|"You need to sleep sometime."
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Ororo signed, and pulled the blanket down from her shoulders before she twisted around on her spot on the couch to look as Alison. There were scattered papers on the floor next to the couch, papers that she’s been staring at for hours. There was very little that Ororo hated more than grading and paperwork.
"I need to complete these transfer files." The amount of new students there were getting was insane.
|"Energetic are we?"
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Of course she was! It wasn’t everyday that Ororo just took a breath and let everything go. Usually she’s just so tight, emotions always under a tight control. She’s lost control before, and it’s never ended up well.
But this time it was okay! She was in complete control of everything. She felt everything. The freezing winds in the arctic, the heated grains of sand in the Sahara. The burning explosions of the sun.
And Goddess, does she love it.
"Why not?" She asked, and spun around the face him, eyes glowing with power, with unparalleled potential. The smile she wore would have blinded even the brightest of stars. Was this what true gods felt like?
The welcoming smile, how Ororo relaxed instead of becoming automatically tense and distant, it smoothed out the near-constant annoyance Logan had been nursing since he’d wound up here. He didn’t like how secretive and twitchy everyone was being, though he understood it. No one seemed to grasp that he didn’t want to change anything. The fate of the universe had been put in Logan’s hands once before, the very course of humanity, and he’d turned it down with a swipe of his claws. This wasn’t any different.
Unless the world had gone crazy, he was going to leave it alone.
Ororo was a welcome sight, though. He’d missed having someone be glad to see him. While this might not be his time, he was still and X-Man and it’d never been the place that made 1407 Graymalkin Lane home.
Taking another drag on his cigar, Logan drank in Ororo’s features, drawing comfort from their familiarity. Older, and even more confident than she had ever been, but still Ororo. It was a soothing balm. Logan nodded, then, and his gaze slid to the winter-blanketed landscape. “Yeah. Me, too.”
At the question, he snorted. Adjusting. “Haven’t killed anybody yet,” he said dryly. “Been thinkin’ about bunking in a tree to get away from noise, though.” Losing himself in the woods because he was losing his mind in the Mansion — talk about coming full circle. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Logan shrugged. “I’m fine, ‘Ro. Tired an’ on edge, but fine.” He glanced at her. “You?”
Her fingers itched to reach out and take the cigar from him and toss it into the snow, She was able to draw comfort from it though. The awful smell brought back memories of things she hasn’t thought about in a long time. She hadn’t seen Logan smoke in a while, maybe she should get him some? Just to congratulate him for making it through the school year.
Of course, he did still have his Whisky.
When the bamf’s weren’t stealing it from him.
She watched as Logan glanced away from her. She knows this snow covered landscape well. The weather witch loved her seasons, and after experiencing them year and year in New York. Ororo loved snow, loved creating it, loved playing in it, loved watching it fall. It was relaxing. But she also enjoyed the sun, especially in the winter time.
While Logan looked away from here, Ororo craned her head up into the sun. She closed her eyes and remembered Yukio, remembered dancing, and crime fighting, and fun. Goddess look after her. She was brought back from her thoughts when Logan snorted.
Haven’t killed anyone yet, a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and after fighting with the notion to grin, she finally gave up. It will always be nice knowing that some things won’t change. “I’m sure that Henry has a couple of sound proof bedrooms we could lend you.” All of the staff rooms were thankfully soundproof, but she wasn’t sure if they had any to spare.
"I hope you’re thrilled to know that that won’t change," her tone was light, and matched the the grin she was wearing. "Also fine," she pulled her hands from her pockets and crossed her arms, while she regarded him carefully. How much was okay to say?
"How much do you know?"
I have respected you as to not bring up sore spots. Do the same.
[Both of her eyebrows shot up sky. She stood shook still otherwise.]
"What did you ask me?"
[She spoke through tight teeth, and suddenly her features softened, and she took a steady step towards him.]
“What did you ask me, T’Challa, after our divorce?”
I haven’t stopped laughing at this.
XD Wanna know who this is?
oh god above please tell me.
"A good choice— Nana Bella is amazingly open minded, but I don’t know how she’d handle the Danger Room." She followed Ororo into the locker room, a welcome sight as she stripped off her X-uniform and started the shower. "She would probably want to give it a try herself." The idea of her sixty-nine year old grandmother giving the Danger Room a nod of approval wasn’t so far out of the ordinary.
"It’s been quiet on the anti-mutant front, too, surprisingly," Alison said over the rush of water as she started lathering her hair. She stood on tip-toe to shout over the wall that divided the locker room from the showers. "I hate to sound so pessimistic, but— I keep waiting for the next non-Quire related riot to crop up somewhere in Greenwich. Occupy the X-gene." There was a subtle, acidic bite to Alison’s tone as she spoke, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, totally starved." she answered, padding out again once she was dried off and dressed in civvies, damp hair being buffeted around with the towel. "What are you in the mood for?"
