View Full Version : The Musings of a Goddess
09-03-2005, 07:53 PM
<blockquote> The clouds were her solace. Her place of peace, where she could go to freely to clear her head without having to worry about the thoughts that dared to slip through her mind as to why Logan hadn't made his way outside. He was just as confused as Jean had been, and Storm began to question his motives and if their relationship was something that could be had given his feelings for the red head telepath. Deep down inside, she just wanted to prevent herself from ever being hurt. She didn't want to endure on the path that Logan was taking her down and she knew what she had to do. She would break it off with him eventually. Soon. Perhaps the next time that she saw him. Gathering thunder clouds loomed about as Storm continued to soar through them like a bird flying free. Her hands had been expelled out at her sides as the winds that gathered around her to support her weight, pushed against her face causing those long ivory locks to dance about in the air like beautiful ballerina's on a Sunday Recital. In all truth she'd been scouting the Mansion grounds as well. It had become habit for her to do so, given the past that this place has suffered and what has recently happened with the Massachussette's Academy. Those poor kids, she couldn't help but wonder if they were alright. Or would be alright in the long run.
The faint sound of thunder reached her ears as she moved to redirect her flight towards the mansion roof. As the wind released her an inch or so from the roof, her feet came to bare contact with the ground, and as those clunky boots found a suitable ground to walk on, she let her hands fall to her sides. Ivory hair that had been rising within the air fell along her shoulders gradually, spilling along her back towards her ankles where they cut off at. She was really pondering getting a hair cut, a few inches taken off, but the chances of that actually happening were slim to none. Those milky white oculars of hers began to revert back to their normal color of crystalline blue, and when they did she turned her gaze in the direction of the ground where she pondered whether or not she should continue with her scouting. She needed to have a few words with Charles Xavier soon enough about her position with the X-Men in Scott's absence. She was the new team leader until his arrival back would take place, but then again this wouldn't be the first time the alleged field leader of the X-Men had left them, leaving Ororo in charge. She felt a need to keep the position for herself and if he should challenge for her, it would be something they could take up in the Danger Room. Whether this need to lead was a part of her needing to get her mind off of Logan. A recovering process in the making of starting, or whether it had been because she was angry with Scott for the way he'd done Jean had been anyone's guess. Storm just knew that there was too much going on.
A moment of breath escaped her lips as she turned her gaze towards the grey cloud filled sky. The weather tended to change with her emotions in her immediate vicinity and the heavens were obviously prepared to weep tears of sadness upon the land of Westchester at a moments notice, or in Ororo's case a moments thought because right now within her mind sat clouded emotions that she knew not of what to do with. Taking a moment to breath again, she closed her eyes and moved to take her seat upon the roof where she drew long legs up to her, letting her arms ease around them gradually. A single droplet of water fell from the sky, tainting the mocha colored flesh of the weather goddess and as she looked at it she looked up towards the sky once more. She loved the rain, she really did, and if it was in her nature -- in which it was, she could very well make it rain every day all day. But that would be if she was every bit of prepared to flood the city. With great power comes great responsibility. She knew that much, and she knew that as an X-men wearing her emotions on her sleeves wasn't an option, but the weather foretold otherwise. The weather was the key to knowing how Ororo usually felt. It told her story like any other book. If she was happy, the skies would be filled with a tranquility like no other. Soft gusts of wind, a beautiful gaseous ball of energy called the Sun beaming down brightly, bathign the land below with its warm rays.
If she had been sad, of course. There tended to be scattered showers. While light, yet wet all the same. If she was angry, there was nothing like nature's fury that was capable of being released from the heavens above. Thunderstorms. They were naturally scary things by themselves. Manipulated by one of the more powerful mutants on the planet? That was not something that would be a fun thing to be in the middle of. Especially if one was on the receiving end of that anger. It's why the weather goddess tended to keep her emotions bottled in. Not releasing them in the slightest because should that happen, she feared what she might do. There's one particular fear within her. And that's to loose control. She didn't ever want to go through doing that. It scared her more than one would know. As time peeled itself away around her, she knew that. She's been with the X-Men for years. She' sbeen with Charles Xavier for years, and never had she lost control to the point of not regaining it. Claustrophobia usually triggered her rage and ways to lose control. She would not start now. She had to be strong for her team, and she aws beginning to see that she wouldn't be able to if Logan kept her emotions constantly running at an all time high. Oh, she knew what she must do. It was a matter of just doing it, and not thinking about it.
