucked it up.

Remy sighed, looking away and leaning back against the bed as he weighed his options here. Just let Matt go, or try and get ahead of things now and apologize like hell? The first one was probably the most rational idea, but the second seemed more urgent. Before he could do either one, though, the room's door burst open to reveal a - rather angry - nurse. Probably the leader of the current shift judging by her attitude, which allowed no arguments.

"…Yes'm." It was a little awkward climbing back into the bed, but between his monumental screw-up with Matt and the fact that Remy really did know he had no business being out of bed yet anyway there was no sense in trying to argue. Especially since Matt's mild attempt got immediately shot down. Remy honestly was a little surprised that Matt really did sit on the edge of the bed rather than on the nearby chair, but such was the power of the duty nurse, he supposed.

With Matt so close and so clearly upset, Remy couldn't help but try and reach out. Continuing the argument discussion now was a phenomenally stupid idea, but he could at least apologize while the nurse gathered the supplies she'd need, right? "Mathieu…" His hand moved to rest almost tentatively atop Matt's, as if he wasn't sure it was allowed right now. "…I'm sorry, I-…I shouldn't'a said it like that…Shouldn't'a said it at all, I just…I was scared. An' I wasn' thinkin' right. I know it don' excuse anythin…I don't wanna lose you. I'm sorry, chèr."

I remember how I met you! It was a harsh slap in the face. The rage that had been so deeply seeded in Matt since the second he had found out Remy was alive left him in a single breath. The energy to fight simply gone with Remy's words being hurled at him. How the lowest point in his life could weaponized against him in such a way was beyond him, instinctively taking a step back away from Remy. There was already nearly the whole room between them but he still needed the extra foot to feel safe. Safe from Remy? The idea felt foreign and wrong, no different than being stabbed and the blade being left behind with his body wanting to reject. Every fiber in his being wanting to reject the idea of Remy hurting him in such a way.

Everything else being said to him went straight over his head, not a word sinking in. There was only, I remember how I met you. It was sharp and harsh, distracting him from everything else. His face fell to contort with hurt with being so caught up in it he didn't realize he had lost his composure.

"I-I can't do this..." It came out barely over a whisper with a light tremble to his voice. "I am going to go back to my apartment and take a shower...get some sleep. I can't-"

"What the hell is going on in here?!" A nurse, one different than who had brought them to the room, burst into the room with a presence that demanded their respect and attention. Her gaze immediately fell to her patient not in the bed. "What are you doing out of bed?! Are you trying to rebreak that leg?! Lay back down right now or so help me security will make you!"

Her attention moved from Remy to Matt, jaw nearly dropping at the sight of the bloody man standing there. "And what the hell happened to you?! How did you even get up here covered in blood?!"

"I'm fine. I was just leaving." The lawyer moved to leave the room only to have the nurse step in front of him with her hands up to stop him.

"I don't think so. This is hospital we don't let people have shouting matches in our rooms, walk around covered in blood, or walk around with broken legs!" A switch finger point at Remy. "Get back in bed!" She looked back to Matt with no less mercy than she had showed her patient. "As for you, you are going to go sit on the edge of the bed so I can patch you up. A word out of either of you and I'm calling security!"

Matt didn't fail to notice how the nurse left no room argument and had no intention of drawing more unnecessary attention to himself or Remy. Quietly, he made his way over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, chin tilted down so his sightless eyes were on the floor, hoping they would go unnoticed.

#defectivexfragmented #remy ic #remy verse: le coquin errant #remy thread: homecoming #remy/matt: winding road

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dramatisperscnae · 12 hours

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RED HOOD

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#dick: little wing

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dramatisperscnae · 18 hours

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Robins

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#dick face #dick: little wing #dick: boy genius #dick: my robin #dick: steph tag tbd

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dramatisperscnae · 23 hours

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height comparison for dick n slade..... dick is 6'11"

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#Communication #warled #concerning dick #outofinspiration #good christ the height gap XD

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dramatisperscnae · 24 hours

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Antihero landing

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dramatisperscnae · 1 day

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Height comparison for Remy, Matt 5’10”

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#Communication #defectivexfragmented #concerning remy #remy/matt: winding road #four inches is a respectable height gap >w>#outofinspiration

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dramatisperscnae · 1 day

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He'd known. He'd known when he'd realized which suit Matt had been wearing last night just how bad things had been for his alley cat, but to hear Matt actually say it had Remy's eyes shutting tightly. This was the explosion he'd been expecting earlier, the anger at his disappearance, at his failure to send word, at just leaving Matt to assume the worst because there was nothing to say otherwise.

