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Ororo opened her eyes in her old attic loft at Xavier's. It had been a while since she'd been here, having only taken leave from her X-treme team when Jean hollered for her assist with new condemnable sentinels.
No wind. Everyday she would wake up, and find she couldn't revive part of her subconscious from its dream as it rode along with the winds, because that was where part of her always was. A part of her, lightly tethered to herself, that remained content pacing on the fluffy brims of clouds, springing back and forth, sticking her tongue out in the way of the rain. Like a balloon, refusing to come down wherever she herself went. Always tied to the skies.
But this morning the line was slack. The line lay on her bed sheet, trailed off on to the thatched floor, and end off in a bedraggled image of herself that had been deflated and dragged from the sky. A burden that she would now have to haul, instead of having it lead her as she bounded along on the earth, chasing it like a kite. There, on the floor next to her, like a dead bird.
She closed her eyes. She refused to open them, even, or maybe especially, when she heard Jean come in, rustle back and forth for a bit, and then finally decide to sit down instead of head back out.
"Ororo." she began, but Ororo turned her head towards her, opened her eyes and simply looked at her with her eyes half closed in a somnambulistic stare.
"I'm so sorry. Thank you. I'm very sorry." Jean couldn't decide which was better to be, apologetic that she cost her friend her life, as so it was, or thankful that Fate had cheated Ororo instead of herself.
Ororo continued to nonchalantly stare, her left arm limply hanging of the bed and her right holding up the sheets to her bare chest.
Jean looked outside the door, doubled back, then went away.
There was nothing left. Not even a hint of nothing, just nothing. She lifted up the hand that held the covers, stretching it out away from her, trying to see if maybe a wind would start to swirl around it, willing it sweetly, then threateningly, even egging it on and taunting it by pursing her lips and blowing at it, but absence; without anything; is the definition of nothing.
She refused to come down from her attic, refused to leave the door unlocked anymore and refused to move from where she lay on her bed. Ha, how audacious and ludicrous of her to think that starving herself would lure a stray cloud back. She wasn't even thinking about anything, not cursing Forge, cursing Jean, cursing Xavier, cursing sentinels, just wondering Where did all the wind go?
Where is all the light? Where is all the rain? Where are all the clouds? Where are all the rainbows?
No more rainbows, rainbow lady.
The pot of gold is an empty pot, you used up all the gold. There isn't any more.
Just one?
Just an empty pot.
No rainbow?
With it goes the rainbow. No more rainbows, rainbow lady.
Ororo stood up on her bed, and walked to the centre of the room, and stepped into the small square of light that shone onto her floor from the skylight above. She dragged her covers behind her, leading it along with her left index finger, and stark naked stood alone in the small square which was all that the sunlight had to give her. Just a small and lonely square, unassuming on the darkened floor.
Okay then.
She sat down in the square, letting go of the sheet that clung on to her finger, and reaching upward towards her sky light. She looked up, eyes small and glinting against the sun, and stretched her arm further so the light glanced off her ribs, reaching, waving her fingers about to try and touch something.
A helpless naked woman, reaching out into the sky, for
Nothing.
Ororo opened her eyes in her old attic loft at Xavier's. It had been a while since she'd been here, having only taken leave from her X-treme team when Jean hollered for her assist with new condemnable sentinels.
No wind. Everyday she would wake up, and find she couldn't revive part of her subconscious from its dream as it rode along with the winds, because that was where part of her always was. A part of her, lightly tethered to herself, that remained content pacing on the fluffy brims of clouds, springing back and forth, sticking her tongue out in the way of the rain. Like a balloon, refusing to come down wherever she herself went. Always tied to the skies.
But this morning the line was slack. The line lay on her bed sheet, trailed off on to the thatched floor, and end off in a bedraggled image of herself that had been deflated and dragged from the sky. A burden that she would now have to haul, instead of having it lead her as she bounded along on the earth, chasing it like a kite. There, on the floor next to her, like a dead bird.
She closed her eyes. She refused to open them, even, or maybe especially, when she heard Jean come in, rustle back and forth for a bit, and then finally decide to sit down instead of head back out.
"Ororo." she began, but Ororo turned her head towards her, opened her eyes and simply looked at her with her eyes half closed in a somnambulistic stare.
"I'm so sorry. Thank you. I'm very sorry." Jean couldn't decide which was better to be, apologetic that she cost her friend her life, as so it was, or thankful that Fate had cheated Ororo instead of herself.
Ororo continued to nonchalantly stare, her left arm limply hanging of the bed and her right holding up the sheets to her bare chest.
Jean looked outside the door, doubled back, then went away.
There was nothing left. Not even a hint of nothing, just nothing. She lifted up the hand that held the covers, stretching it out away from her, trying to see if maybe a wind would start to swirl around it, willing it sweetly, then threateningly, even egging it on and taunting it by pursing her lips and blowing at it, but absence; without anything; is the definition of nothing.
She refused to come down from her attic, refused to leave the door unlocked anymore and refused to move from where she lay on her bed. Ha, how audacious and ludicrous of her to think that starving herself would lure a stray cloud back. She wasn't even thinking about anything, not cursing Forge, cursing Jean, cursing Xavier, cursing sentinels, just wondering Where did all the wind go?
Where is all the light? Where is all the rain? Where are all the clouds? Where are all the rainbows?
No more rainbows, rainbow lady.
The pot of gold is an empty pot, you used up all the gold. There isn't any more.
Just one?
Just an empty pot.
No rainbow?
With it goes the rainbow. No more rainbows, rainbow lady.
Ororo stood up on her bed, and walked to the centre of the room, and stepped into the small square of light that shone onto her floor from the skylight above. She dragged her covers behind her, leading it along with her left index finger, and stark naked stood alone in the small square which was all that the sunlight had to give her. Just a small and lonely square, unassuming on the darkened floor.
Okay then.
She sat down in the square, letting go of the sheet that clung on to her finger, and reaching upward towards her sky light. She looked up, eyes small and glinting against the sun, and stretched her arm further so the light glanced off her ribs, reaching, waving her fingers about to try and touch something.
A helpless naked woman, reaching out into the sky, for
Nothing.