#loud thunder

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loud thunder, heavy rain - chapters 12 & 13

 Friday evening, Geralt’s truck rumbled up the drive and parked in snug beside Eskel’s. Lifted a few inches higher than his, just to piss him off. Always made him laugh, the thought of that big ass yeehaw truck careening down a city street. Where the fuck did she park that thing? Even funnier thinking about her driving down main street here with her tailgate cluttered up with all those hippie bumper stickers.

 Funnier still seeing the new additions flapping on twin posts off the bed, the pastel pink, blue, white on one side and the blistering bright rainbow on the other.

 Eskel snorted. Those certainly hadn’t been his sister’s idea.

 Or maybe they had been. Change had hit Geralt full force the past year, opening her up into somebody who knew her place in the world, had something to be proud of, had people who gave a shit.

 He sprawled out boneless on the futon, trying to work up the energy to get himself up and look presentable. Might still be drunk from the morning when he’d finished off the last of the liquor or maybe not. Hadn’t tried getting up since, his body both numbed and achey, the plywood ceiling pretty boring to stare at for hours actually, but what else could he do?

 Truck doors smacked closed, and Eskel closed his eyes. Raised a hand to wave.

 “Hullo,” he called, hearing their approach across the gravel of the walk, the creak of the hinge on the screendoor, the tread of boots on the crooked porch. A hand touched the crown of his head and pressed into his greasy hair, scratching with long fingernails.

 He opened his eyes to a silhouette as strange as it was familiar. His sister had her grey hair braided along her temple, undercut freshly shorn, her expression pinched with her usual concerned frown. She dressed the same as she always had, denim and steel toes and plain t-shirt, but even for all the same old, same old, there was something different about her. Softer. A quiet sort of difference.

 Yennefer stood at her shoulder, not an inch of space between their bodies. Looking as hauntingly beautiful as usual. Dark red lipstick and smoky eyes.

 God, the pair of them. They looked all poster child lesbian couple. Butch Geralt with her drawl and dirty work pants, femme Yennefer in her black and white sundress.

 “You two look good,” slurred Eskel, tipping his head back against the arm of the futon. “How you been?”

 “You look like shit,” said Geralt and promptly twisted around to sit her ass on his chest.

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finally bringing Geralt back into loud thunder and am just being self-indulgently trans redneck about it

Friday evening, Geralt’s truck rumbled up the drive and parked in snug beside Eskel’s. Lifted a few inches higher than his, just to piss him off. Always made him laugh, the thought of that big ass yeehaw truck careening down a city street. Where the fuck did she park that thing? Even funnier thinking about her driving down main street here with her tailgate cluttered up with all those hippie bumper stickers. 

Funnier still seeing the new additions flapping on twin posts off the bed, the pastel pink, blue, white on one side and the blistering bright rainbow on the other.

Eskel snorted. Those certainly hadn’t been his sister’s idea.

Or maybe they had been. Change had hit Geralt full force the past year, opening her up into somebody who knew her place in the world, had something to be proud of, had people who gave a shit.

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loud thunder heavy rain - chapter 16

this fic is now complete!!

 The summer afternoon lay heavy with muggy air as the sun baked in wavering ripples over the rambling land of Morhen farms. The maple and beech windbreak swayed along the ridge behind the worn farmhouse, and the willows rustled above the cool banks of the creek. In their neatly-divided kennels, speckled dogs snoozed in warm piles, their noses twitching, and in the dusty back corner of the empty garage, lambs bounced through fresh-laid hay while their mothers lounged to chew their cud.

 On the crooked front porch of Eskel’s trailer, Geralt and Yennefer laid down cards on a wobbly folding table, instructing Coen on the finer details of the obscure and horribly nerdy card game that they were so taken with, cackling as Coen crossed his eyes and swore, complaining that he was simply too much of a dumb hick for this shit. The ostentatious truck sat squarely in the drive, twin flags catching a swelling breeze as the line of the horizon darkened into a smear of bruising.

 From the depths of a brown river, somewhere beyond the farm, the warped eyes of blunt-headed carp gazed up at fresh, pink marks on a rough concrete wall above the trickle of a spillway. The cicadas nestled in the crooks of the trees swelled a repeating note as tumbled clouds crept along the blue expanse of the sky. The crickets perched on cinderblocks and tucked in patches of clover and hollows of rotting logs creaked an echoing song.

 The cows that stood belly deep in the rustling pasture grass flicked their ears against the touch of flies and strode with slow purpose into the shelter of the trees, their hides twitching as they folded their legs and settled.

 Their dull eyes blinked in animal simplicity at the dust cloud still fading from the tires of a truck settled at the pasture gate. The men that rose together from cab of the truck bore no buckets that promised corn or pellet feed, and so the herd did not bother to approach the fence, watching blankly as the men moved to a soft swale of ground bare of grass and lay down together.

