UGH FINALLY caught up with my fic posting backlog (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧
What does the thunder and lightning bring for you?
Does it bring fear? Does it bring - a kind of piercing isolating coldness - that goes beyond the physical, the aural - like the lightning cuts the very fabric of existence and you feel separated from the rest of the world - the rolling thunder making you feel as if the rest of the world doesn't exist beyond your little cave under the blankets - everything long devoured by the booming roaring sounds and flashing maniac streaks of white on charcoal -
For me - well, the thunder and lightning bring -
Monumental arguments, between a young naive idealistic boy and a monster of science who missed the ticket out of this train wreck to hell about a hundred and thirty years ago - ten years worth of back and forth and could-have-beens and almost-weres -
Until one day, finally, one day - the static charges' been building up and finally the lightning connects -
The pieces fall in place together -
And goddamn was the thundering sound of revelation - a thunderclap of realisation - louder than anything I'd ever heard in my head (and trust me, Gear senses mean you could hear something like a pin drop from a mile away and have the most pain-in-the-ass migraines that could last a normal man five lifetimes) -
And all it took (after a decade on his part; almost two centuries on mine) was -
Come home, Sol.