are you still taking short fic requests? if so could i request anything passion related? perhaps with a rain/thunderstorm
Giorgio had never cared for storms growing up – they were too wild and unpredictable, exactly the opposite of everything he strove to be as the only son in his father's clean and orderly military household (a military household he was expected to uphold and replicate one day, and so he'd never let himself show his fears, especially of something as childish as a storm). When he'd been transferred to the Fourth Brigade, far from Milan, the frequency of rain and storms had startled him initially; he'd long since gotten over being frightened of them, but he still couldn't sleep well with the drops pelting the roof and the lightning flashing outside. At the institute they send him to after the duel, though, he finds an odd comfort in watching the rain trace down the windows as he loses himself in memories he doesn't want to forget but isn't sure he should let himself dwell on when the other people who have them aren't with him to share them.
(for the three-sentence microfic ask game)