 A poor place to lie, thought the cows bedded down under the willows, especially with the pressure in the air bottoming out and tickling their fly-bitten skin.

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loud thunder, heavy rain - chapter 11

 Geralt, her voice scratchy with sleep. Nearly noon, the lazy fuckin’ idiot. Bet she lazed around all day in a warm pile with her two lovers, braiding each other’s hair, feeding each other grapes.

 “I kissed him. Kinda just happened. Lambert.”

 “Ew.”

 “Real supportive, dickhead. I’m freaking out.”

 “Why? You that bad of a kisser.”

 “I’m serious, Geralt. I think I fucked it all up. I think I’m--”

 “Eskel,” said Geralt over the line, grounding. “Don’t panic. You didn’t fuck it all up.”

 “Sure, I didn’t,” he said, pressing his forehead into the wheel hard enough to leave a dent of swirled stitching. “Just dropped him off back at his place. But he’s not--      Shit    , Geralt, I was his support system or whatever. I was supposed to be--      fuck    .”

 “You didn’t fuck anything up,” said Geralt, her voice low and steady. Listening to her, Eskel could almost believe it. God, how did Geralt become the well-adjusted one? Out of any of them, he’d never expected her to sort out her shit. "You don't have to hold it together all the time. Your shit matters too."

 Imagine that. Fucking hell, she sounded like a goddamn shrink.

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loud thunder, heavy rain - chapter 7

Eskel turned back toward the trailer, feeling his heartbeat in his cheeks. String lights ringed the screened-in porch in a wonky halo, rising up out of the black all around. Lambert had tucked himself in on the futon already but wasn’t sleeping, a quilt bunched over his shoulders, his open laptop glowing white across the pull of his frown.

His expression defaulted to that distracted frowning, resting asshole face they used to say, said he spent too much time as a kid pissed off and it stuck like that. Used to say a lot of shit about Lambert, a whole lot of shit that Eskel never thought was deserved. Damn, he had a right to be pissed off, raised the way he was. Learned to be wary and strung tight, waiting for the next blow to fall. Learned to couch his anxiety with barbed words, to hide his fumbled affection under the cover of drunkenness.

He wondered, standing with the grass tickling the bare tops of his feet, how far it would go if Eskel followed that affection down. If he leaned back into Lambert’s touch, strode onto the porch and fell onto the futon and hitched his too-big body against the younger man’s, letting the both of them pretend at just being tipsy and horny.

Would Lambert blink in confusion and hiss and snarl and shove him bodily away or would he melt into it, shivering, and allow the stroke of Eskel’s hands down his live-wire spine, let himself be cocooned a while in the milky haze of somebody giving a shit about him?

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loud thunder, heavy rain - chapter 6

Eskel drove with one hand on the wheel and the other slung out the window, tapping the frame of the truck along to the crooning of the old timey country record on the radio. He didn’t look at Lambert and didn’t say anything, watching clouds streak the summer sky over the landscape.

He slowed to drive through town, the narrow faces of the houses leaping up close to the road, the sidewalk rippled with the roots of trees long-cut. Town looked the same as it always had except with more and more of the little hole in the wall businesses boarded up and vacant. There's been some big, messy argument years ago over whether to let corporate places like Starbucks and Subway slither into the gaps that ended when the powers that be plowed a new four lane highway the county over and shored it up with clusters of hollow strip malls, fast food, the Wal-Mart.

“Remember when that used to be a bowling alley,” said Eskel at a stoplight, startling him with the roughness of his low voice. Lambert sat up straighter. Would it be that easy? Harsh words forgotten? Eskel was pointing at a low-slung building faced with glass block windows, the deep-set front entrance standing grey and arced with blue graffiiti.

“No, I hit twenty-five and now my memory’s startin’ to go,” said Lambert, rolling his eyes. “Of course I remember. Only went out of business a few years ago.”

“Yeah, but everybody quit going years before that. Remember how sticky it was?”

“Polished the floors with rum and coke, yeah.”

“Remember that time Geralt broke a bowling ball in half?”

“Yeah, I’m an amnesiac. No, of course I remember.”

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guess its storming

[metromeisterr]

Day 60: There is a thunderstorm outside.

The sky is flashing so much, it needs a seizure warning and the thunder sounds like cannonballs.

I am afraid of dying. Our neighbors have a huge tree in their yard and in a strong storm it could break off and crush our roof.

I don't want to be crushed to death.

It's hailing outside too. Big ice balls, not yet big enough to Crack the windows but still making lots of noise.

We pulled all possible plugs. TV, Computer, Radios, even the coffee machine. They might get destroyed if lightning strikes.

I hate the noise that thunder makes. Thunderstorms, especially heat storms make me think of suffocating, burning and pressure.

Sometimes I just want to hide in a small nook with no bad noise or feeling.

I hear the wooden supports of our house making noise, it's horrible. I want to leave but outside is dangerous.

I don't know what to do.

I hate thunderstorms.