Delicate fingers grazed themselves along her bare arms as she let her chest rise and fall gradually with another exasperated sigh. Pulling her arms from around her legs she moved to lean back on her hands, before she found herself pushing upwards to stand again. As more droplets of water began to spill from the heavens, she felt the dampness over take her, already beginning to drench the ivory locks of hair atop of her head. She felt the weight began to pull at them, and as she bit down on her lower lip she turned her gaze to the side to look downwards. A silent prayer to her goddess running through her mind to give her light on what she should do about the every day problems of the X-Men. The everyday problems that she suffered. Nothing would change, that's for sure. That goddess of hers would and will always show her the correct way. She was, indeed, like no other. </blockquote>
09-06-2005, 09:15 AM
The door opened with a slight creak and the man stepped out onto the gravel covered rooftop. He shut the door behind him before walking thoughtfully towards the edge of the roof, making an audible crunching sound as the gravel was squeezed beneath his boots. The man, of course, was the mutant that was often referred to as Logan. Between his fingers, he carried a cigar that had yet been lit, but it was obvious that he had come to the roof for the very reason of smoking it. At least, that is what he told any who asked on his way. Logan reached the edge of the rooftop, and leaned forward onto the railing that was there. Placing the cigar in his mouth, he reached to the pocket of his jeans, searching for a lighter. Logan sighed, taking the lighter out and simply holding it there, letting it roll across his fingers, staring at it as if it were hypnotizing him. After a brief moment, he glanced up towards the clouds, noticing the way they were gathering... as if there were a storm approaching. The breeze picked up slightly, causing strands of his hair to blow loose from their hold behind his ears, and Logan found himself deep in thought.
Jean. The gal that had been on his mind countless nights, ever since he had met her. Not long ago, Scott had left her high and dry... and for what? The girl, Emma? That had to be one reason. He had seen for himself, how Scott looked at that blonde. Then Scott leaves Jean, deciding that he would go along with Emma to aid the Gen X crew. That sounded fishy the first time he had heard it. It just didn't sit right. Scott is not necessarily needed in Alaska with Gen X. He just took that route to avoid the entire situation with Jean, and use it to get what he wanted... Emma. At least, that is what made sense, since Scott is a coward. That bastard. He never much cared for Slim in the first place, though he had come to respect him over time, thanks to countless missions that they had accomplished with one another. It only took one incident like this to wipe all of the respect that was built up away for good.
Then there was Ororo.
Just as the name of the goddess passed through his mind, a scent came through the air. The thunder rolled, breaking the silence that only comes before a storm begins. High above where the man stood, his keen eyes picked out a beautiful mutant that flew through the air. She was visible only once and again, but there she was.... shooting among the clouds. His eyes followed her flight path, catching her form as it became visible here and there. She moved so quickly and so gracefully, that Logan almost became entranced in her actions, much like he was just entranced by the rolling of his lighter. Ororo suddenly changed her flight path, directing herself towards the rooftop. Logan took a few steps back towards the door, ducking underneath the small extension of roofing that was there, hiding his presence from her sight as she passed over his head. Why did he do this? He did not know. Perhaps he was thinking of disappearing into the mansion, pretending like he never saw her. Leaning with his back against the door, his keen ears picked up the sound of her boots touching down on the rooftop. Slowly, as if referring back to a small child that was peeking in on something they were not supposed to be, Logan looked around the corner towards the Wind Rider.
Her back was to him for the moment, and her hair was still settling from the wind that had just carried her into the skies. She seemed to be full of burden, as he watched her look towards the sky. His gaze remained fixed on the goddess, however. Logan raised a hand up to the cigar that was in his mouth, taking it and setting it down on a small ledge that extended out fashionably from the wall. It was the perfect place to set a cigar. Perhaps he had sat one there before? He then took the lighter and placed it in his pocket, reverting his eyes back to the form of Ororo, who was now taking a seat on the ground. Since the woman was focused on the sky now, and he was basically in her blind spot, Logan took a silent step out from his hiding spot and then he stood there in silence, watching her . Rain began to come down. Slowly at first... but then it began to pick up slightly. It wasn't every day that he was able to just sit back and really look at Ororo... and it had been so long since he had. His countenance, which could send people running in terror at times, fell to show the gentle man that very few people knew him as.
