Part of a series of short scenes written for various characters
Rain.
It’s the one thing that makes him feel closer to the edge, to the void than anything else… cold water running down his skin, pooling in his palms, dripping like glimmering crystals from between his fingers, then falling to the wooden dock below. He tilts his head back, letting the drops fall on his face, clinging to his eyelashes before breaking away to stream down his cheeks. Tears from heaven… or hell. It’s hard to know, it feels the same.
Sebastian drops his hands, letting the captured water fall, the weight of his sodden sweatshirt dragging him back to the moment. Pulling him down, back from the edge, grounding him in this world. His chest rises as he sucks in the humid air, rain-soaked lips parted, letting the breath out with a long sigh. Time to go back… to… what, exactly? He’s not sure anymore, but it doesn’t matter. A disturbance in the air, then a touch… electricity shoots up his arm from his fingertips, and he turns… Raven.
“Seb… how long have you been here?”, she whispers, her breath barely forming the words as the gusting wind and rain wash them away.
“I… I don’t know.” He shoves his hair back, blinking to clear his vision. There she is, still standing close, long, black hair damp but not yet soaked… eyes glittering in the light reflecting off the water… those eyes… He bites his lip and glances away, she’s too vivid… so beautiful, like a specter… how can she even see someone like him?
“You’re soaked, and it’s not letting up any time soon.” Her voice is stronger now, even the rain can’t suppress the force of her energy, that will to always move forward. The very thing that draws Sebastian back to her no matter how hard he tries to ignore the pull. Like a satellite revolving around a planet, all he can do is watch from afar, close… but never quite— He gasps, heart seizing, her fingers on his cheek, thumbs wiping away the water. “Come on, I’m not leaving you here. Don’t even try to argue, I…” she pauses, her next words forgotten or reconsidered. “I’ll make you some coffee, alright? Please.”
He nods, hair falling back over his face, dripping, his skin now cold where her hands had been only moments ago.
