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The sky can only cry for so long, but the storm outside doesn’t look like it’ll be ending anytime soon.
You’re sinking in a pile of dirty sheets and empty pillow cases, waiting for him to find you.This is where you always seem to end up hiding; stuffy and drowning in yesterday’s laundry, taking comfort in the familiarity of it all (smells like home) while waiting to be found, because you don’t see why you should run and hide when you’ll get found, anyways.
Besides, he smiles whenever he finds you here… and sometimes he kisses you, too…
You like seeing him smile, because his smiles light up your small little ‘world’, ripping apart the darkness that had spent countless hours building up inside you, flourishing in the emptiness of your mind, where your memories should be…
But when he’s around, it doesn’t matter anymore, because you know that once he’s by your side, you won’t be hurt anymore. (he promised, after all)
And the sky can’t cry for so long, can it?
The rain beats down on the roof, echoing in the small laundry room, and you pull a blanket over your ears to muffle the thunder that tears through the rain’s steady rhythm.
“Found you again!”
You look up, and of course he’s there, beaming down at you, like your personal sun. (though you feel as though he’s more like a super-bright star, there to guide you through your night)
“... You found me.” Stumbling slightly over the untidy piles of laundry (what did you expect with so many swords living in the same place?), you make your way to where he’s leaning, smiling softly at you from the low, wooden door frame. (Taroutachi always seemed to be complaining about it)
“Of course I found you, silly. I promised, right?”
Still grinning clumsily at you, he reaches for your hand, pushing off the door frame with the other. (and you know he’s telling the truth, because angels never lie)
You let him hold you to his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and wonder what life would be like without him. If you lost him in the darkness that you spent your days in, what would life be like?
But Namazuo gently strokes your back, smoothing your worries away like all the insignificant creases in your clothes, so you trust in him to always find his way to you; take a deep breath; and let it all go.
The storm outside continues to rage, and thunder echoes through the heavens as it destroys all clouds in its wake, but it doesn’t scare you anymore.
The sky can only cry for so long, and as long as you’re here, dry and warm with him (and the others), you’re sure that you’ll be able to wait it out.