He felt horrible now. Sure, Jean needed him. But in what way? As a friend, most of all... and she will always have that. She needs as many friends as she can get. Including Ororo. So, there is another reason for him to feel bad. But Ororo... she is the kind of girl that you can just look at and get "that feeling" in your stomach over. At least... he did. Did he feel that way towards Jean as well? Sometimes, surely. But when did he feel that way about Ororo? All the time? He would be no better than Scott if he turned his back on Ororo, that's for sure, and that is the last thing he wanted.
Logan shifted slightly, just as Ororo began to rise up from her sitting position. The rain was beginning to wet her hair, and in his opinion, intensify her beauty. He did not know what to say, for once. Perhaps he was scared to say anything, for the fear of saying the wrong thing. He should have come immediately outside with her when she requested it earlier, but being the stubborn ass that he was, he had to go to the kitchen instead. No, he was here now... and Ororo needed him. But who is to say that once Jean is alone in a room with him, he isn't convinced the other way? Logan shook that thought from his head.
"Hey 'Ro..." were the only words he could come up with at the moment, saying them as he stepped out from the entrance of the roof where he had been hiding. A small smile was on his face, and his brown eyes were fixed on Ororo's own blue ones. He knew that he had messed things up. Or that things were messed up. But he didn't want them to stay that way.
09-06-2005, 08:47 PM
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For a moment, Ororo thought her ears had been deceiving her with foot falls against the gravel of the roof. She made no notion to actually turn and see who it had been, because no one ever came to the roof besides her. There was Logan on occassion, but she figured he'd made his decision to remain on the inside instead of coming out to talk to her. He was taken out of the picture on who it could have been. It mattered not. Her focus were the skies, and the sorrow they held within. "Hey 'Ro..." That voice was a voice that she'd forever know no matter how hard she tried to forget. There wasn't many people that officially nicknamed her 'Ro'. Only Logan. The sound of his voice sent a small chill running along the base of her spine to the top and for a moment she felt her stomach lurch forward with a tightness that made her eyebrows furrow just slightly into a frown. Her beautiful crystalline blue gaze was slowly pulled from the sky and as she diverted her attention for the ground, she regathered her thoughts and turned completely so that she could let her eyes fall upon Logan's earth toned brown ones. The rivlets of water that traveled along her face and down to her shoulders, starting a path along her curves, had been something that might have felt like sweat to everyone else. Her shoulders rose gradually and fell solemnly and as she watched the feral mutant she could actually admit that she was at a loss of what to say to him. Where was she supposed tot ake this conversation? Did he come out here to talk? And if so, what did he want to talk about? She noticed the lit cigar within his grasp, so she figured he just wanted to smoke. That was it. He knew that Professor Xavier prohibited it from time to time with young mutants about.
"Logan," she began, her african accent thick in nature. Much more so due to a time well spent in Cairo, Egypt. "Nice of you to join me outside." Finally. Her thoughts finished her statement to him, and she was actually glad for a moment that he was not a telepath. The tone of her voice wouldn't be what one would call 'warm'. Not like the Ororo that everyone knew. Her tone held back the emotion she was feeling on the inside towards the man before her. The emotion she was currently releasing through the use of her powers over the weather. To many it wouldn't have seemed like that at all. It would have been the exact opposite. A normal storm. April showers bring May flowers. That was what the nursery rhyme foretold. There was so much held within her mind, so much that she wanted to say to Logan at this current moment but she didn't know what to say to him. What could she say to make him understand how she was feeling? Would he even be considerate to the fact that she felt as if Jean was imposing? That she was developing feelings for him again? Things had gone awry with Jean and Scott and now she had her sights set on Logan. For years Ororo has had to watch this tale tell event unfold before her eyes, and whens he realized her emotions for the feral mutant as he did her, there is one stipulation. Ororo's once best friend. She didn't feel like as best friend anymore. After the conversation in the living room how could anyone feel as if they had a best friend when Jean made it painfully obvious what her motives were?
