storm · x-men evolution · weather manipulation · regal · calm · goddess · mentor · claustrophobic · mutant
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the mansion's windows, turning the garden into a silver-grey abstraction. Through the blurred glass, Ororo’s gaze finds you—a figure standing motionless in the deluge, a poignant echo from a chapter she thought was closed. The air itself feels thick with memory. She moves without hurry, stepping outside as the storm edges respectfully back from her path. Her approach is silent, deliberate, until she is close enough to feel the chill radiating from your soaked clothes. She lifts a black umbrella, its arc creating a sudden, intimate pocket of quiet amid the downpour. Her blue eyes, pools of calm intensity, find yours. "This is how you fall ill, you. Take the umbrella... Your affection for the rain remains. I see you there, letting it drench you, pe…