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cutthroatpixie) wrote2007-08-02 01:54 pm
cutthroatpixie) wrote2007-08-02 01:54 pm
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Of Love and Hate
Title: Of Love and Hate
Author: McKenzie
Pairing: Selene/Jeremy
Prompt: #19 Rain
Rating: PG
Jeremy loves the rain. The way it runs down his window pain in heavy torrents, the way it soaks you in a matter of seconds, even if it really isn’t raining that hard, the way it seems to cleanse everything it touches. If it isn’t too cold (and “too cold” to him must be absolutely unbearable to others), he likes to go for walks in the rain. Sometimes he skips along, feeling slightly happy for no apparent reason, other times he just strides slowly along the wet streets, he’s even been known to dance (but only when he is sure nobody can see him). When he goes back inside he is often a sopping wet mess of droplets, and Selene will always yell at him about all the colds and flu and deaths he is going to catch. He just laughs.
If he doesn’t feel like going for a walk, he likes to watch the rain through his window, or stand out on the balcony of the apartment he and Selene share. He’ll hold out a hand, greeting the waters with his fingertips. For reasons unknown to him he is happiest when the sky is pouring down its tears. He tries to be a cynic (for one reason or another) and most of the time he is, but simple little pleasures like a rainy afternoon always bring out the best in the world.
Selene, on the other hand, hates the rain. It is cold and wet and completely ruins her day. She often stays cooped up in the house, a thing very unlike her to do, and complains and complains and complains about that god forsaken rain outside her window. She likes the sun, why can’t it be sunny? She loves clouds and sunlight and blue skies, but oh how she despises that rain. White clouds are happy and fluffy and cheerful (just what she pretends to be), but rain clouds are dark and gloomy and ice cold (just like what she really is). She cannot understand how a perfectly sane person like Jeremy (perfectly sane in her mind, anyway) could want to be outside on a day with such horrible weather.
On rainy mornings, she can’t go to the park to meet new people. On rainy afternoons, she can’t wander the streets to meet new people. On rainy evenings she is far too disgruntled to bother going out to bars or clubs or diners , of course to meet new people. Rain makes her feel ever so lonely.
At night, Selene can’t sleep and Jeremy wants to but she won’t let him. She slips, uninvited (out loud anyway, he never really minds) into his bed, slides under his covers, and wraps her ice colds legs around his. He doesn’t push her off (she isn’t that cold anyway) and instead puts an arm around her (it feels nice to have her up against him).
“I hate the rain,” she says, silver tongue spitting the words out as if acid. “I don’t see how anyone can even stand the sight of it.” She almost pouts, but not quite, adding slightly to the ridiculousness of the words coming out of her mouth.
“And I don’t know how anyone can stand listening to you complain,” Jeremy replies, not meaning a word of it, because he knows how he can stand her.
She continues with her complaints, choosing to ignore his half-hearted quip. The rain continues to pour outside, dripping down their window, pounding on their roof, and those watery sounds added to the quiet frustration in Selene’s voice are what Jeremy drifts off to sleep to.
Author: McKenzie
Pairing: Selene/Jeremy
Prompt: #19 Rain
Rating: PG
Jeremy loves the rain. The way it runs down his window pain in heavy torrents, the way it soaks you in a matter of seconds, even if it really isn’t raining that hard, the way it seems to cleanse everything it touches. If it isn’t too cold (and “too cold” to him must be absolutely unbearable to others), he likes to go for walks in the rain. Sometimes he skips along, feeling slightly happy for no apparent reason, other times he just strides slowly along the wet streets, he’s even been known to dance (but only when he is sure nobody can see him). When he goes back inside he is often a sopping wet mess of droplets, and Selene will always yell at him about all the colds and flu and deaths he is going to catch. He just laughs.
If he doesn’t feel like going for a walk, he likes to watch the rain through his window, or stand out on the balcony of the apartment he and Selene share. He’ll hold out a hand, greeting the waters with his fingertips. For reasons unknown to him he is happiest when the sky is pouring down its tears. He tries to be a cynic (for one reason or another) and most of the time he is, but simple little pleasures like a rainy afternoon always bring out the best in the world.
Selene, on the other hand, hates the rain. It is cold and wet and completely ruins her day. She often stays cooped up in the house, a thing very unlike her to do, and complains and complains and complains about that god forsaken rain outside her window. She likes the sun, why can’t it be sunny? She loves clouds and sunlight and blue skies, but oh how she despises that rain. White clouds are happy and fluffy and cheerful (just what she pretends to be), but rain clouds are dark and gloomy and ice cold (just like what she really is). She cannot understand how a perfectly sane person like Jeremy (perfectly sane in her mind, anyway) could want to be outside on a day with such horrible weather.
On rainy mornings, she can’t go to the park to meet new people. On rainy afternoons, she can’t wander the streets to meet new people. On rainy evenings she is far too disgruntled to bother going out to bars or clubs or diners , of course to meet new people. Rain makes her feel ever so lonely.
At night, Selene can’t sleep and Jeremy wants to but she won’t let him. She slips, uninvited (out loud anyway, he never really minds) into his bed, slides under his covers, and wraps her ice colds legs around his. He doesn’t push her off (she isn’t that cold anyway) and instead puts an arm around her (it feels nice to have her up against him).
“I hate the rain,” she says, silver tongue spitting the words out as if acid. “I don’t see how anyone can even stand the sight of it.” She almost pouts, but not quite, adding slightly to the ridiculousness of the words coming out of her mouth.
“And I don’t know how anyone can stand listening to you complain,” Jeremy replies, not meaning a word of it, because he knows how he can stand her.
She continues with her complaints, choosing to ignore his half-hearted quip. The rain continues to pour outside, dripping down their window, pounding on their roof, and those watery sounds added to the quiet frustration in Selene’s voice are what Jeremy drifts off to sleep to.