Whispers

 
 

thunder rolls at her command

Burning red eyes darken intently. He stares at her, his face a mask of stone.

"What is it?" Ororo asks. She reaches up her hand to stroke his cheek, but he shakes his head away, eyes falling to the cold, wet pavement.

The skies renew their torrent. She chides herself for losing control and steadies nature to a light drizzle. Then she returns her attention firmly to Remy.
 


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