Nyra Munroe, older sister of Ororo Munroe aka. Storm. Nyra has stayed out of the limelight for the most part but when he sister informs her of an amazing opportunity at Xavier's school...how can she say no?
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𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪
I sigh out of pure agitation at the sound of someone approaching. I don't have to turn around to know it's Storm's sister, the scent of her body spray giving her away in an instant. "Didn't get the memo huh?" I question, puffs of smoke leaving from between my lips as I speak. She chuckles as she carefully walks across the forest floor.
"There was a memo?" Her voice is laced with sarcasm, not that I care. She finally walks around the tree, standing in front of me. She looks down at me with a kind smile that she continues to waste on me.
"Yeah, leave me alone,"
Rather than walking off like any sane person, she crouches down, getting down to my level. "You know smoking is bad for you?" She questions with a tilt of her head, the mischievous glint in her eyes telling me she's not going anywhere.
"Don't you have students to counsel?" I inquire, not in the mood for her joyous spirits.
"I'm a counsellor for the professors as well you know? Such as yourself,"
"I don't need counselling," Lie. A gigantic lie in fact. Everyone in this god-forsaken school needs counselling.
"Hah! Everyone here needs counselling. I think every mutant needs counselling, to be honest," She carefully sits down, her hands fiddling with the tufts of grass next to her. "Especially you,"
I don't respond, instead allowing silence to fall over the space around us. Not that she seems to mind. I watch as she tilts her head up, looking into the trees above our heads. Despite her invading my personal privacy that I treasure so dearly, I don't despise her being here. She just seems too pure for my liking. That is till I allow my eyes to scale over her body. A few tattoos littering her tan skin. A birthday in roman numerals, I assume it's Storm's. On her shoulder blade lies a quote "This pain will protect you," So she's not as pure as she appears.
"I can feel you analyzing me," Her voice snaps me out of scrutinizing, our eyes meeting. "Feel free to ask about my tattoos or my scars,"
"Is the birthday Storm's?" I question, bringing my cigar back to my lips and taking a long inhale, allowing the smoke to fill my lungs before exhaling.
"Yeah. She has mine on the back of her shoulder,"
"How many do you have?"
She pauses for a moment, counting out in her head. "Seven," I raise my eyebrows in slight surprise but quickly regain my stoic composure.
"I only see three," I comment, having just noticed the one on her ankle. A small heart with an arrow through it.
A sinful smirk makes its way to her lips before she speaks. "The other four are in places only certain people get to see or if I'm wearing a bikini," I knew what she meant and for some reason, I want to be one of those certain people or see her in a bikini, either or. "So, Jean Grey huh?"
