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Flashing brilliant lightning in the sky, followed by a thunderous crash nearby made both of the wandering beings look to the distance of the sound. After a few seconds of their continous gaze, another lightning emerges from between the clouds.
Besides Gabriels’ feathers frickling at the loud sound that appeared shortly after, he flinches and chokes on a sound. The Ferryman, as a reaction, glances up at him and huffs out a soft laugh.
“That was sudden. Didn’t expect it.” Gabriel grumbles, still staring into the direction as his wings- try to- set back into place.
“It’s… Somewhat odd that you still hadn’t got used to the weather of my layer.” The Ferryman replies, balancing with his oar as they talk.
“I certainly got used to the weather, but, not the fact that this meteorology is so close to us.” Gabriel defenses, gently mimicking with his finger by pointing.
The Ferryman hums in thought.
“Does Heaven have this kind of weather?”
“No… Never. It is always clear- not sunny, not cloudy; just clear.” Their saviour speaks.
“It sounds unique, truly.” The Ferryman grasps onto their oar tighter. Spuriously, their heart tightens with imagination.
Gabriel shrugs with crossed arms. “Unique or not- I can not imagine it with such conditions like here in Wrath as natural.”
“Natural.” They retell, “It’s… Quite subjective, such as…”
A crash; ear-piercingly loud and uncomfortably close. The Ferryman, now thrown out of thought, yells, oar stanced.
Rain begans pouring at that exact moment. Both the angel and the charon wet from the pour, hearts racing equally. Their stare shares emotions, their breathing calming, and their body language similar
After the sky’s growling stopping, they both look at each other.
Gabriel chuckles.
“Let’s go back to your boat. I wouldn’t want neither of us to get even more damp than this.”