Stormy Weather [Dante]

[Rhett Goddard]

There was a storm outside, and God, Rhett loved it. The sound of raindrops pour and hit the floor made him feel comfortable, the flash of light announcing a lightning made his heart bump with anxiety, and the sound of a thunder... It made him have goosebumps from head to toe and smile softly. The only thing he hated about them was the clouds... If he could have a storm and still be able to see the stars, he'd be the happiest man alive. The fact that it could never happen was his first prove that perfection is impossible.

This night Rhett decided to appreciate the delightful weather from somewhere besides his room window, and so, walked out of the dorm quietly, it was almost midnight maybe, and slipped through the holes and into the student lounge. It was empty and besides the occasional split-second when a lightning struck, it was dark. It was perfect.

He pushed a sofa chair towards the big windows and turned it so he could watch the storm directly while sitting, which is what he immediately did afterwards. I should have brought a coffee frappe...

[Dante Herondale]

It was the thunder that woke him up in the middle of the night.

He’d flopped down early, too exhausted to think, crashing almost immediately after his head hit the pillow. It’d been a long day after having to get up super early to answer a call from his brother that was vacationing in Japan, and once awake he couldn’t sleep again until late that night. Now as he twisted over in the covers, the rumbling growl of the storm outside began to rouse him from his much needed slumber. It was a good thing he loved storms, otherwise he’d be pissed right now. Lightning flashed through his windows, illuminating his room as he drowsily pushed himself up onto his palms. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, Dante yawned widely, ruffling his hair as he blearily looked around. He doubted he’d be able to fall back asleep. He had the horrid attribute of staying awake for a long time after he got up.

Well, might as well go somewhere he could enjoy the storm a bit better. The windows in here were tiny. To the soft drum of raindrops against the roof, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing with a rustle of his sleep pants as he walked over to his closet. He slipped a shirt over his messy head, blinking as he began to fully wake up. The occasional flashes of lightning lit up his room as he stumbled over to his door, slipping out of the room quietly as he padded through the suite he shared with the other boys and out into the corridor.

His bare feet slipped quietly over the floor as he made his way downstairs, making sure to be quiet so he didn’t wake anyone up. Once he made sure the coast was clear, he slipped out into the rain, moving quickly as he darted for the student lounge. Once inside, he shook out his dripping hair, eyes sweeping over the darkness as water began to slip down his neck. It looked empty in here… until he saw the couch moved up against the window, a blonde head poking up over the top. Curiosity piqued, he moved closer, leaning against the back of the couch as he watched the storm outside. Slowly his interest moved from the lightning, thunder, and rain to the boy that was sitting watching the rain beside him.

”Enjoying the storm?”

[Rhett Goddard]

it's a slow start, I know, but I promise it will get better

"I've seen better, I've seen worse." Rhett promptly answered before turning his head around for a second to see the image of a shadowed boy.

He had seen tons, really. Even though neither Vermont nor Switzerland were prone to storms, every single time there was a stormy day, and this included his time before both schools as well, he would always stop whatever he was doing to find somewhere to watch the storm and appreciate its divine nature. Because that's what he thought of them, something very divine, and if God really existed, its way to act was had to be through storms.

"Are you enjoying it?" A lightning struck in the distance.

[Dante Herondale]

Dante nodded thoughtfully, drumming his fingers against the couch cushions. It was an interesting answer. He’d expected a simple yes or no answer. His eyes followed the rain as it fell, splattering against the ground in little puddles all around. The school would smell nice and fresh in the morning. It was nice to be able to watch the rain then walk out to a wonderfully fresh world once the storm had passed. It was just another thing that Dante loved about stormy weather.

”I love storms. Didn’t have many where I used to live.” California wasn’t exactly a place known for their rainstorms. It was desert, dry and hot most of the time. He didn’t mind it all that much, but there was pretty much only two seasons rather than four, and it sometimes got monotonous. Here at least he got to see leaves change color and watch rain clouds every once in a while. It was a nice change of pace, even if he did miss home sometimes.

”Did the thunder wake you up?” he asked, tilting his head as he looked at the other. He shivered slightly, the rain that had soaked his shirt making him cold as hell. Dante could probably use his jacket right now. Stupid not to think of that before he walked outside into the downpour.

[Rhett Goddard]

"I'm always up, boy." Rhett mentioned in a very serious tone. "At least when there are storms to watch, that is for sure."

Rhett wasn't in a mood to have a conversation this particular night... or at any moment, actually, but still, understanding how this was normal human behavior, and pretty much out of nothing better to do, or of personal interest, he would engage in casual short conversations with people he didn't know, and wasn't interested in knowing, very frequently. This however, proved to be one of those cases that something called his attention.

Dante Herondale, homophobic homosexual
the familiar voice whispered in his ear

"Your name's Dante, right?" He asked out loud before another particularly well placed lightning struck again.

