storm & lex | the monastery gates
"I—no, I am not." Not anymore, at least. Storm had not seen the arithmetician (how peculiar!) for quite some time. His skills, perhaps, would not suffer too greatly from one shortened training session. And so he plopped down on the grass beside her. It was a familiar scenario, although Lex was not in any way comparable to his usual company.
(Unless, Storm considered with a stifled laugh, Lex was hiding a mischievous streak miles wide.)
"What brings you home so late, if I may ask?" he asked, raising his eyes to the sky. He caught the big dipper immediately; it was the only constellation, unfortunately, that he could identify.