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asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2020-04-19 02:19 pm
asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2020-04-19 02:19 pm
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Storms of Life (Romani Detective Original Fiction)
Title: Storms of Life
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 552
Summary: As Andrej’s locking up for the night, he realizes it’s raining outside.
Author's Note: Written for the prompt 'a gentle fall of rain' for round 18 of genprompt_bingo. Almost have a bingo now.
Andrej washed the plate and dried it before putting it into the cupboard. It was late and both James and Zayne had passed out for the night. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. Almost time for him to join whoever had taken up residence in his bed tonight. All he had left was to check the locks before he could retire.
He moved from the kitchen into the living room, giving a quick glance for any dishes he might have missed. Not seeing anything, he checked the front door. It was locked and secure. Next was the door to the garage and it, too, was locked and secure. Lastly, he moved to the sliding door that led into the backyard. He reached up to check it when he heard a familiar sound. Smiling, he unlocked the door and stepped out onto the patio.
The hollow sound of raindrops hitting the metal cover over his head was like music to his ears. One of the downfalls of living in the desert was the lack of rain. Having grown up in rainy Romania, he often missed showers like this, soft and gentle and cleansing.
“What are you doing,” James asked from the other side of the doorway. “It’s raining, Andy.”
“I know it is raining, Jay,” Andrej said. “It is why I am out here.”
“Okay,” James said sleepily. “I don’t get it. I mean, it’s just rain.”
“It never rains here,” he muttered.
“Which is why I moved here,” James chuckled. “That and no snow. I bet Reyes feels the same way considering how much rain they get in Texas.”
“Maybe,” Andrej said. “But I miss it. The area I am from gets about twenty-four inches of rain a year. Did you know that’s almost six times the amount we get here?”
“Okay, I get it,” James said. “But I still don’t miss it one damn bit. I’m going back to bed, are you coming?”
“In a few minutes, Jay, let me enjoy this.”
“You’ve got it,” James said, pressing a kiss to the back of Andrej’s head. “Enjoy it while you can get it.”
James disappeared back into the house and Andrej looked out across his dark yard. In the morning, it’d be bright and sunny again, not a cloud in the sky. But for the moment, there was nothing but darkness, the sound of rain, and a beautiful, damp breeze. It was refreshing to smell the rain and feel the cool air on his skin. The thing he couldn’t tell James or even Zayne though was that it made him miss home.
When he was a kid, he and his brother would sit on the doorstep and watch the rain. Their neighbors would run to their homes, gathering their children with them. Hurrying for cover as fast as they could. Peace would descend on their village for a little while and they could believe that they were the only ones left in the world.
A flash of lightning lit up the sky, startling Andrej. Shaking his head, he pushed aside childish fantasies and went back into the house. Closing the door behind him, he stared out into the yard for another moment. He wondered what Tobar was doing right then and if it was raining where he was.
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 552
Summary: As Andrej’s locking up for the night, he realizes it’s raining outside.
Author's Note: Written for the prompt 'a gentle fall of rain' for round 18 of genprompt_bingo. Almost have a bingo now.
Andrej washed the plate and dried it before putting it into the cupboard. It was late and both James and Zayne had passed out for the night. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. Almost time for him to join whoever had taken up residence in his bed tonight. All he had left was to check the locks before he could retire.
He moved from the kitchen into the living room, giving a quick glance for any dishes he might have missed. Not seeing anything, he checked the front door. It was locked and secure. Next was the door to the garage and it, too, was locked and secure. Lastly, he moved to the sliding door that led into the backyard. He reached up to check it when he heard a familiar sound. Smiling, he unlocked the door and stepped out onto the patio.
The hollow sound of raindrops hitting the metal cover over his head was like music to his ears. One of the downfalls of living in the desert was the lack of rain. Having grown up in rainy Romania, he often missed showers like this, soft and gentle and cleansing.
“What are you doing,” James asked from the other side of the doorway. “It’s raining, Andy.”
“I know it is raining, Jay,” Andrej said. “It is why I am out here.”
“Okay,” James said sleepily. “I don’t get it. I mean, it’s just rain.”
“It never rains here,” he muttered.
“Which is why I moved here,” James chuckled. “That and no snow. I bet Reyes feels the same way considering how much rain they get in Texas.”
“Maybe,” Andrej said. “But I miss it. The area I am from gets about twenty-four inches of rain a year. Did you know that’s almost six times the amount we get here?”
“Okay, I get it,” James said. “But I still don’t miss it one damn bit. I’m going back to bed, are you coming?”
“In a few minutes, Jay, let me enjoy this.”
“You’ve got it,” James said, pressing a kiss to the back of Andrej’s head. “Enjoy it while you can get it.”
James disappeared back into the house and Andrej looked out across his dark yard. In the morning, it’d be bright and sunny again, not a cloud in the sky. But for the moment, there was nothing but darkness, the sound of rain, and a beautiful, damp breeze. It was refreshing to smell the rain and feel the cool air on his skin. The thing he couldn’t tell James or even Zayne though was that it made him miss home.
When he was a kid, he and his brother would sit on the doorstep and watch the rain. Their neighbors would run to their homes, gathering their children with them. Hurrying for cover as fast as they could. Peace would descend on their village for a little while and they could believe that they were the only ones left in the world.
A flash of lightning lit up the sky, startling Andrej. Shaking his head, he pushed aside childish fantasies and went back into the house. Closing the door behind him, he stared out into the yard for another moment. He wondered what Tobar was doing right then and if it was raining where he was.
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I completely get Andrej here. When I lived in LA, having moved there from the Midwest, I would always get a little bit happy on overcast days or on the first day of rain (only the first day because after that I was sick of it) because it reminded me of home.
I do miss the perfectly blue skies right now though.
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I can imagine. I've spent almost all of my life in southern Nevada and it darn near never rains. When I lived outside Houston, however... rain all the time.
Aw, I"m sorry. :(