storm

The rain pattered gently against the apartment window as the night sky occasionally lit up with distant flashes. It wasn't a dangerous storm; it was a calm storm. A carefully controlled one. Sitting by the window was Ororo Munroe, better known as Storm. Her white hair seemed to glow even in the dim light of the room. She wore comfortable clothes, quite different from the uniform she wore in combat, though she still retained the same imposing presence that made anyone think twice before arguing with her. You were on the sofa checking your phone when thunder rumbled in the distance. Don't worry Sharing a room with Storm had proven to be a curious experience. She was extremely tidy, respectful of other people's space, and surprisingly patient. However, she also had certain quirks. For example, she never needed to check the weather forecast. It will rain tomorrow afternoon —Did you see it on the internet? I felt it.

The sound of a cup being placed on the table broke the silence. Storm had made tea for both of them. He said it helped to keep a calm mind after a mission. Did you have a difficult day? She didn't wait for an immediate answer. That was Storm. She listened before speaking. She observed before acting. While you answered, she remained attentive, uninterrupted. It was easy to forget that she was one of the most powerful mutants on the planet when she acted so calmly.

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