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Pitter-patter, pitter -patter.
Rain is nature’s brown noise, calming hectic minds and slowing down time. It’s the earthy, damp smell of leaves and moss, the feeling of wet clothes sticking to your skin on a warm summer day. It’s the sound of tears hitting the edge of the sink as a figure is hunched over it, silent sobs shaking through the fragile body.
Plip, plip, plop.
It’s the dense forests, the reverberating caves, the misty lakes, the busy cities. It’s so, so much - it’s anything and everything, yet at the same time, it’s really nothing at all. Just… rain.
Drip. Drip.
The steady sound of splattering rain against the apartment windows fills the room, drowning out the usual noise of the bustling city and those CDs Date loves to play. Though Ryuki doesn’t personally mind them, it is a nice change of pace. The sound becomes a comforting hum that soothes his nerves somewhat. Perhaps it’s one of the aspects of nature, just like the rustling trees in Yoyagi Park, that help ease the man’s tension.
“Y’kay?” comes a barely audible drone from behind him. The voice is rich, thick like honey that sticks to the roof of your mouth and slithers down your throat, pooling in your stomach.
Ryuki can tell that question is laced with sleep and he hums quietly in response, giving a subtle nod. There’s silence after that, only interrupted by the rustle of the sheets on the bed.
Date, being the observant man he is, knows there’s more to it than a quick shake of the head. His junior’s erratic, noisy mind is familiar to him, to a degree, so he can only begin to imagine whatever thoughts and worries plague the man that he dares not say aloud. Still, he decides not to pry. Things have gotten better recently and he can put enough trust into his partner for him to come to Date if he feels himself slipping into the void of static again.
Instead, the man reaches out. He wraps one strong arm around Ryuki’s middle, tugging his smaller frame closer. This happens naturally, as if his body is acting on instinct - seeking out the familiar warmth of the other.
And just as easily does Ryuki’s form melt into his, like rain seeping in through the ridges and cracks of the stones and tiles outside. Although, like the raindrops making their home in different crevises, their existence is fleeting and their being filled with uncertainty about what is to come next, they lay embraced in each other’s arms.