Title: Autumn's Loss
Summary: Ororo finds herself dispirited when she receives no response to her call for love in Remy. When Remy finally does find courage within himself, Ororo's heart is lost in Autumn's cold.
Author's Notes: Just a quick story. Trying to overcome writer's block and get back into the writing mood.
Disclaimer: I do not own Storm, Gambit, or the X-Men alike. This is fan fiction; a fan's version of expression in which he/she wishes to portray character(s) aside from the creator's original concepts.
The story begins...
Autumn has quickly approached, and as the heat departs, so does every hope I have ever had of being loved. Being truly loved. My name is Ororo Munroe. I am a mutant with the ability to control the elements of nature, simply meaning I can control all the purity of the weather. Sadly, that is what people see me purely as --- a weather witch. Can they not realize that I am just as normal as they? Desiring the same affections and love that they throw to each other daily.
I felt that way about a certain Cajun once, Remy Lebeau. But I suppose it is just my destiny to go without the love of a spouse. Maybe I shall never feel that burning in my heart and that rush of excitement of someone kneeling to their knees, presenting me with a ring that would seal our love and us together, forever. Sometimes I would ride on the clouds, just dreaming of such an occurrence, hoping in my heart, and believing for the slightest bit that could be.
I cannot believe I feel so empty, so lonely, after telling Remy how I felt last week. It was a mellow setting, about an hour after dinner. I remember every little detail: that my hair was pinned up loosely, falling across my shoulders and back. That his red eyes were so intense and deep in thought when I placed my hand gently on his arm and then slipped it into his palm. That I was sure he felt the exact same way about me.
My words were not heavy or thought out when I said, "Remy, I love you and I need you." But his vacuous facial expression said it all. He did not understand what I meant, and furthermore did not feel the same way. I watched him for a long time, slowly taking my hand away from his as he refused to say any words. Finally, my legs were rushing with blood and before I knew it I was running off of the balcony where we once stood.
Now, I am here. Laying near the bank of the pond behind the Xavier's Mansion. Alone. My blue eyes seem to reflect the sadness of the water as I feel my heart trying to push the tears out of my eyes. But I don't allow it. Red eyes. Blue eyes. Red eyes? I turn around to see Remy behind me, standing with that vacuous facial expression again. Looking absolutely retarded, and I realize that was one of the expressions I used to admire. But now it seemed as if I loathed it with every breath I took, and finally I can't stand to look at his face anymore. I turn back towards the water, and I do not speak.
"Stormy," he begins, but before he can continue I turn around to face him with ferocity.
"Do not call me by that ridiculous name! If I were not trying to rest in this late hour you would be lightning bolt material right now!" I snap at him. I never did like the nickname 'Stormy', but when I realized my affection for Remy it became almost a pet name, and I enjoyed it. Now I do not.
"Ororo," he says, bending down and finally sitting on the grass. My eyes are still focused on him as he pulls grass from the ground and casually tosses it back down, "I'm sorry, chere. Remy did not know how to respond to you." Oh no! The foolish apology. How I despise the way he changes from first person to third person when he is speaking of himself. The grammatically incorrect fool! Yet, the sound of his voice soothes me. During the past week he avoided me, refused to speak in my presence. I would catch him flirting with Rogue, but I would not say anything. I would turn around and go the opposite direction before he even noticed I was there. "Remy not worthy of your beauty, Stormy. Remy not worthy of a goddess."
"Remy, I am not a goddess!" I said, and it rolls off my tongue. Finally, I was able to admit it to myself. I am not a goddess. "I am a normal woman with an extraordinary ability. You are so foolish, Remy! Perhaps you and Rogue are right for each other. Perhaps I should find myself someone else to love."
His eyes went to sadness on the approach of my last words. He scoots close to me on the ground. I turn away from him, looking back to the dark water where the moonlight reflected its glowing face and the leaves that fell made their gentle ripples. He finally spoke, "Like who, chere?"
"Remy, there is no one else I would rather love. But I suppose it is too late now. Despite how you feel for me now, I must admit I could never feel the same about you."
"But you have to Stormy!"
"Do not call me by that name!" I yell at him as I pick up myself with a gentle gust of wind beneath my body. Slowly, I make my way back towards the Institute and he refuses to get up and at least try to convince me.
The wind carries a mumble from his mouth to my ears as I step onto the patio, "I love you, Stormy. I need you..."
My heart aches. Deep within myself I feel the turbulence, and I know that within my heart I love him. But I refuse to turn around and admit it. Perhaps this yearning will depart from me some day. It does not look that way, though.