"…You think I don' know that?" Remy's voice started quiet, but it gained volume soon enough. "You think I didn' know soon as I realized what suit you were wearin'? I remember how I met you!" How could he not? The emptiness, the pain, the sheer desolation Matt had had back then, that desire to just stop…it had haunted Remy for no short amount of time even before they'd grown closer, and it had haunted him all the more since last night, seeing Matt right back there and knowing it was his fault.

"Why the hell you think I wanted you t'stay here with me?! Why you think I was so terrified, tryin'a warn you away from dat rabid wildcat?!" To hell with staying in bed. Remy was already pushing himself to his feet, only the wires and the IV keeping him from actually crossing the room. "I wanted t'be sure you were here. That you were safe. That you knew I was back an' alive…Christ an' all de saints, Matt, knowin' dat I coulda found an empty apartment an' you jus' be lyin' in an alley somewhere an' I wouldn' even know…an' it'd be my fault…"

Remy's voice broke again, the bed creaking slightly as he rested most of his weight on it to keep off his broken leg. "Now, you wanna be mad at me, you go right on ahead, you got dat right. Someone shoulda toldja, 'stead'a leavin' you t'think de worst like dat, an' I already tore Kurt a new one over it in any case. But you goin' off on a suicide mission like dat?! Leavin' me behind?! I love you too, Matthew Murdock. An de thought a losin' you terrifies me, more'n Victor Creed ever could."

His chest burned with each breath as if he had been touched with a red hot poker, blood soaking into the bandages still pressed to his chest. There wasn't a doubt in his mind the wounds would need stitches but that didn't matter at the moment. The last thing he was worried about was the five holes above his heart. Logan had been right; Creed had literally tried to remove his heart while taunting him with how he was going to stick the organ in a box, wrap it with paper and bow before leaving it on Gambit's doorstep.

"Remy..." Matt sighed, desperately clinging to his anger with the sound of Remy shouting weighing him down with guilt. Sharp white static filled his ears, getting louder and louder until he could barely hear Remy over it. It was all too much until he finally snapped.

"He would have taken you from me?! No! You don't get to do that to me!" The words came out far louder than Matthew meant and there was no stopping himself once they left his lips, like high waters bursting through a dam. "I did lose you! I thought you were dead! You can't sit there and be mad at me for something that could have happened when I'm the one who actually lost you!" He threw the bloody wad of bandages at the small trash can in the corner with no care if the wound continued to bleed or not.

"I didn't nearly lose you. I lost you! I grieved you for two weeks! Fourteen days of thinking your heart stopped beating! Of thinking I would never hear your voice again! That I would never feel your arms around me again! You were gone! You were actually gone! I cried. I drank. I couldn't fucking eat. I-I wanted to...I didn't want to exist in a world without you in it." Near breathless, he raked bloody trembling hands through his hair in an attempt to lose some of the anxious energy stirring inside him and mixing with the anger in an odd concoction that was far too much.

"You don't..." Matt could feel himself quickly losing all the energy that had been overwhelming him only seconds before, threatening to overtake and drown him. Now, he was just exhausted and on the verge of tears, feeling as if his legs would give out underneath him at any moment. "You don't get to be mad at for almost losing me when I actually lost you. I loved you and you were gone...just like that. I-I couldn't breathe without you..."

#defectivexfragmented #remy ic #remy verse: le coquin errant #remy thread: homecoming #remy/matt: winding road #tw: suicide ideation

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dramatisperscnae · 1 day

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joey at 6'4 to dick...........................

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#Communication #knightlier #concerning dick #outofinspiration #all these damn giants in the dc universe #i swear 5'10" is average height for an american male XD

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dramatisperscnae · 1 day

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6'1 - Eddie @ Dick (question-marked)

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#Communication #question marked #concerning dick #outofinspiration

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dramatisperscnae · 1 day

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196cm (I know the canon height is like 182-186cm, but... I like my boyo to be a literal walking fridge xD let's just say he corrected his shrimp neck and got a few centimeters there - @lazaruspitreborn )

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