"Things are not as they seem." She spoke once more, turning her attention back to the sky. As she turned her back to Logan, it was almost as if an invisible wind caused her ivory locks of hair to rise and dance along her shoulders gracefully. There was a faint glow to the outline of her cerulean blue pupils. As she closed those very eyes she brought her hands up to clasp together, placing them against the front of her chest. The sound of the rain had been beautiful as she listened carefully to it. The way it fell against the green, lush grass below. Her lips pursed a moment in thought, her eyebrows remaining pulled inwards in a frown. The only thing Storm could have possibly wanted was to be happy. She'd been skeptical of the union between her and Logan when it was first introduced to them both that they had feelings for each other. She didn't want to be hurt in the end. Storm didn't. She was afraid and after the promise that was made to her that she wouldn't? That only confirmed that she could confide in Logan. Depend on him as any woman did their man. But what was different now? There was another woman that wanted what she knew to be hers. Storm wasn't naturally posssessive, and she valued every friendship she had. Especially her friendship with Jean. She was prepared to break it off with Logan if that meant that she and Jean could keep their friendship, because she didn't want to hurt anyone. Especially not two of the more imortant people in her life.
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09-06-2005, 10:52 PM
He continued moving towards the woman slowly, almost as if he were being cautious when approaching her. But that gentle smile was still on his face, showing that he had no fear. In acknowledgement to her statement of "joining her outside," he also tacked on the word "finally" in his own mind. She did not have to say it verbally, for him to get the picture. He bowed his head slightly, diverting his eyes from her for only a moment towards the grounds below, as he approached the place where Ororo was standing. He looked over the estate as the rain fell down upon it, watching as any who were outside headed inward. When his eyes moved back to Ororo, he found that she was looking towards the sky again, with the rain falling gently down upon her face. He too, was beginning to get wet from the rainfall, and his long black hair which had grown considerably since the woman left for Cairo, began to mat down on his face.
"Things are not as they seem," the Wind Rider said, as the wind picked up slightly, rustling both of their hairs. Logan nodded in agreement, turning slightly so that his side rested against the railing of the roof, and then he rested his left elbow there. His body faced Ororo, and his look turned to concern. "Nothing is ever just as it seems." Logan finally replied after a few moments of watching the rain falling on Ro's face. He watched her eyes, trying to read what she was thinking, all the way up until the point that she closed them.
What was she thinking? What was going through her head right now? All of the pressures that came with leading the X-men. Is there something going on that he didn't know yet? Is that what she was talking about? Or was she just referring to the situation between herself, Jean, and himself? That was probably it. Was she having trouble thinking of what to say to him? For once, he was having that trouble when speaking to her. He really did not know what to say at the moment, to make everything better for her. Or did he?
As Ororo clasped her hands in front of her chest, Logan pushed himself back up from leaning on the railing, and reached out, attempting to cover her small hands with his much larger ones. "I know that there are a lot of things going through your mind at the moment, Ro... Not only with what Scott has left for you do deal with..." He paused there, trying to choose his words carefully. But let's face it.. he usually didn't. Ororo was the one that was always good with words... not him. ".. guess I'm just tryin' to say... I don't want things to be all messed up between us... and I know that me and Jean... well... we are close friends... it's been that way for a while... and despite what you may've heard... Jean and me are just that..." He said these words quietly to her, looking into her eyes, whether they be open or closed, the entire time.
09-07-2005, 06:06 PM
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"Nothing is ever just as it seems." Oh, he was right about that. She knew that something was wrong when she stepped off of the Blackbird from Cairo. She hadn't even had a chance to properly get some sleep, she was too excited about seeing Logan. Only to find him with Jean. Turning around so that her attention could be on Logan now, she watched him with a close look, drenched hair dancing along the front of her face. She'd need a shower no less, but it was no matter. What Ororo really wanted was for Logan to put himself in her shoes. What if she had been remotely caught with Forge? Everyone knew of the passion they shared so many years ago. It's like the passion that Logan and Jean have for one another, and deep down inside Logan knew that he still had feelings for Jean. He's had them for years where as Ororo simply watched in the background as things unfolded between them like a dramatic soap opera. It only became more and mor einteresting by the day which is what made Ororo think that a chance with her and Logan was rare. But here they were in the flesh. Together or as together as one couple can be and having troubles because of a past. It didn't bother Ororo that much persť, she was rather just disturbed by it. From the way that Logan looked at her, she could tell that he was confused. It was just a matter of seeing what he would say to her to try and make this situation better. To try and give her a reason not to break it off with him because that is what she was willing to let happen if it was going to make things easier on her heart.
