RoLo and The Power of Stillness

They fight - oh boy, do they fight. They flirt - their sexual chemistry is off the charts. They sizzle - Storm #3, that scene in the rain… do I even need to say more?

But some of their most unforgettable moments aren’t built on witty banter or smoldering tension. They’re carved out in the quiet.

Because Logan doesn’t talk much. He’s not the grand-gesture type. His love language is presence - steady, unflinching, always close.

And Ororo? She doesn’t need declarations. His presence grounds her. With him, she can simply be Ororo - the woman. Not Storm the goddess. Not the mutant hero. Not the X-Men leader or Avenger. Just her.

It’s in the way he finds her after a mission, blood still drying on his knuckles, and just sits beside her without a word. Sometimes he lights a cigar. Sometimes he just breathes. She drops the goddess persona when he’s near - and she exhales. As if her body already knows: with Logan, she can finally be at peace.

And on nights when neither of them can sleep - when the nightmares won’t let go - it’s his knock on the door that steadies her pulse. He doesn’t ask what’s wrong. Doesn’t offer advice. He just… stays.

A quiet body beside hers. Warmth without pressure. Safety without demands.

It’s her scent that chases away his demons. It’s her arms that offer him shelter from the darkness. It’s her body that quiets the beast inside him.

She’s his calm in the storm. He’s her shelter in the chaos.

And sometimes… love doesn’t roar. Sometimes it barely whispers.

But in that silence - between the thunder and the heartbeat - it’s undeniable.