Summary: Ororo finds herself dispirited when she receives no response to her call for love in Remy. When Remy finally does find courage within himself, Ororo's heart is lost in Autumn's cold.
Author's Notes: Just a quick story. Trying to overcome writer's block and get back into the writing mood.
Disclaimer: I do not own Storm, Gambit, or the X-Men alike. This is fan fiction; a fan's version of expression in which he/she wishes to portray character(s) aside from the creator's original concepts.
The story begins...
Autumn has quickly approached, and as the heat departs, so does every hope I have ever had of being loved. Being truly loved. My name is Ororo Munroe. I am a mutant with the ability to control the elements of nature, simply meaning I can control all the purity of the weather. Sadly, that is what people see me purely as --- a weather witch. Can they not realize that I am just as normal as they? Desiring the same affections and love that they throw to each other daily.
I felt that way about a certain Cajun once, Remy Lebeau. But I suppose it is just my destiny to go without the love of a spouse. Maybe I shall never feel that burning in my heart and that rush of excitement of someone kneeling to their knees, presenting me with a ring that would seal our love and us together, forever. Sometimes I would ride on the clouds, just dreaming of such an occurrence, hoping in my heart, and believing for the slightest bit that could be.
I cannot believe I feel so empty, so lonely, after telling Remy how I felt last week. It was a mellow setting, about an hour after dinner. I remember every little detail: that my hair was pinned up loosely, falling across my shoulders and back. That his red eyes were so intense and deep in thought when I placed my hand gently on his arm and then slipped it into his palm. That I was sure he felt the exact same way about me.
My words were not heavy or thought out when I said, "Remy, I love you and I need you." But his vacuous facial expression said it all. He did not understand what I meant, and furthermore did not feel the same way. I watched him for a long time, slowly taking my hand away from his as he refused to say any words. Finally, my legs were rushing with blood and before I knew it I was running off of the balcony where we once stood.
Now, I am here. Laying near the bank of the pond behind the Xavier's Mansion. Alone. My blue eyes seem to reflect the sadness of the water as I feel my heart trying to push the tears out of my eyes. But I don't allow it. Red eyes. Blue eyes. Red eyes? I turn around to see Remy behind me, standing with that vacuous facial expression again. Looking absolutely retarded, and I realize that was one of the expressions I used to admire. But now it seemed as if I loathed it with every breath I took, and finally I can't stand to look at his face anymore. I turn back towards the water, and I do not speak.
"Stormy," he begins, but before he can continue I turn around to face him with ferocity.
"Do not call me by that ridiculous name! If I were not trying to rest in this late hour you would be lightning bolt material right now!" I snap at him. I never did like the nickname 'Stormy', but when I realized my affection for Remy it became almost a pet name, and I enjoyed it. Now I do not.
"Ororo," he says, bending down and finally sitting on the grass. My eyes are still focused on him as he pulls grass from the ground and casually tosses it back down, "I'm sorry, chere. Remy did not know how to respond to you." Oh no! The foolish apology. How I despise the way he changes from first person to third person when he is speaking of himself. The grammatically incorrect fool! Yet, the sound of his voice soothes me. During the past week he avoided me, refused to speak in my presence. I would catch him flirting with Rogue, but I would not say anything. I would turn around and go the opposite direction before he even noticed I was there. "Remy not worthy of your beauty, Stormy. Remy not worthy of a goddess."
"Remy, I am not a goddess!" I said, and it rolls off my tongue. Finally, I was able to admit it to myself. I am not a goddess. "I am a normal woman with an extraordinary ability. You are so foolish, Remy! Perhaps you and Rogue are right for each other. Perhaps I should find myself someone else to love."
His eyes went to sadness on the approach of my last words. He scoots close to me on the ground. I turn away from him, looking back to the dark water where the moonlight reflected its glowing face and the leaves that fell made their gentle ripples. He finally spoke, "Like who, chere?"
"Remy, there is no one else I would rather love. But I suppose it is too late now. Despite how you feel for me now, I must admit I could never feel the same about you."
"But you have to Stormy!"
"Do not call me by that name!" I yell at him as I pick up myself with a gentle gust of wind beneath my body. Slowly, I make my way back towards the Institute and he refuses to get up and at least try to convince me.
The wind carries a mumble from his mouth to my ears as I step onto the patio, "I love you, Stormy. I need you..."
My heart aches. Deep within myself I feel the turbulence, and I know that within my heart I love him. But I refuse to turn around and admit it. Perhaps this yearning will depart from me some day. It does not look that way, though.