When Logan reached out to cover her hands with hsi own larger ones, she glanced down at them and then looked to him. The stone hard look upon her face was something that was softening with each second until it was a faint frown that dared to dissipate. A bright flash of lightning tore through the sky, announcing a heavy clap of thunder that grew louder from the distance. When Logan began to speak however, the pitter patter of rain filled the silence when he didn't. "I know that there are a lot of things going through your mind at the moment, Ro... Not only with what Scott has left for you do deal with..." Oh Cyclops was a completely different story. She didn't like having to come back from a tiring time in Cairo to fall into the position of Leader because the Field Leader chose to leave and help out another. Emma Grace Frost at that. There was nothing about the slut that was graceful. That warranted another flash of lightning, but the thunder was faint as if warning Logan to not speak of Cyclops. ".. guess I'm just tryin' to say... I don't want things to be all messed up between us... and I know that me and Jean... well... we are close friends... it's been that way for a while... and despite what you may've heard... Jean and me are just that..." Close friends? Close friends?! She let her fingers ease between Logan's for a moment as she just tried her best to regather her thoughts before speaking. She would at least like to make logical sense.
"Close friends?" Ororo asked in a curious tone of voice as she watched Logan, her eyes never wavering from his. "Are you sure that's what Jean wants Logan?" She hit the nail on the head. "Because it sure doesn't seem that way to me. She made it obvious in the living room, and Simone did not help matters." Ororo felt her pull her hands from Logan's grasp and she moved to lace them over her toned stomach. Rubbing at each arm gradually as if trying to warm herself up, which really hadn't been the case, she turned so that her back was to him. Beautiful sapphire gaze redirected itself towards the ground below where she just watched. There was nothing mildly interesting down that way she just refused to let herself get emotional about the situation at hand. She didn't want that and she wouldn't allow that to happen if she could possibly help it. She had to be strong. She was a team leader now. The team leader of the X-Men and she wouldn't dare show a sign of weakness to any of them. Not even her man behind her. She had trouble doing that, an whether it was because of her result of growing up and worshipped as a Goddess in Africa could be anyone's guess. Many factors played themselves in Ororo's up bringing. Everything that happened with her foretold of another chapter. This was no different.
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09-07-2005, 11:27 PM
"Close friends? Are you sure that's what Jean wants, Logan?" Logan exhaled slowly in a long sigh, which was probably more visible that it was audible. His shoulders fell slightly as he did this. As her beautiful blues looked towards him, his eyes slowly fell away from her face, moving idly downwards until they looked into nothingness. "Because it sure doesn't seem that way to me. She made it obvious in the living room, and Simone did not help matters." He heard her, loud and clear. And he also felt it deep inside, somehow, when the woman pulled her hands from his grasp. This caused the man to glance upwards towards her briefly, until she turned her back towards him. Once again, his gaze moved downwards. An awkward silence sat there, as the ran pitter-pattered around them. The tink-tink-tink of water flowing down a nearby gutter was the most prominent noise, as least to his sensitive ears.
She was so right, however. The one forbidden fruit that he had wanted for so long... now seemed to be offering itself to him willfully. Of course, this "fruit" being Jean. He had even struggled to resist it, that day when they had kissed. Perhaps he was just lonely? He never knew exactly when Ororo would return... or if she would return... Sure, they got the occasional phone call. Keyword being, "they." Ro would call the mansion. Sure, if Logan was there, he would have a brief chat with her. But how often was that? He was usually busy, living out his own life... then Jean and her problems came along. Ororo was gone for an unknown time and he had no guarantee of what their status would be like when she returned. Again.... if she returned. So yea. Perhaps he let his feelings for Jean unfold. But now... with Ororo back.
