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Stares intently at the words I've been writing all night for our thread Man, I made you wait 5ever for this crap??? Goes back and re-writes it
The storm rolled angrily overhead the complex, the wind toying with Lydia's moon colored drape as she sat along the large windowsill in her bedroom. The rain was pattering at an angle that only left a few droplets sticking to her light skin, knees pulled in close to her chest with her wrists linked, watching carefully as the shaded clouds overhead shifted. She remembered catching a brief snippet of the weather report earlier, surprisingly so given she didn't much pay attention to that or the local news – and the storm was expected to last through a majority of the night. Right now it was only just brewing, and she couldn't help but to find the devastating lighting of her surroundings breathtaking.
There was thunder rippling off in the distance, leaving flits of light outlining every curve of the clouds before it reverberated against the bricked building. The dimmed lamp lit at her bed stand gave a brief flicker, only catching her attention for a moment before it buzzed quietly back to life. Unfortunately, the area they lived in's power lines had a knack for cutting out with even the gentlest of disrupts in weather. It only took a few minutes for the light outdoors to almost fully dissipate, covered now with a thick layer of black, cueing her to slip in from the window – though she still left it cracked slightly for the fresh storm's air.
With a mug of hot chocolate burning her finger tips, she pulled the ceramic up to her ruby lips just as a threatening bound of thunder struck the air abruptly, crackling menacingly – and almost just as the lightning left the apartment alit in a bright white – the power gave a dying pulse before giving out completely. She stayed where she was for a moment, really she didn't mind the dark, it wasn't often she kept many lights on in the first place – but it certainly provided a few lonely nights when it did happen.
She bit mindlessly at her lips, thoughts only seeming to stir a single name in her mouth.
Dean.
#touches.
#squints at
#nips at Castiel's neck.
#whines
"Dean, you always make me whine. It's not very manly for the slayer to whine."