[Dante Herondale]

”Don’t call me boy,” Dante replied in a lazy tone, draping himself further over the back of the couch as he watched the pure electricity arc across the sky. He was tired, he was soaked, but this was too amazing to miss. Sometimes it was nice to just take some time to enjoy the simplest things in nature. Of course, his father would probably laugh at him if he said anything of the sort to his face. The elder Herondale was a fast pace sort of man, always going head first into everything, rarely stopping to just look around him and take in the beauty of the natural earth. That was for tree huggers, as he would say.

His brow furrowed as he heard his name pass the other teen’s lips, confusion contorting his expression into a slight frown. ”Yeah. Have we met before?” he asked, brushing a few stray strands of hair from his forehead. The other teen didn’t seem familiar. Perhaps they had met before and he just didn’t remember? That was always possible, but usually Dante was pretty good with names and faces. He couldn’t quite figure it out. Well, at least that got introductions on his part out of the way. Those were always kind of awkward anyway.

”If we have, sorry, but I can’t remember your name,” he said, his eyes darting back towards the rain-streaked glass they were looking at. He could at least try to make up for his lapse by asking. It couldn’t hurt, could it? Besides, the other guy seemed okay enough. Much more stuck up than he’d prefer for a casual conversation than he’d like, or at least that was the impression he was getting, but beggars couldn’t be choosers when they went to the student lounge in the middle of the night to watch a storm.

[Rhett Goddard]

"No, we haven't met, boy." Dante should have never told Rhett not to call him like that, all it did was give Rhett another tool to make the boy feel uncomfortable. "I'm a mind reader." Rhett unusually lied, but he decided to do so to make the situation more interesting. "I'm Allex."

It had been sometime since he introduced by his middle name, something he used to do all the time. It was perhaps due to the fact that lately the people he had been meeting already knew him due to this or that. It bugged the heck out of him when it happened, he had absolutely no desire on being known and even less on being famous, and now his name was even up in the internet. Just remembering that made his blood boil a little. Fortunately, the lightnings on the distance made him calm a little, though.

"So, you're really cute. I like you." More lies, of course. "Wanna hang out? And by hang out I mean making out and such, you know." He wasn't even directly looking at the kid, though he could see his reflection on the window's glass. "I hope you don't have a boyfriend already, it'd be such a shame."

[Dante Herondale]

His nose wrinkled as he was called boy yet again. That’s what his dad called him, and he didn’t really like to be reminded all that often. Looking over at Allex, he pushed himself up and over the back of the couch, flopping down onto the cushions below with a soft sigh. The soft plush was relaxing on his aching muscles, his head lolling back against the couch as he blinked sleepily. He was still exhausted, especially after waking up in the middle of the night after staying up more than twenty four hours the previous day. He wouldn’t be surprised if he simply fell asleep on the couch right here. A wide yawn escaped him as his eyes flashed once more to the streaked windows, hoping he’d stay awake until the last of the storm fled.

”A mind reader?” he mused softly, tilting his head as his eyes never flickered from the windows, ”Well, I guess it’s a pleasure to meet you, Allex.” His tone was sleepily polite, his eyes drifting half-lidded as his exhaustion started to get the better of him. Of course, he was soon startled awake by what bubbled out of his companion’s mouth. Say what now? Surely he wasn’t saying what he thought he was saying. ”Dude…I don’t swing that way,” he denied, his eyes flashing open as he looked over at Allex, his nose crinkling as he tried to hide his disgust. No, he certainly did not think that way. Even if Allex looked kind of attractive…that was just a statement of fact, right?

”I’m single, but I’m definitely not into guys. That’s just… no. Sorry.” Dante shook his head, eyes tightening as he looked out the window. He was always taught that liking anyone of the same gender in that way was simply wrong. That was all he knew, so he just didn’t even think about it. Well…he didn’t feel attracted to any girls, but that just probably meant he hadn’t found the right one yet. …Right?

[Rhett Goddard]

"Yes you are!" Rhett exclaimed with little to no emotion at all. "Come'on, I can not only read what you're thinking, but also your subconscious." He was talking with so much security... for a guy that didn't like lying, he was damn good at it. "I know you're into guys, and if not, at least into me."

That seemed egocentric, but it was not. Rhett was not the the kind of person that consider himself cute or sexy or whatnot, just knew facts, and facts were that there were several that consider him indeed one of those things, so he -knew- he was attractive. Again, it was not egocentric. He had used this fact several times in the past to make things... easier for him, something he actually learned from a certain friend from the past, and from to time to time, to, well, calm the hormones rushes that every teenager get, because at the end of the day, to his dismay, Rhett was human after all. Fortunately, he was pretty and pretty intelligent human, getting things his way was easy and he loved it. Again, he was not egocentric.

"But it's fine, you know." He trying adding a little disappointment to his voice tone. "I might be wrong. Mind-reading is not an exact science and I know I'm ugly." Lightning struck in the horizon. "I know I will never get a cute boyfriend. Not as cute as you, anyway."