Rainy Day - Drabble
Ramsay sat quietly in the window sill, book perched in his lap, reading with a cup of tea sitting by his hip. Rain pattered softly against the window, a soft rhythmic sound. The world was peaceful. Well, almost. Theon sat snoring only a few feet from him in their bed.
The brown-haired man had woken up ridiculously early and had only recently fallen back asleep. Ramsay silently wondered how long he would rest before realizing it was raining.
The last time it had rained, Theon had all but pleaded for them to go out into the dreary weather and enjoy it -something he never asks for on sunny days- and Ramsay is too weak to deny him anything even if that means looks like a wet rat in the rain while Theon laughs and carries on through puddles and streams.
But for now, he snores loudly in bed, buried to his neck in soft blankets and items that smell like home, like Ramsay, and the dark-haired boy can read in peace. The rain isn’t meant to stop until well into the night, so he waits with a small smile for the other to notice.
