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Suit and Tie (closed| glitchexmachina)

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She didn’t know Tyson very well, only making casual conversation on rare occasions. Perhaps tonight would be another one. As a waiter passed offering flutes of champagne she helped herself. “Have you been here long?” she asked, falling back into old habits as she took a sip from her glass.

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Ororo frowned dramatically. “I think believe the have arsenic, but I’m afraid they are all out of morphica. Maybe next time.”

She glanced over to Loki, as if appraising how honest the trickster god was being. After a moment of silence she shrugged her shoulders then peered back down to her tumbler. “I’m tired,” she replied softly. “Of all the responsibilities. Sometimes, I want to feel free, but in all honesty I’m not sure if I even remember what that is, what it feels like.”

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Ororo felt as brief, small empathetic pang of pain for Thor.  She too felt the elements within her veins, understood the cause and affect that the atmosphere had on her feelings and vice versa.  It was her mutation, a part of who she was. Storm gave a stiff, nod of certainty. “Yes, I can control the weather on my own accord.” With just slight raise of of a palm the bolts began to diminish, shrinking in the sky.

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Cruel Summer (closed| deadxandxfriends)

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Ororo glanced over to Elizabeth as if suddenly snapping from her summer reverie before offering up a lop sided, single dimpled smirk. Her eyes caught on a bead of sweat that clung to the telepath’s collarbone, momentarily distracted before quickly quipping, “You English melt just looking at the sun.” In truth it was both the humidity and the heat bearing down on them today. Ororo could confirm it, but poking fun at her friend was too much fun to pass up the opportunity.

Ororo redirected the breeze, extending it to reach Betsy, causing just the subtle flutter of her violet tresses. “What kind of nasty thoughts? Like Thor in a speedo nasty, or the Blob covered in grease nasty?”

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libations and libidos (closed| deadpoolxandxfriends)

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So she was right, it was amazing. Despite what many may have thought she and Cable didn’t get that closely acquainted. Ororo took another sip slowly as she thought over Betsy’s words. Swallowing hard she repeated, “Demonstration?” Perhaps the wine had her muddled her mind. “What kind?”

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Helping Hands (closed| bluebxmfing)

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Ororo simply nodded, unable to say much, afraid a strained groan would form in place of words. She sucked in a sharp breath when she felt the salve make contact with the burn. A stinging sensation surged through her, a mild grimace marring her features briefly. Storm exhaled in a sigh. “Thank you.”

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Studying his motions momentarily it then dawned on her what the clone was gesturing to. “Oh,” Ororo muttered to herself, a bit embarrassed. Her tongue jutted out, quickly cleaning the corner of the small glob of mustard that just a moment before clung to it. “Thank you.”

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‘Til Death (arranged marriage au| myrkrtattur)

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Ororo’s mouth drew into a tight line with a stiff, comprehending nod. She was merely a debt owed. They were once a family of well means, but when her mother passed away her father had to take out a loan to keep his business afloat while tending to her funeral arrangements. The months passed, and interest increased whilst his savings dwindled.

She also understood what was expected of a ‘good wife’. Ororo was told her whole life to remain chaste, and soon she was expected to give herself to a man who bought her. Now, she stood before a man who was rumored to be the definition of a heathen. Her father hadn’t sold his soul to the devil, but perhaps his daughter to him. bitterly, she muttered, “I hope he at least made a profit off of me.”