Late night drabble
It's been a hot and humid day, but now it's raining very hard ... hard enough to wake me up.
The weather calls for a little drabble.
Rain
Harry loves it when it rains.
It cleanses the landscape and freshens the air.
The world needs that now. It needs to be washed clean of the blood and hate of a war that has been over for months but which still taints everything he once thought was beautiful.
He knows it will be beautiful again, but for now it still hurts in the pit of his belly.
But the rain will never fully cleanse him. For that he needs something...someone else.
Draco sleeps through the storm and Harry goes to wake him to watch the lightning and to help wash away the blood.
The weather calls for a little drabble.
Rain
Harry loves it when it rains.
It cleanses the landscape and freshens the air.
The world needs that now. It needs to be washed clean of the blood and hate of a war that has been over for months but which still taints everything he once thought was beautiful.
He knows it will be beautiful again, but for now it still hurts in the pit of his belly.
But the rain will never fully cleanse him. For that he needs something...someone else.
Draco sleeps through the storm and Harry goes to wake him to watch the lightning and to help wash away the blood.