"She did." He said after just a moment. But that moment seemed as if it had lasted an eternity. So he agreed with her. Jean did seem to make her intentions clear. But... like Scott... how could he be sure that is such a stable place to be? In the arms of Jean, that is. How long would it be before she lost control again... or... God only knows what else. However, here with Ororo... that was something that had always been constant, save for this past year that she was gone. Perhaps that is just what it boils down to, simply. After another brief pause, he spoke again. "I ain't goin' to lie to you... You mean..." What?... Logan finally raised his eyes back up to her. He now looked at her back. This, actually... was somewhat easier. Perhaps he could just say what he needed to say, and somehow feel like she wasn't fully there. Just say it.
"...you mean everything to me... Things were going so well. Then you left... and that seems like such a long time ago, now... When Slim left Jean, she was... well, I dunno... but she really needed a friend... and I'm not sayin' I'm a perfect person, you know that better than anyone." Logan continued on. Perhaps he was beginning to ramble about things he shouldn't just up and say... but he continued on anyways. The rain poured down. "...Jean and me.. well, we just lost our heads. At least, I did... She was lonely... I was lonely... And it's no secret that I used to have a thing for her..." Used to? "...but I suppose I messed up and I didn't help the situation, and we got kind of close these past few weeks. Now you're suddenly back, and all of these feelings are flooding back at me from this direction, as well... There's no doubt that I.. well, I love you, girl... It's just that I was hit in a weak spot by Jean... and now I don't know what I should do..."
09-12-2005, 08:58 PM
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<table width="417" height="305" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-image:url(http://misusedmayhem.com/test/stormtable.jpg);background-repeat:no-repeat"><tr><td width="405" align="right"><br/><br/><div style="width:150px;height:180px;overflow:auto;filter:chro ma(color=#BFB0BE);scrollbar-face-color:#202020;scrollbar-arrow-color:#BFB0BE;scrollbar-track-color:#BFB0BE;scrollbar-shadow-color:#66A3C7;scrollbar-highlight-color:#BFB0BE;scrollbar-3dlight-color:#BFB0BE;scrollbar-darkshadow-Color:#BFB0BE"><p align="left"><span style="color:#000000">That sigh that Logan made after Storm proved a point to him didn't go unheard of. She knew what it possibly sounded like, but she saw it more than anything. The uprising of his chest and shoulders. It only made her shake her head back and forth gradually, a rivlet of water spilling along the side of her face gradually. Making a trajectory path along her mocha colored flesh. Gusts of wind rose gradually as it seemed to push the rain against her frame a bit harder than before. It wasn't raining hard at all, but the wind was making sure that each tear that the heavens poured down upon the Earth was hitting it hard and painting the sidewalks, streets, and structures with a beauty that it only knew of. There was a silence that had risen between them and it was something that slightly annoyed Ororo. More than he cared to admit to right now. She didn't like the uncomfortable feeling of them fighting. Being at odds because of the others around them. She only wanted them to be happy, at least a little, without having to worry about friends driving a wedge between them. Ororo couldn't exactly put her finger on it, but in the end she faulted Phoenix. Not Jean Grey. Jean was still possessed and Ororo couldn't say that she liked it in the slightest. She knew for a fact, however, that Jean was clad in Dark Phoenix garb which disturbed her just slightly. She wouldn't say anything about it right now however. There was no need.
Ororo's mind had still been filled with thoughts of what was to come between her and Logan. Was he ready to put Jean to the side. To leave the forbidden fruit that he craved alone, and start anew with her? To try and build something that was equivalent to the love and bond that Jean and Scott Summers had built? Was he ready to possibly do that? -Could- he do that? He had a history with his fair share of women, but he was no Gambit that's for sure. Logan was a loner and Ororo was not sure if he could fully accept the fact that she was ready to commit herself to him but not if something like this was just going to rise up and happen. Ororo knew that her heart couldn't take it. It sank when she arrived from Cairo, Egypt. She was expected to be greeted with warmth. From both Jean and Logan. Not hostility, agression and negativity. It was disturbing to her and all she wanted was for it to all be over. That's all there was to it. "She did." There was a silence afterwards and she looked back to him, using her hands to tug back strands of ivory hair. She only watched him for a few seconds, her sapphire blue eyes lingering upon his own dark ones. "I ain't goin' to lie to you... You mean..." She means what? She didn't know but she wasn't going to begin to ask him. She was going to let him talk. Let him endure expressing to her how he felt.
