Title: Jealous of the Rain
Blitzø hates it when it rains.
Not because he hates getting wet or the fact that it gets dark or even the loud ass thunder that sometimes comes with it. He doesn’t mind that he’s forced to stay inside and wait it out either. And he knows it’s necessary or whatever, so he doesn’t have strong feelings for it as a thing that occasionally happens.
Stolas stands outside the balcony, head tilted up towards the sky with both sets of eyes closed. His arms outstretched, collecting droplets in his hands, and letting himself be drenched by the storm. A look of complete and utter peace on his features with a smile so genuine and pure to match.
He looks so full of life.
Stolad always does this anytime the weather turns. Just stands there and lets himself get soaked. Blitzø’s joked before that maybe Stolas is actually one of those plants he likes so much.
Which he also kinda hates. He makes sure to flip them off anytime he sees them, but maybe he needs to stop cause now everytime Stolas asks him to feed them, they’ve come a little close to biting his hands off.
The rain droplets make his feathers glisten so pretty. The way they glide down his body is so attractive, and that sight has definitely visited him in his dreams from time to time. The way his clothes cling to him and his feathers rustle in the wind. . .
He is a living art piece. Happy, content - ethereal, and beautiful.
A pit forms in his stomach at the sight, he finds himself longing and comparing himself stupidly. It’s embarrassing that even his hands clenches into fists. Like come on, the rain? Seriously? What beef can he have with literal water?
So what if he wants to be the reason Stolas is so at peace? So what if he wants it to be his fingers that glide all over his feathers? So what if he wants to be the one clinging onto him?
So what if he wants him to smile like that at him? Because of him?
The pit transforms into a burning sensation in his gut. His chest tightens with something so unbearable that he doesn’t feel his body swing off the bed, nor feel the cold floor beneath his feet as he makes his way outside. He doesn’t even feel the sudden drops on his skin as he closes the distance between them.
But what he does feel is the wet hand that he takes in his. The warm body that he wraps his arms around shortly after.
Stolas blinks his eyes open in surprise and tilts his head down to look at him.
His pupils appear for a moment, erratically moving, searching his own.
The softest of smiles graces his features - A look of pure and utter bliss. As if he were sunshine peeking out from behind the clouds. As if he were waiting for this exact thing to happen.
Stolas squeezes his hand and smiles.
They stand there like that, smiling at each other, enjoying the rain together.
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