Jun 11, 2006 01:20
Ororo had spent the last three hours pruning the plants housed within her greenhouse and was now returning to the mansion. She had put all thoughts of the events in Mutant Town to the very back of her mind; it would do no good to dwell on them.
Bare feet pressed against the cool tiled floor of the kitchen and carried her slight weight over to the sink where she slid the glass under the cool spray of water. The mere sight of water enough to bring back a crushing memory and she took a quick breath and closed her eyes.
I wish you were here, Jean…
The silent thought passed through her mind and was eased away as she twisted the tap and cut off the flow of water. She now took a few slow sips before tipping her head back and easing a breath out.
She didn’t need to look out the window and see the gathering clouds to know what was coming; she just had to listen to the thrum in her skin and the beat of her heart, a thunderstorm was rolling in.
It was going to be one hell of a night.
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