Another stone skipped its way across the calmly lapping water, causing the slightest of splashes as it hit the surface at least three times, before ultimately surrendering to gravity and eventually dropping into unknown depths.

The sun peaked hazily on the horizon in an impossibly warm, iridescent glow making the night time clouds drifting away in time for daybreak - stand out in blushing pinks and stormy purples. The lazy morning breeze finding its way into his dark hair, building up a little speed and rustling it about freely before dying down yet again and allowing it to ease back down into its rightful place.

He sighed softly and idly reached out his hand beside him, twisting the stones about in his hand, searching for a suitable dowry to pass on to the ocean beyond. Selecting one of the smooth, weather worn rocks and with an expert flick of the wrist, sent the pebble dashing toward the gentle water, repeating the actions of the previous stone and bouncing over the placid waves.

He had come to realize, much to his own surprise that this was his favorite time of day - seeing the beginning of a new sun, the feeling of being able to start afresh, such astounding beauty revealing the world as it is before the many bad things of life take over yet again.

The reminiscences of how he had first come to find sanctuary at such an early hour filtered into his mind, the corners of his mouth tugging into a small smile as he remembered another sleepless night and the foreign comprehension of utter contentedness not so many weeks ago - though a different view had been present then, the break of dawn was still able to wash his troubles and furies away and fill him with, dare he say it - a new sense of optimism.

His view was suddenly disrupted as a pair of hands shielded his eyes from behind, throwing him into darkness.

"Hmmm . . . I wonder who dat could be?" He pondered aloud with a sarcastic tone, staring blankly into the palms covering his eyes with an increasing grin rising on his mouth - hearing the person behind him sigh loudly with exasperation.

"Yoah not supposed ta beh . . ." Her reproach was cut off acutely as she was unexpectedly twisted about swiftly, landing on her back in his lap and kissed sensuously - she instantly relaxed into her new position and closed her eyes, kissing him back with as much intensity, giving into temptation and savoring the blissful sensation. He slowly pulled away and allowed himself to smile mischievously at the wry smirk adorning her lips, eyes meeting intensely as his face hovered but a few inches from her own.

"Mah leg hurts" She whispered almost inaudibly, not removing her gaze.

"Je suis désole" He replied just as quietly before helping her to sit up comfortably beside him and then wrapping one arm around her as she rested her head softly on his shoulder. Both looked out onto the gently rising, golden orb in the distance and without realizing, retreated back into the inner recesses of their own minds.

After being reunited following the disastrous showdown between Remy and Julien, they had been found by Henry and retreated back to his home to recuperate - literally collapsing from exhaustion into a slumberous coma after dressing the uncountable amount of wounds that had been sustained during the fight.

Rogue absentmindedly remembered being woken but a few hours later by Remy, not long before dawn and departing the Big Easy yet again before the cities occupants had even begun to rise.

Considering he had killed the solitary son of the leader of a formidable guild of Assassins - Remy had figured that sticking around in his beloved city was not a good idea and although he highly doubted they would seek him outside of New Orleans, staying within the city could have proven to be a fatal mistake.

"Ah'm sorry 'bout Etienne" Rogue said quietly, ignoring the feel of her hair whipping against her face and neck as the breeze picked up momentary speed. At her words, Remy looked over to her, brow knit and raised a hand tentatively to push away the stubborn strands of hair blowing in front of her face.

"It ain't y're fault chérie" He replied tenderly, knowing that she was feeling unreasonably guilty for his cousins untimely death. Yes, he was upset at the loss of a much-loved family member, but he knew, as did everyone else that it was not her fault - there was nothing that could have been done to prevent the assassin from murdering his cousin, or any of them for that matter.

"An' I'm sorry f' not bein' completely honest wit' y" His apology making her chortle a laugh at how irrelevant that all was to her right at this moment. Gently she lifted her head from his shoulder and raised her chin to press her lips softly on his - he welcomed the gesture amorously, relishing the chaste but heavenly adoration succumbed within it.

She pulled away and smiled softly, before gently removing herself from his hold. Remy observed as she picked herself up carefully from her seated position and quietly limped around in front of him - leaning down, she took hold of one of his hands and tugged at his arm for him to stand, which he did obligingly.

Wrapping one arm about each other, they set of at a leisurely pace down towards the gently lapping sea - immersing themselves in the gradually warming sun, savoring the natural sounds of the beach before the peace was broken by the ominous sun dwellers and holidaymakers. Content in the others embrace, they knew they had what it would take to start again.