||[Jul. 22nd, 2004|11:09 am]
Written directly into this window for callmesyd, a Storm ficlet. Which seems to have ended up being as much about Kurt as about Storm. Sorry... ;)|
When it rains, it pours, and when it pours in the immediate area of Westchester, it's - at least part of the time - a good indication that Ororo Munroe's emotional state is not what you'd call happy.
It's been raining a lot - and heavily - since they came back from Alkali Lake, and Kurt is growing steadily more worried. He knows she has good reasons - hard to find better, although "better" isn't exactly the right word - to be unhappy, but it's been several weeks now, and he'd hoped things would be at least starting to get a little less... raw?
Perhaps allowing her to withdraw into her greenhouse for days at a time wasn't the right course of action, after all. Or perhaps it was at the time, but something else is called for now. That decision reached, Kurt 'ports up there before he can talk himself out of it.
He finds her in tears, once again, but that was no more than he had expected, given the weather. But this time he does not murmur an apology and quietly withdraw - instead, he approaches her tentatively, a hand outstretched to find her shoulder. She turns towards him, already automatically wiping away her tears and trying to muster a smile, and he shakes his head.
"No need for that. There is no shame in mourning."
That startles her, and for a moment he is afraid she'll bolt, make for the flying platform and out to ride the wind until she regains her composure. But that moment passes, and she crumples before his eyes, the dignified shield dropping for a while, and she allows herself to cry. He reaches out to hold her without a second thought, wrapping both arms and tail around her in a bid at comfort.
Eventually, her sobs quieten and stop, and the tears no longer flow. She moves back a little to look at him, eyes warm. "Thank you, Kurt."
He looks bashful, ducking his head. "It was what you needed", he answers simply.
They leave the place a little later, hand in hand, she now ready to begin rejoining the day-to-day life of the school. And as he passes a window and glances through, he sees that, for the first time in quite some time, the clouds are clearing and the sun is shining through. And he smiles, and sees it returned.