Challenge #500/#491 - Atmosphere (X-Men Movies, Rogue/Storm)
Title: Change in the Weather
Fandom: X-Men (movieverse)
Pairing: Rogue/Storm
Rating: G
Prompt: #500 - remainder/#491 - atmosphere
Word count: 250
Summary: Rogue has nowhere to go but home.
Even after the cure fails and Rogue becomes again what she's always been, she doesn't expect to return. She has no place there, after the way she left - but after another year on the road, she has no place anywhere else either, and winter is getting closer. A trucker takes her most of the way but leaves the last miles to her, reluctant to get too close to that place. Just as well. Her jacket is warm and she doesn't mind walking. Rain-heavy air stirs the branches, and she breathes it in, cold and clear.
It's Ororo who meets her on the way. She lights down from the sky like the goddess people claim she is, charged air crackling around her; Rogue stares, caught against her will by beauty or power.
"I'm not surprised it didn't last," Ororo says. "Some things follow their own paths, not ours."
Rogue hunches her shoulders, staring at the road in front of her sneakers, and says, "I know." If she's expecting chastisement, or pity, she gets neither. Only a brief touch on her arm, grounding her. No use wanting more.
Something shifts in the atmosphere, and she looks up, shivering. A gust of wind wraps around her, teasing at her coat and scarf, her hair. It feels clean, bracing and exhilarating; she catches the edge of Ororo's smile and can't help but wonder.
They walk back together, close but not touching. Rogue feels the rain on her face like a welcome home.
Fandom: X-Men (movieverse)
Pairing: Rogue/Storm
Rating: G
Prompt: #500 - remainder/#491 - atmosphere
Word count: 250
Summary: Rogue has nowhere to go but home.
Even after the cure fails and Rogue becomes again what she's always been, she doesn't expect to return. She has no place there, after the way she left - but after another year on the road, she has no place anywhere else either, and winter is getting closer. A trucker takes her most of the way but leaves the last miles to her, reluctant to get too close to that place. Just as well. Her jacket is warm and she doesn't mind walking. Rain-heavy air stirs the branches, and she breathes it in, cold and clear.
It's Ororo who meets her on the way. She lights down from the sky like the goddess people claim she is, charged air crackling around her; Rogue stares, caught against her will by beauty or power.
"I'm not surprised it didn't last," Ororo says. "Some things follow their own paths, not ours."
Rogue hunches her shoulders, staring at the road in front of her sneakers, and says, "I know." If she's expecting chastisement, or pity, she gets neither. Only a brief touch on her arm, grounding her. No use wanting more.
Something shifts in the atmosphere, and she looks up, shivering. A gust of wind wraps around her, teasing at her coat and scarf, her hair. It feels clean, bracing and exhilarating; she catches the edge of Ororo's smile and can't help but wonder.
They walk back together, close but not touching. Rogue feels the rain on her face like a welcome home.