"...you mean everything to me... Things were going so well. Then you left... and that seems like such a long time ago, now... When Slim left Jean, she was... well, I dunno... but she really needed a friend... and I'm not sayin' I'm a perfect person, you know that better than anyone." She was needy? Felt the urge to want to dip her fingers into Ororo's cookie jar, and take her prized treat? That was what she wanted to say but she knew that jealousy would have been out of context for her. "...Jean and me.. well, we just lost our heads. At least, I did... She was lonely... I was lonely... And it's no secret that I used to have a thing for her..." Used to? "...but I suppose I messed up and I didn't help the situation, and we got kind of close these past few weeks. Now you're suddenly back, and all of these feelings are flooding back at me from this direction, as well... There's no doubt that I.. well, I love you, girl... It's just that I was hit in a weak spot by Jean... and now I don't know what I should do..." She scoffed a moment at his words as he spoke them and rolled her eyes gradually. She didnt' want to hear that. But he did say that he loved her and that made her look at him. But how can you love someone and lose yourself in another woman. It just didn't make sense to her. Ororo has only had one lover in her life. Forge. She loved him dearly and they were to even be married and yet it didn't happen due to him rejecting her. He, taking Jean Grey's words the wrong way.
"I do not understand how you can look at me and say that you love me, and yet you lost yourself in another woman." She spoke in a soft african tone of voice, never rising above a bare whisper that was carried on yet another gust of wind that caused her ankle length ivory hair to rise and dance along her shoulder. There was a sharp flash of lightning that tore through the sky yet again, and a soft rumble of thunder that soon followed. "I suppose it's to be expected, Logan. I couldn't ask you to wait on me forever." But she would have waited on him. She didn't give herself to anyone in Cairo, Egypt because she loved Logan. Loved him dearly. Confusion was the state and tone of her voice and as she turned her sapphire blue hues to lock with his own once more she only let him see the slight hurt in her eyes, the slight confusion, and the need to want ot be back on the right track. Whether the Goddess allowed it to be him or another. Turning her gaze away from him she sighed faintly and shook her head back and forth. "I assumed that you would have, however." The words fell from her lips softer than before, as she finished her statement from before. Logan was a kindred spirit. Free to roam and do as he pleased. She diverted her blue eyes towards the ground and right now she was ready to just fly off. Lose herself in the wind and rain. It was beckoning her, and as she glanced up towards the sky she saw the thick clouds that have gathered in one place not daring to move one inch.
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09-16-2005, 09:17 AM
"I do not understand how you can look at me and say that you love me, and yet you lost yourself in another woman." Ororo said, just before another flash of lightning lit the sky. It was not night, yet it was dark due to the storm. '"I suppose it's to be expected, Logan. I couldn't ask you to wait on me forever." The woman looked at him then and he almost lost himself. She reminded him so much of another love that he had in the past, long ago. His mouth opened slightly, as if he were about to speak, but Ororo beat him to it by continuing her statement. ""I assumed that you would have, however."
This caused Logan to hang his head down. He really felt ashamed, and perhaps he should. Ororo spoke the truth. A man couldn't love two people at once. He would love one more than the other, always. In this case, Logan did love two people. But which one did he love more? It wasn't something he could stop... his love for both. But there was the fact that he loved one more...
His eyes slowly raised back up to the woman before him. "Sorry that I've made ya feel like this, 'Ro..." He didn't know what else to say. He had made her feel horrible, which in turn, had made him feel horrible. "Look 'Ro.. I'm not saying that I haven't..."
"~X-Men, Magneto is attacking Washington DC. Drop what you are doing and meet me in the War Room. You have two minutes.~
Logan's sentence was finished only with a slow exhale. Another sigh. "That sounds pretty..." Yet his sentence was interrupted again. A loud screeching sounded throughout the air, causing Logan to shut his eyes and raise his hands up to his sensitive ears. The rooftop shook as the Phoenix made it's way out of Xavier's office, and Logan snarled, suspecting immediately that the battle may have been right at his doorstep. His eyes opened, only to see the Phoenix disappearing into the clouds in flames.
