And the rain poured down from the heavens, and all was right with the world. The circle of life. The begining and the end. Water. Dom loved the stuff. He couldn't live without it. And, when it rained, no one was ever outside. Rain allowed for thinking time. Beautiful alone time in the wet and beautiful outdoors. Even if the beautiful outdoors was a graveyard.
Come again another day...
Dom was sprawled out, laying on the top of a mausoleum, letting the rain fall. He was thoroughly soaked from head to toe, but he liked it. The rain was steady, soft, and warm. There was nothing like a good Spanish rain. This was his first one, too, since arriving in Spain. His grandfather used to get onto him as a child for standing outside in the rain in Italy. When he was at Hogwarts, though, the rain was always cold, harsh, and unpredictable. Tell-tale british rain.
Rain, rain, go to Spain...
Was that a noise? No, just lightning. The unpredictability of lightning spiced up his love of rain. It came crashing down from the sky at will, destroying anything in it's path, leaving huge natural scares on the earth. He had once been on a beach in Italy during a lightning storm. Horribly dangerous, of course, but lovely. The lightning left glass figures in its own image on the beach, much like God left the poor souls of humanity alone on the beaches of the world. Lightning.
Orca hated storms. He also hated getting wet; he was more cat than wolf in that matter. However, now that he was indeed wet, drenched, and overall thoroughly soaked, he ignored the ever-pouring rain and stomped his way through the crypt. Narrowed golden eyes searched right and left for a suitable place to hide until the lightning, at least, had gone away.
Rain, rain...
He stopped, and sighed, and raised his face to the sky, one hand reaching up to push away dark hair that had matted over his eyes- and stopped.
A boy...? Out here, in the rain?
The lycan's curiousity got the better of him, as usual, and he trotted over, head tilted toward the boy, who, for some odd reason, had chosen to lay on top of one of the mausoleums.
He hesitated to say anything; the boy looked so peaceful laying there, but his rather blunt manner soon took over and he moved forward to press his hands against the stone, blinking against the rain.
"Ne, that's not such a good idea, y'know. You could get struck by lightning, maybe."
This sounded stupid even to his ears, and so he continued: "Can I... join you, though?" This, he didn't even know why he said. He hated lightning, after all. Maybe it was the sight of a mere human daring to challenge the skies, when not even his lycan self would ever do so. He squared his chin, and stared determinedly back at the other. "Can I?"
Dom's peaceful rest in the torrent of rain was interrupted, no matter how odd that sounded, by someone underneath him. Not just someone, but a guy someone. He looked down the side of the mausoleum to talk to the newcomer. There was something very un-Firefox about the newcomer, but there was something very un-firefox about Dom, too. Both seemed like outsiders in their own home.
"Sure, you can join me up here, if that's what you want. It's kind of, you know, wet."
Dom smiled and offered a hand to the attractive newcomer. It was odd having someone appear out of no where to greet Dom in the middle of no where, and, to add even more weirdness to the situation, Dom considered himself pretty well hidden. Oh well, sharing a rain like this with someone would make his day.
Orca smiled up at the other, reaching up to take his hand. Really, he could have easily jumped up without the other's help, but it didn't hurt to be polite, right? Once up on the roof, he crouched, eyeing the other in the most subtle way possible- which, for him, was hardly "subtle" at all.
Tipping his head to one side, dog-like, he replied with, "Meh name's Orca. I'm new here, so, I kinda got lost..." Slightly embarassed at this - since when did wolves get lost? - he continued by wincing as a lightning split the sky, and tugging his black, ZERO-print jacket tighter around his narrow shoulders.
Dom smiled at the newcomer. He could tell he was being checked out by him. How subtle these Spaniards were. Well, he had already decided the newcomer was attractive, so why not play it off a bit? Maybe get a few good laughs out of it all in the end, or maybe something more.
"I'm new here, too. Actually, I only just unpacked a day ago. I saw it was raining and decided that I should go walk around a bit. And, yah, I do this often."
Dom assumed a sitting position, resting his head on his hands. He was gazing into Orca's eyes. There was something animalistic about them. It almost seemed like they belonged to a wolf...
"Hey, I can tell you dont really like the rain. I have an umbrella, you wanna use it?"
Dom pulled out one of those compact umbrellas from his coat pocket. He didnt even know why he carried it around, seeing as he never used it, but here was a use.
The wolf-boy blinked, hesitantly reaching out to take the umbrella. "Ah... thank you... but, really, it's not so bad after you get used to it..."
He set the umbrella back down between them, still unsure as to why a total stranger would just hand him one of their personal belongings. He glanced back up, flinching at the way the other was studying his eyes. "Er..." Well, he knew his eyes were glowing against the rain, and were an obvious golden color, but that didn't mean Dom had to stare, now did he? Unless, of course, he didn't mind.
"Sorry," he muttered, raking one hand back through his hair and conveniently covering his eyes as he did so. "My eyes... they, well, they tend to do that..."
He peeked out from behind his hand as a sudden thought occured to him. "Tell me, though... You ain't one of them wizards, are you? You seem too nice for that crowd. And, for the record, why's you bein' so nice to me? I could be, like, some robber or murderer, or somethin', and you wouldn't even know it." He leaned closer, a wolfish grin tugging at his lips, and continued, "I could even be one of them lycanthropes, who would just love to tear you apart..."
Dom smiled again, and brushed Orca's hair out of his eyes so that he could see into Orca's eyes again.
"I love your eyes. Theyr'e unique. Theres something... Primal about them. Unique."
He leaned in closer to Orca and started whispering.
