You used to dread Roger's absences just because it meant you'd be alone for a week or so. Now you dread them for different reasons.
The thunderstorm knocked out the power, so you've got candles lit here and there, the few that you could find. It's hot, humid with no air conditioning, so April's wearing just underwear and a camisole, and you're trying not to look at her.
You don't really notice the candles are going out one by one, until April walks up beside you, where you're sitting at the table, and leans over to blow out the candle you were using to read. The room plunges into darkness, shadows and half-visible shapes. "April, what–"
She kisses you, and you can't tell if the flash behind your eyelids and the crashing in your ears is from the storm, or something else.
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Stages of Love (Pt 3), Rent, April/Mark, blow, PG
Date: 2007-04-02 11:36 pm (UTC)The thunderstorm knocked out the power, so you've got candles lit here and there, the few that you could find. It's hot, humid with no air conditioning, so April's wearing just underwear and a camisole, and you're trying not to look at her.
You don't really notice the candles are going out one by one, until April walks up beside you, where you're sitting at the table, and leans over to blow out the candle you were using to read. The room plunges into darkness, shadows and half-visible shapes. "April, what–"
She kisses you, and you can't tell if the flash behind your eyelids and the crashing in your ears is from the storm, or something else.