☂ out in the night I am the storm
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Player: grammaticide
Subject: Gokudera Hayato
Table: A
Prompt: 15. Storm
Summary: Gokudera reflects on what the Storm actually is.
To Gokudera, storms were a symbolic thing. They were something that labeled him as a person-- as well as what he was to those he "cared" for.
A small silver ring rolled about between his fingers as he lay in bed. A simple shield with what appeared to be a tornado on the black field in the center. A small smirk tugged at those lips as he thought about it...
The storm that fiercely blows away everything.
Disintegrate, disassemble, destroy.
As far as he cared, he was just that. A force that would obliterate anything that got in the way of the family. And everyone would know it. No one could ignore the ferocity of a storm. The wind. The rain. The thunder. The--
The ring disappeared, closed in his palm for a second. Brows furrowed for moment in thought, pale green hues settling on his hand. Storms were clouds, rain, and lightning as well. Not just the single thing. Several elements working together to become one, ferocious being. While that may have seemed to be a bit of a cop-out, Gokudera pondered it further. He could use those elements, yes, but there was one more that didn't fit. The sun.
He wasn't viewed as a "sunny" person, save for a few people in the community who were off their rockers anyway, so this made little sense to him. He was able to make some of them happy, even if he had no idea how or why. The Tenth made him happy... and he made the Tenth happy... Yamamoto, too, sometimes (everyone made Yamamoto happy, regardless). There were parts of Gokudera that weren't as bad as he made himself come off. They didn't appear as often, but they were there.
It only proved that, after the storm's winds stopped blowing, the lightning had dimmed, the rain had gone away, and the clouds cleared, the sun could take their place and make the world calm and warm... Just like he could.
The sun that illuminates the sky was the seldom acknowledged part of the storm that people enjoyed.
Player: grammaticide
Subject: Gokudera Hayato
Table: A
Prompt: 15. Storm
Summary: Gokudera reflects on what the Storm actually is.
To Gokudera, storms were a symbolic thing. They were something that labeled him as a person-- as well as what he was to those he "cared" for.
A small silver ring rolled about between his fingers as he lay in bed. A simple shield with what appeared to be a tornado on the black field in the center. A small smirk tugged at those lips as he thought about it...
The storm that fiercely blows away everything.
Disintegrate, disassemble, destroy.
As far as he cared, he was just that. A force that would obliterate anything that got in the way of the family. And everyone would know it. No one could ignore the ferocity of a storm. The wind. The rain. The thunder. The--
The ring disappeared, closed in his palm for a second. Brows furrowed for moment in thought, pale green hues settling on his hand. Storms were clouds, rain, and lightning as well. Not just the single thing. Several elements working together to become one, ferocious being. While that may have seemed to be a bit of a cop-out, Gokudera pondered it further. He could use those elements, yes, but there was one more that didn't fit. The sun.
He wasn't viewed as a "sunny" person, save for a few people in the community who were off their rockers anyway, so this made little sense to him. He was able to make some of them happy, even if he had no idea how or why. The Tenth made him happy... and he made the Tenth happy... Yamamoto, too, sometimes (everyone made Yamamoto happy, regardless). There were parts of Gokudera that weren't as bad as he made himself come off. They didn't appear as often, but they were there.
It only proved that, after the storm's winds stopped blowing, the lightning had dimmed, the rain had gone away, and the clouds cleared, the sun could take their place and make the world calm and warm... Just like he could.
The sun that illuminates the sky was the seldom acknowledged part of the storm that people enjoyed.