He knew, somehow, that she had to be heading towards D.C. . Logan's eyes went wild and his jaw clenched, exposing his slightly oversized canines. He was now upset... at what? The Phoenix. It was controlling Jean, making her become something that she was not. Jean was... Jean was heading towards D.C. alone! Not exactly thinking of Ororo at the moment, Logan suddenly took up a sprint and ran towards the edge of the roof that he had just seen the Phoenix fly past. As he approached the ledge, he jumped forward, placing one hand on the railing, throwing himself over.
Logan fell through the air, landing on his feet a few stories below the roof. He went to a squatting position from the impact, but immediately leapt forward into the giant hole that the Phoenix had created. He found himself in Xavier's office, but with his next leap, he was in the hallway of the school. Logan stopped there for only a moment, gathering himself, before he continued to run down the hallway to the very elevator that Xavier had just taken down below. From the time that the Phoenix had busted out of the office until the moment that Logan arrived in front of the elevator could not have been more than thirty seconds. The elevator opened as if expecting him, and the Wolverine entered. Going down.
(Continued on ATTENTION: All who will be involved in the D.C. Battle... )
09-16-2005, 08:01 PM
<blockquote> Logan could not say anything which only told Ororo Munroe that she had made a valid point. A man could not love two women at the same time. One was bound to get hurt and jealousy was sure to be an option. Logan couldn't have his cake and eat it too. It just wouldn't work like that. She knew this much. As she turned her back to him completely she knew that before she got emotional about everything that was happening at hand she did not need to see him. In fact, she was almost wishing that something would come up so that she could not have to deal with him and his feelings for Jean which was currently ripping her heart to shreds on the inside. Sorry that I've made ya feel like this, 'Ro..." Again, did he think that Sorry would simply fix it? It wouldn't. "Look 'Ro.. I'm not saying that I haven't..." And then it happened. It was almost as if Storm's wish came true. Charles Xavier's voice rang in her head loud and clear as he summoned his prized X-Men to fight for him. to come to the War Room where they would be needed for a briefing. Storm made no sudden movements to turn at all. None at all. That sounds pretty..." Then there came a loud screeching in which Ororo knew all too well. The call of the Phoenix Force as it roared to life from inside the mansion obviously. As the sound of glass shattering, obviously coming from Charles' Xaviers office, reached her ears she saw the Phoenix take to the skies and towards what could have possibly been Washington DC where Magneto had been attacking.
Foolish. Came the instant thought as she watched Jean Grey depart without the other team members. She turned her head side long to see Logan's expression to Jean leaving and he didn't have to say anything. His words said it all and that was enough to cut her heart in half. Again. When he took off into a sprint not really saying anything else to her she turned her gaze back towards the front leaving her back to the door that led onto the roof. This was not her day. This was not a good day at alla nd she felt like it could only get worse. Her blue eyes narrowed gradually as the faint glow that was surrounding them dissipated all together. The storm that she was brewing seemed to change like no other and as the grayness of the clouds left her, the sun would have reappeared. A sign that something had to have happened with in Ororo. She knew what she had to do where Logan and Jean was concerned. She had to put up her barriers that she had before she met Logan. After Forge had left he. There would be no one to get close to her heart, and so long as Logan felt as if he should play these games with her he would never be close to her heart again she'd make sure of it. Feeling her eyes grow slightly cold from the the thought she shook her head back and forth, ivory locks dancing along her shoulders gradually. After a moment of silence, she moved to let the winds pluck her frame from the roof to carry her towards the front door of the mansion. She needed head to the sub levels.
Upon reaching the front door, the winds releasing her gently, she moved to head upon the inside of the mansion and make her way towards the elevator that led to teh subbasement levels of the mansion. Right after Logan of course. It might have taken her a bit longer to get there however, given she was making brisk pace but was not in an excessive hurry. She only hoped her team was ready to be briefed so they can depart. She'd obviously be the one piloting the Blackbird, in which could have been best. Should there be any airborne trouble on the way there she could use her powers to make sure they were free of it so that they could land and prevent Magneto from doing any more damage than he already has started. That's of course, if Jean Grey does not beat them to it.
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