set fire to the rain

Alaine Winters · 08-08-2011, 10:59 PM

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He enveloped her, welcomed her brittle body with shifted arms. The warm rain melted her away like ashes between his fingers, and she had come home - Home to him. There was no other explanation for the feeling of safety that surrounded her, the feeling known to these mortal immortals as love.

Her grief was a thunderstorm, and it tore her insides, shredded them mercilessly as she finally mourned. Sobs wracked slender body, and ivory fingers twined desperately in the fur of his chest, his mane, his face - Grasping for sanity, for an end to the horrible torture that bled inside of her. Grief was a cruel master, and were it not for the iron embrace of his arms, she would surely have been blown apart by it, the small pieces of her scattered into the storm.

The weather railed, or maybe it was only the tempest within her that did such a thing. She knew thunder and lightning, but could not determine whether they came from the war inside of her, or the growling clouds overhead. Desperately clinging to Gabriel, as she might have a life raft, the woman made terrible keening noises. The cries were muffled by the fur of his chest, and by the soft whisperings that came from his grizzled maw.

At last, it seemed the storm subsided. Her sobs stilled, and she was left only to gasp for air in the silence of a crueler world than the one she had lived in yesterday.

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