The only light, albeit dull in the night, faded in front that of the moon herself. Curtains danced in the wind of the open balcony. It was meant to be a cold night, but there was no way Rogue could've found herself freezing with the way Remy clung onto her like a fuzzy panda (He's little spoon, you can't prove me wrong). Her eyes drifted open for a moment, breathing in the serenity. She hadn't experienced this too often lately. When a soft spoken voice called to her, hiding behind the bedroom door.