backwaterbelle | eudio

I think we'll manage. You may need to bring something to drink though, unless you don't mind water.

[if he's honest, he doubts they'll even get round to using the lawnmower anyway. there's planning to be done first.]

You may not have much use for them yet.

You ever try sweet tea? [Oh did that accent ever come out then.] Like proper Southern sweet iced tea?

[He's about to and in all likelihood he'll hate it, but she's going to share some of her culture with him.]

Ah ain't worried. It's the thought that counts.

I've spent the majority of my life in Europe. I think I'd welcome the opportunity to try something new.

[of course, he did spend time searching the states for mutants too. but sampling local delicacies hadn't been a priority back then.]

Take your time. I'll see you when you get here.

Ah'll bring my latest batch then. Fair warnin', it's real sweet.

[She's amazed that no one in the South thrust it upon him along with grits and sweet potato pie.]

In fifteen to twenty sugah.

[True to her word, she's walking her motorcycle up to his home (so as not to scare any animals) approximately fifteen minutes later, the sweet tea and a few other things tucked safely away in the saddlebags. When she sees him, she'll offer him a cautious, yet genuine smile.]

[he's a short distance away from the building when he first feels her approach. it isn't until she's close that he actually turns to face her though, a soft smile on his face. he knows how he left things between them before he returned home. knows that she has a perfectly good reason to feel cautious around him. but the return home did him a world of good, and he knows that he was in the wrong. she'd only ever tried to help him.

he doesn't say anything by way of a greeting though, and instead turns back to what he was doing before; making a slow path around the perimeter of the grounds that're supposedly attached to the house. he has plans for the area, and having rogue there means that they may well come in to fruition sooner rather than later.]

[The soft smile startles her, and her brow furrows softly at first. It's been quite some time since she's seen it, that sort of smile that seems to almost touch affection again. There are conflicting emotions within, both from home and Eudio, and separating them had long since become impossible, like unwinding a spider's web without breaking it or ending up with a sticky mess.

In the end, her confusion fades into a more neutral face as she parked her bike, gaze following his work on the path, observing it quietly and thoughtfully for a few moments.]

It's good to see that smile again sugah. Ah've missed it.

I have something to show you.

[it isn't meant as a dismissal of her words. but he knows that she knows him well enough by now to understand why he wants to move past the idea of talking about their feelings. he's never been that type of person, and even a life with magda and nina had only changed that temporarily. it's far simpler to focus on the task at hand. which in this case involves a short walk away from the house.

though...he does at least offer out a hand towards her, leaving rogue free to take it or dismiss it as she sees fit. it isn't as though she'll be able to get lost here anyway.]

[Part of her understood, well most of her really given her experience with both versions of Magneto, but the rest of her still feels a bit of a sting regardless of that knowledge. The offer of his hand quickly buries the lingering negativity, and she slips hers in his, offering a quiet squeeze as she falls easily in step with him. It helps that she's a tall woman in times like this.

Her eyes linger on him for the first few steps, but soon she turns her gaze forward to search for whatever it is he means to show her.]

[he leads the way down a vaguely distinguishable path between the trees, the only proof that there even is a path to follow being the occasional metal marker dotted near the base of a tree. it's a few minutes walk, enough distance being put between them and his house to put the building completely out of view. but when they finally break from the cover of the trees, it's to a simple clearing in the forest containing the remains of an old barn. it's beyond repair, but that isn't the point.]

I was thinking that we could use this area here. As long as your friends wards would hold.

[because he isn't risking destroying the forest around them in the process.]

It's close enough that people will be able to wash and change at the house.

[At some point during the walk, Rogue gave his hand a gentle squeeze before shifting it behind her back and to her waist with a soft hum, knowing that if he feels uncomfortable with the closer proximity, then he'd extract himself from her. It's a bit of a litmus test, to see where she stood with him a bit more clearly in regards to the whole touching aspect. It's also a hell of a gamble, considering everything that's happened between them, but Rogue doesn't want to walk on eggshells anymore. Other than the movement of her hand with his, there's no other external reaction to the shift, her gaze instead on the path ahead of them.

She starts grinning at the first glimpse of the old barn, having seen enough of them growing up to know their look, the nature of that sort of building. When they stop, it's evident that she's already on board with the idea.] This is perfect Erik. Ah'll talk to Magnus tomorrow.

[She made a thoughtful noise as she surveys the old barn.] You thinkin' of housin' anyone here or up at your house? Either way, you'll have to keep the kitchen stocked. [There's a pause, her grin widening.] We should have a barbecue with a potluck for everyone to meet. Maybe set up some picnic tables and a grill, or oh! A beach volleyball court?

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