Ororo walked with Alison into the locker rooms, hands deep in her pockets as she followed the blond into the room. She laughed, while she tried in envision giving Alison’s grandmother a tour. The world was a lot more accepting now, but with the mess of the Phoenix Five, things were still hard on all of them.
She shoved a hand through her remaining hair and closed her eyes. She pinched the muscles at the back of her neck and closed her eyes. Thank the goddess, for that. She dropped her hand and leaned against the rows of lockers, eyes on her shoes as Alison showered. “I should learn to enjoy these blessing while they last.”
She laughed, because surprisingly Quire had calmed down at the school. He was still a pain in the ass, but at least he wasn’t causing any riots. While he was getting the kind of attention he didn’t want, he was getting enough attention to keep him from doing anything overly dramatic. “I would rather deal with Scott has the Phoenix again than that headache,” Ororo said over the sound of Alison’s shower.
The was turned off, and a moment later, Alison stepped out. It was always so easy to fall back into hold routines. She glanced at Ali and pushed herself of the lockers to allow Alison the room she needed to get dressed. “Something greasy,” she answered with a wide grin.
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Midgard, Thor had found, was full of surprises. He still had much to learn and to catch up on-in his visits to the realm, the thunderer hadn’t exactly had the time of means to delve into Midgard’s history and see how the people, and the realm itself, had changed. Now that he was staying on Earth indefinitely, Thor had more time for such things. Despite his friend teasing, Anthony had been kind in letting Thor come to the lab on occasion (though he could only watch from outside the glass), and in having Jarvis accessible for Thor to speak with.
He had sought the company of the good Captain a few times, but there was still some disconnect between them. Yes, Steve was also out of place in the modern world. But it was something at least familiar to him; many things of the world were less of a shock and more a projection of the past than they were for Thor. The others, but especially Jane, seemed rather in tune with this, and did offer bits of help whenever they could. As much as Thor appreciated it, he still itched for his own exploration-he wanted to go out and see his protectorate himself. It did not matter the looks he got; the awe, the fear, the curling of lips. Protecting these lives was a duty that Thor was glad to take on.
The people of Earth may have abandoned the Aesir, but Thor would not abandon them.
Plus, Earth had one thing which was rare on Asgard-snow. It was different from the bitter cold that came on Jotunheim-winter in Midgard was, in a way, beautiful. Snow could be gentle or fierce; it held a great beauty and great terror that could only be born of the skies.
As he walked, the thunderer held a hand out in front of him in an attempt to catch some flakes. He recalled learning of snow as a child, and he had learned that not two flakes of snow were exactly the same. His skin was too warm, and the flakes melted as they landed on his palm, but he hoped to get a glimpse of their beauty.
His distraction almost led him to bump into one of the mortals. At least he caught himself before any crash, though he couldn’t contain a chuckle. “Pardon my sudden intrusion in your space. It seems I was a little distracted. Snow is still so foreign to me.” He glanced to the displays in the front window of the store they were standing near, and he smiled. “Is that a color you admire?”
The dress in the window was breath taking. It was a pale blue, and the fabric looked as soft as the clouds. She wanted it almost instantly, but want wasn’t a reason enough to buy it. Thank the goddess that Jean wasn’t around to encourage her spending. A stab of anger and sorrow shot through her chest, and Ororo had to swallow the emotion. Adjusting hadn’t been easy, and she was angry at herself for being unable to adapt as fast as she used to.
So maybe she should buy the dress, as a reward for all of the exhausting work she’s been doing? It was irrational and irresponsible. She had other things to worry about, other things to spend her money on. Like food and school supplies, and taxes. Oh help her, running the school was going to put her into an early grave.
When did she turn into Scott Summers?
The weather witch pushed those thoughts aside. The funerals had been months ago, and Logan had left only a week ago. She had to accept that she was, aside from Hank and the recent graduates, alone. She turned to keep walking, there was a vendor a couple blooks away, maybe she’d pick up an over priced hotdog. When she turned she came face to face with a very wide set of shoulders. With her lips pressed together, and a little bit annoyed, she glanced.
And her annoyance evaporated immediately. Of course she knew who Thor was. Ororo did watch the news, even though a majority of it provided background noise while she was staying up to pour her energy into paper work and papers to grade. She glanced back at the dress quickly before her eyes turned back to Thor.
She suddenly realized of what he had first said. That snow was still knew to him. The smile she flashed him was geniune, because Ororo could still remember the first time she had encountered snow. It didn’t even feel that long ago. He asked about the color of the dress, so she wans’t going to linger to long on the thought that they might not have snow in Asgard.
"It is," she answered, eyes focusing on his profile. Either she wondered to far away from the Mansion of Thor was lost. She held out her hand for him. "I’m Ororo."