sorta-KH fanfic: "A Moment's Indulgence"
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eliyesTitle: A Moment's Indulgence
Characters: Lea & Medy
It was pouring down rain -- or maybe pounding would be a better word. The rain hit the ground with such force that it bounced back into the air again, a foot or higher. The footpath up the hill had turned into a stream of rushing water, washing away leaves and twigs and small rocks; forming rapids over anything that could not be moved.
Lea stood in the shelter of a tree, umbrella shielding his head and back from the wet gusts of wind that blew from the South. His feet were snug and dry in thick socks and rubber boots, despite the water gushing over his toes, and any rain that made it through to his legs was quickly steamed away when he noticed.
Mostly, though, his attention was on Medy, who was out from under all shelter and dancing like a madman in the storm. He stamped and spun and splashed, whooping and laughing and singing snatches of song. Now and again he stopped and just stood, arms flung wide and face upturned.
Lea wasn't sure he'd ever seen him happier, although he was a little surprised that Medy wasn't doing something with all this free water.
Finally, the torrent worked itself out, or just moved on, leaving them with the same dreary drizzle there'd been before some cloud spilled its guts on their heads. The stream dwindled to something more like a puddle in motion, and Medy, still breathless with joy, made his way over to the sheltering tree.
"Idiot," Lea named him, fondly. Medy was soaked. His waterlogged clothes were darkened and plastered to him. Rivulets of water still ran down his face. His hair, usually so finely spiked, was all clumped on top, and beaten down flat in the back. He just laughed, and planted a cold kiss on Lea's cheek; a drop of water from his nose or his chin managed to splat on Lea's collarbone, and he squawked and shoved at his friend.
"I oughta dry you out, water-baby," Lea growled, half-threatening. He lifted a hand wreathed in fire.
"Nah, I got it," Medy replied, unconcerned, and proceeded to brush himself down with his hands as though he were dusty. Water sluiced away, draining from his sodden clothes and bubbling out of his shoes, until he was only a bit damp. He even brushed his hair over vigorously with both hands, until it stood out like quills from his head.
"At least the fog is gone?" Medy offered, taking the umbrella to hold over them both.
Lea crossed his arms and heaved a sigh.
"At least the fog is gone," he agreed, and side-by-side, they started on their way again.
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Characters: Lea & Medy
It was pouring down rain -- or maybe pounding would be a better word. The rain hit the ground with such force that it bounced back into the air again, a foot or higher. The footpath up the hill had turned into a stream of rushing water, washing away leaves and twigs and small rocks; forming rapids over anything that could not be moved.
Lea stood in the shelter of a tree, umbrella shielding his head and back from the wet gusts of wind that blew from the South. His feet were snug and dry in thick socks and rubber boots, despite the water gushing over his toes, and any rain that made it through to his legs was quickly steamed away when he noticed.
Mostly, though, his attention was on Medy, who was out from under all shelter and dancing like a madman in the storm. He stamped and spun and splashed, whooping and laughing and singing snatches of song. Now and again he stopped and just stood, arms flung wide and face upturned.
Lea wasn't sure he'd ever seen him happier, although he was a little surprised that Medy wasn't doing something with all this free water.
Finally, the torrent worked itself out, or just moved on, leaving them with the same dreary drizzle there'd been before some cloud spilled its guts on their heads. The stream dwindled to something more like a puddle in motion, and Medy, still breathless with joy, made his way over to the sheltering tree.
"Idiot," Lea named him, fondly. Medy was soaked. His waterlogged clothes were darkened and plastered to him. Rivulets of water still ran down his face. His hair, usually so finely spiked, was all clumped on top, and beaten down flat in the back. He just laughed, and planted a cold kiss on Lea's cheek; a drop of water from his nose or his chin managed to splat on Lea's collarbone, and he squawked and shoved at his friend.
"I oughta dry you out, water-baby," Lea growled, half-threatening. He lifted a hand wreathed in fire.
"Nah, I got it," Medy replied, unconcerned, and proceeded to brush himself down with his hands as though he were dusty. Water sluiced away, draining from his sodden clothes and bubbling out of his shoes, until he was only a bit damp. He even brushed his hair over vigorously with both hands, until it stood out like quills from his head.
"At least the fog is gone?" Medy offered, taking the umbrella to hold over them both.
Lea crossed his arms and heaved a sigh.
"At least the fog is gone," he agreed, and side-by-side, they started on their way again.
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