Silent Night - Open
The mansion was quiet all except for the quiet breathing of the one known as Storm; she walked the halls, slipped down the flight of stairs and took the wooden floors one bare foot at a time.
Her figure wrapped in a silk dressing gown of a rich blue and her long legs exposed by the small shorts and chemise she wore to bed. The thing with Ororo was this, she wasn’t afraid or ashamed of her body and it helped her to carry herself with the confidence a lot of other women lacked.
However all of that was forgotten now, her hair was dishevelled, the lack of sleep and the constant twists and turns in bed sheets had seen to that. Her mind was wandering, straying from one thing to a next and there was this itch. An itch she knew she couldn’t scratch and until there was something to be done the most she could do was remain as a stable solid presence.
She arrived in the kitchen, opened the freezer and pulled out what appeared to be a large tub of ice cream and then she went on the hunt for a spoon. The sounds she made were insignificant in the large mansion, the chance of anyone hearing her were slim to none.
Ororo settled at the table, pulled the lid off the ice cream and stuck her spoon inside. This had once been a ritual she had shared with Jean but with her friend the way she was now, this was now Ororo’s ritual and one she was indulging in alone.
She thought to Rogue, then to Logan and admittedly she spent more time thinking about him than she did about Rogue. A roll of her eyes accompanied the thoughts; honestly she was worse than a schoolgirl.
Besides there were more important things to worry about, like the fact she was supposed to speaking to the politicians soon enough. Campaigning for mutant rights but really that had always been Jean’s strength. Public speaking made Ororo nervous.
Inhaling a breath, Ororo closed her eyes and stroked her hands over the bundle of tangled nerves across the back of her neck and then she bowed her head towards her chest and just kept working on all those knots.
In less than three days she would be in Washington facing not only the President and the politicians but the cameras and the public, Goddess help her.
Her figure wrapped in a silk dressing gown of a rich blue and her long legs exposed by the small shorts and chemise she wore to bed. The thing with Ororo was this, she wasn’t afraid or ashamed of her body and it helped her to carry herself with the confidence a lot of other women lacked.
However all of that was forgotten now, her hair was dishevelled, the lack of sleep and the constant twists and turns in bed sheets had seen to that. Her mind was wandering, straying from one thing to a next and there was this itch. An itch she knew she couldn’t scratch and until there was something to be done the most she could do was remain as a stable solid presence.
She arrived in the kitchen, opened the freezer and pulled out what appeared to be a large tub of ice cream and then she went on the hunt for a spoon. The sounds she made were insignificant in the large mansion, the chance of anyone hearing her were slim to none.
Ororo settled at the table, pulled the lid off the ice cream and stuck her spoon inside. This had once been a ritual she had shared with Jean but with her friend the way she was now, this was now Ororo’s ritual and one she was indulging in alone.
She thought to Rogue, then to Logan and admittedly she spent more time thinking about him than she did about Rogue. A roll of her eyes accompanied the thoughts; honestly she was worse than a schoolgirl.
Besides there were more important things to worry about, like the fact she was supposed to speaking to the politicians soon enough. Campaigning for mutant rights but really that had always been Jean’s strength. Public speaking made Ororo nervous.
Inhaling a breath, Ororo closed her eyes and stroked her hands over the bundle of tangled nerves across the back of her neck and then she bowed her head towards her chest and just kept working on all those knots.
In less than three days she would be in Washington facing not only the President and the politicians but the cameras and the public, Goddess help her.