Personal Raincloud (11) : It’s a beautiful, sunny day in Destiny City–for everyone but you. There’s not a cloud in the sky–except for yours. No matter where you go, a dark cloud seems to hover, casting shadows wherever you go. It’s been raining since you woke up today, and it’s like bad luck and bad weather just follows you. It’s a constant downpour, always exactly where you are. The raincloud is usually big enough to easily cover a full building, so if you stick around for too long, your misfortune will turn into someone else’s too. The raincloud might follow you for a few hours or for the whole day before slowly fading; there’s no escaping it, or the strange, sombre mood that seems to follow you.
It had been ******** raining all ******** day, and frankly, Trey was sick of it. Its not like it really affected his day, in all honesty, which had mostly been in the office of the posh building that housed his mother’s fashion design company, but there had just been… something about seeing the greyness and rain outside. It didn’t help that his scar ached, seemingly from the rain the way others’ joints ached. It nagged at the back of his mind, constantly foiling his attempts to concentrate on what he was doing and thus making it take twice as long as usual.
By evening, he was ready to rip the indigo strands out his head and pitch his satiny leather chair out of the fifth floor window. He’d checked the weather report every few hours, and still no mention of any kind of rain… it felt like the weather station was trying to gaslight him, saying it was 72 and sunny outside. What sun?
Leaning back in his chair, one ankle on the other knee, Trey scratched disagreeably at the mark that ran down the side of his neck, his button-up unbuttoned four holes down so he could push it away from the irritated skin. Ice rattled and plinked in the finger of whiskey he held in his other hand, neither distracting nor enjoyable enough to keep his attention for long.
He wanted, more than anything, to be out at the stables right now. He wanted to be away from the sterile quiet of the board rooms to a place smelling of horses and hay, where all he could hear was the soft sounds of animals who didn’t care at all who he was or what he was doing. Except for Firefly, who’d be nosing at his pockets and standing three-legged while he brushed her down. Rain there meant riding in the indoor ring to the soothing backdrop of falling water, where the world outside was far away and unimportant. Trey could have been fantasizing about the pool instead, which tended to be just as pleasant on rainy day, save that the only indoor pool was at a local gym and he’d probably have to share it… while wearing the new swimshirt he’d purchased and potentially confronting the new view through the mirror that irked him so much. No. The stable was better.
Could he justify a trip out there today? Have Cassian reschedule the dinner tonight and just… disappear for a few hours. Tempting, if it hadn’t meant putting Cassian on the spot and forcing him to exercise all his new assistant skills to handle both the client and the venue. It made Trey sigh, knowing he shouldn’t put that on his brother.
[text:] *Trey - Trey - Trey - Trey - Trey —*
The string of repeat names, embedded with siren emoji’s, followed by a slew of what could’ve been a lucky charms ad for how many hearts, stars, and clovers, sat within it. The intent was missing, the statement of the body, if anything? Was utterly absent. The initial purpose of the text seemed to be with the goal of potentially making the other man’s phone buzzz as much as was possible for at least a few seconds straight.
[text:] *Let me come over—- unless you wanna come see me? I’ve been working on something! You’ll love it!!*
A string of pleading faces followed the words, not so much indicative of Waru’s actual mood as it was his desire for attention. An endless sort of desire — easy for him to hang himself upon — to distract himself with — what with the weather pouring down on every other part of his day like a hammer he wouldn’t submit to. The ball-pin sort that plink-plink-plonked on his fire starting parade. <******** need to tell him it’s not about..Jesus…” Waru groaned to himself as he rolled over, sat up, and tried again to not sound like a screaming toddler with access to a screen.
[text:] *Not ur cars this time. Promise. Not gonna come over without ur say — can I have an hour? Maybe two? Know ur busy —*
Same, rational. Better. He could try to be better, right? At least in this. The way he’d nearly bitten his own damn tongue learning Adam and Trey were de-facto, interim leads, that headache was not his boss, but? Still in Faustites chair!! His relief that Trey was handling the Senshi half of most s**t—
But what he wanted right now? Was to ruin someone else’s day in the best way possible.
[text:] *P.S — if you don’t respond to this within an hour? I’m panic teleporting into your shower — or maybe the Avalon? Do you think that’d cut me in half — does that s**t happen if you’re driving it — seriously though I can’t handle another ‘oops I failed my team by getting distracted from my phone’ scare…you can’t all be dead and missing and kidnapped…I*
“Should shut the ******** up…..oh my…holy s**t!? ********!!?” He was this close to throwing his phone, staring wide eyed at the text to speech that was usually so much faster, messier, but faster. More accurate, even, than his own clumsy thumbs. If only he ever remembered to stop talking?
To ever. Stop. Talking.
Instead of bursting through Jayce and Baz’s windows unannounced, or standing Cass up out of shame, like a b*****d, only to ******** smother him with a full a** day of fun new s**t to do, as if that would make up for it?! Or—-
“And now I hope he ignores that…s**t..should I tell him to ignore that....” He wasn’t sure who to blame, what? The blurry cactus pics clearly taken by a friend. Someone else’s ‘take care of yourselves’ sent over a dead line.
Some potentially blond little shits jabs about so many things—
And what was he supposed to tell his councilor?! The second one, now, and what would potentially become the third? Because the first one had been a ‘man’, gray in the hair, serious in the brow, and Waru knew that he really shouldn’t’ve stormed out like that but he had — and ******** that entire place for being nice about it — but no, it was fine, this new one was a woman? Great. But he wanted someone with more experience and less — bust — actually — ******** it — it’s still raining just outside, yeah? Maybe if I stand out there with my mouth open for long enough? I’ll get lucky and drown before he calls me back—“ Flopped himself and his actual phone down with a groan, did not, what would’ve been unhelpfully, go break the next burner phone with the most egregious text on it. Or go hunting for the picture he knew had been auto-deleted of who was clearly Aramis with some upgraded assets!!
*Such a b***h for being a ‘these new nega-tits are tender’ tease!*
“Or, yanno? I could’ve just called him in the first place! Like a person. ******** mean?! Ugghh — why am I like this — seriously?”
