Shelter from the storm
Iggy had been sleeping peacefully in his bed, it was the middle of the day and the toddler was sprawled out and snoring softly. Suddenly a particularly loud rumble of thunder woke the young child. He made soft plaintive whimper for it to stop, then curled into fetal position under his blanket and sheet as the thunder continued to boom all around him. Though it was day the sky was dark with storm clouds and Iggy could feel goose bumps forming all over his body. He hated thunderstorms with a deep passion reserved only for them, the greatest terrors in his world. The will o the wisp boy could quite happily live without them, he'd take just plain old rain and sun showers any day or even every day if it meant no more thunderstorms.
When it became clear to Iggy that the storm wasn't going to stop or pass by anytime soon thus allowing him to return to sleep he whined softly again and sat up. Pulling on his favoured cloak that lay on the end of his bed frame the blonde slipped from his bed, shivering as his small feet connected with the cold wooden floor. Thankfully neither door in his way was fully closed as Iggy darted out of his room, across the narrow carpeted hallway and into his Mother's room as fast as he could, a swarm of souls light trailing behind him. The frightened boy clambered onto his mother’s bed." It's storming" he whispered nervously while he tried to shake the winged woman awake.
Iggy’d done this before the few times he'd experienced thunderstorms in his short life so far. He didn’t like having to wake the angel woman while she napped but he needed her, he couldn’t face storms alone, they were too scary.
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" Mmphh, s'wha?" Blace yawned and blinked sleepily up at Iggy with her icy blue eyes, seemingly oblivious to the rain that battered her window and howl of the wind outside. She’d lain down for an afternoon nap just a short while ago and was confused as to why Iggy was waking her already.
" There's a storm" the boy repeated softly, voice barely audible above the noise from outside.
Lightning flashed again and a booming peal of thunder caused Iggy to squeal in the Semi darkness. As if effected by his fear the souls around him bobbed and weaved in an erratic pattern.
Blaice frowned then gestured for Iggy to join her on the bed “ It’s okay little one” she crooned. “It storm can’t get inside.” She was still getting used to this mothering thing with Iggy being so different than her brothers had been. Situations like these she was not prepared for and each time a storm occurred she struggled to think of ways to help keep her son calm.
As the hooded boy clambered into bed with her the seraph spread a large wing out to cover him. She could still feel him quivering under her feathers though, too scared to fall back asleep even at this hour. The past had taught Blaice that music, talking and other distractions did not help. All she could really do was offer her son the comfort of her presence and the shelter of her body. She could not erase or lessen Iggy’s fears for him but she would be there to make sure he got past them in his own time.
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