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Scarlet Begonias ❀ Jeongmin & Shinwoo

The rain outside beat furiously against the window, and Shinwoo simply gazed at the streaming water with a mild sense of interest. He’d been in the coffee shop for just a little over fifteen minutes, his hair still damp and clinging to his forehead as the storm waged outside. The rain never bothered him, of course, being a weather pixie it was something that just sort of came with the territory. The raindrops had been cool and heavy, falling like a heavy drumbeat onto his skin as he’d walked through the grounds.

There was nothing that particularly prompted him to leave the safety of the dorms, no feasible excuse for wanting to go out into it other than simply wanting to feel the weather wage on his skin. Sometimes he felt like he needed that reminder that he could feel just as much as everyone else, and the weather was a particularly novel way to do so. He was connected with the different effects the season had on its surroundings, so it was only natural for him to feel a greater sense of awareness when exposed to them.

Although there was a coldness that seeped into the wind and the rain that fell and blew around outside, he could sense the changing of the season, the sense of warmth and life that spring brought back with it. Most others, at this point, were aware of the way that the season was changing by the date their calendars bore, but he could feel it inside his very core. There was a part of him that changed with the tides of the moon, and every time the world met a new sense he could feel the shift as solid as anything.

He sat in the back of the dimly lit cafe, with the other few straggling patrons who tutted at the weather and tried huddling inside their coats until it died down. But the pixie had just decided to stop inside on a whim, having been thoroughly soaked by the rainfall already and going toward the rich smells of the cafe because he felt wired. There was so much power in a storm, it was spellbinding. Maybe it was because he could harness the clouds in amounts and even use some of the rain, but storms like this made him feel less like he was existing and more like he was actually living. It was a pleasant feeling. He kept his gaze trained out the window and sipped at the sweetened coffee cupped in his hands.