"I know you wouldnt hurt me. You dont have it in you. I can see it. You wouldnt hurt me if you wanted to, Lycan."
And Dom, being his usual weird self, kissed Orca lightly on the lips. The rain pounded down around them, warm and comforting. It was like taking a natural shower. A comforting, cleansing, natural shower.
As much as he had always considered himself a fast mover, Orca himself had never just kissed someone right when he met them. Not on the lips, anyway.
But this kid obviously had no reservations, whether it be other guys or a different species entirely.
Orca gulped, and moved back a little, one hand reaching up to brush his lips, eyes wide.
"You-you-you... kissed me!"
Well, yes. He had, indeed. And, as much as Orca had most likely invited it, you just didn't do that...
Unless that was they way humans played around here?
And, wait a moment. He had called him "lycan". Which meant Dom not only knew his "preferences", but he knew Orca was a lycanthrope. A deadly, fearsome, immortal lycanthrope... who had just been kissed by a human boy. The shame.
Not that Orca necessarily minded, you see. He had always preferred boys over girls, anyway, and he usually went for the dominant type, but...
The wolf-boy opened his mouth several times, but nothing came out. Finally, he stuttered, "O-oi! What'd yeh do that for?"
God damn. It always happened like this. Dom would kiss the guy he liked, and then the guy would freak out and never want to see him again. And, this time, he was at risk of death. He could tell this guy was a lycan from the moment he saw his eyes, having dealt with lycans in Italy. One of their teachers at Hogwarts was one, for gods sake.
"I-I-I'm sorry. I-I d-didn't mean t-to m-m-make you u-unc-comforta-able. I-i-its j-just tha-at I-I thought m-maybe you w-wanted m-me t-t-to."
Dom was stuttering in fear and sadness. It always happened like this. Always.
"I'm sorry. I just, you know... thought..."
His stutter had left him, but now he was at a loss of words.
The wolf-boy froze. Aww, man, I made him sad... Way to go, Lycanthrope Extraordinaire.
Sighing, he moved closer to the other, placing a slim hand on Dom's hunched shoulder.
"Gomen, Dom-kun, sorry, sorry. You just... caught me off guard, is all. I'm not used to humans just up and kissing me out of the blue, you see." I'm usuallly the one who kisses them.
"Err, forgive me, I've never been very good at these sorts of situations, but, I..."
He fumbled for words, but, in the end, settled on the wolven way of doing things. With actions. The lycan leaned back over to the other, and tipped Dom's chin up with his fingers, and, and.
Kissed the boy, a short kiss, meant to comfort, and whatnot; meant to mean whatever the other took out of it.
"Umm, so, d-don't look like that, okay? I hate it when people are sad..."
Dom smiled again and wrapped a hand around Orca's hand on his shoulder. Finally, things were looking up.
Well, he hoped they were.
"Thanks. I needed that."
Dom leaned up and kissed Orca again. He liked it. Orca's lips werent like most Lycan lips. His were soft and delicate, while most Lycan's had rough, chapped, and hairy lips. Nasty lips, in most people's opinions. But, Orca was fun to kiss, even if it was just touching lips.
"I'm sorry for being so fast. It's just... I sorta... Like you. I dont know, I'm being stupid."
Dom turned his face away from Orca and blushed. He took Orca's hand in both of his and held it to his chest. His heart was beating fast.
The rain soaked them both, it's warm blanket speaking words that they couldnt quite choke out. Dom's shirt was clinging to him and his hair was hanging down in threads.
A blush made its way across the lycan's cheeks, and he mentally kicked himself. Jeez, I'm acting like a hormone-ridden teenager... never mind that I still am one...
He looked shyly at the other, his blush only deepening when Dom held his hand to his chest.
Ba-bump...
Ba-bump...
"Umm... Where do we... go from here, though?"
ooc: Gomen ne for teh short post. Hafta go to meh birthday party random family event. *cough* Heh.
"We go wherever you feel comfortable to go, and, I'm sure, that would be inside someplace."
Dom looked around, searching for something apparantly. Finally, he smiled at Orca and stood up. He helped Orca to stand up too. They seemed to be the same height, which was really odd, seeing as one was 15 and the other was what seemed maybe 18 or so. Dom led Orca off of the roof, helping him down, and into the mausoleum itself.
"Not the best place to get out of the rain, I know, but..."
Dom smiled, still pulling Orca along by his hand. He moved slowly towards the flat stone sarcophagus, smiling at Orca. He sat down on the sarcophagus and motioned for Orca to sit with him.
Orca stood along with Dom, fingers entwined in the others and his face beaming with an expression of almost childish happiness.
"Ne, ne," he chirped, following the other to the ground in one easy bound (ooc: eek, rhymage). He plopped himself next to the other, grinning happily now that they were a) out of the rain, and b) somewhere warm. And alone. And together.
He smiled at the other, grasping Dom's hand tightly with his own and smiling his trademark wolfish grin. "Sankyuu, Dom-kun! I hate being wet, y'know!" He glanced around the small area, and moved closer to the other to gain heat. "Too bad it's still so cold..."
Dom wrapped an arm around Orca and pulled him in close, so that they were touching. So close that Orca was almost on top of him... Why the hell was it so cold? It was warm outside. It must be that the place had been closed off so long that it hasn't warmed up in centuries.
"Yah, it is effing cold. But, we're together. It can't get too cold."
Dom smiled and cupped Orca's chin in one hand. He tilted Orca's up so that they were looking into eachother's eyes. Dom moved in close to Orca, their lips an inch apart. His hot breath fell on Orca's mouth, giving him a comfortable warmth and an overall smell of peppermint.
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