#dwrites raindrop

The man with the long, curly mullet sitting at the other desk finally looked up from the piece he was working on, “So what?”

What?

“So,” Dewdrop propped his hands on his hips and walked closer to the artist, noticing his bold and fine line tattoos decorating most of his visible skin, pretty, “You'll want to turn it down before they come over. They're fussy!”

The man leaned back in his seat and crossed his toned arms over his chest. Dewdrop felt his face flush and hoped it wasn’t noticeable. 

“You sure it's not you who has the problem with it?” The man asked, raising an eyebrow. His eyes were a stormy blue, like a thunderstorm at night reflecting off crashing waves. Like a dark blue hibiscus. Dewdrop shook off his stare before he could get sucked into it.

...

“What is that?”

A pause.

And then, “A bouquet.”

“I can see that, but why does it look like that?” Mountain peered over Dewdrop’s shoulder. He really was like a mountain this way, completely shadowing over the others’ body. Once upon a time it would have sent a chill down Dewdrop’s spine, but the gentle giant posed a threat no longer.

Dewdrop did not turn to look at him, just continued, albeit more stiffly, picking flowers from various bins and buckets to add to the arrangement he had in his other hand, “It’s for SaleDay.”

“It doesn't look like any of the others we had planned.”

“I'm getting creative.”

“Dew.”

Dewdrop sighed and finally turned to his business partner (and best friend), “Fine. You caught me. I'm making an arrangement for the neighbors because I'm stupid and I'm gay. Happy?”

Mountain laughed, his amused laugh that was more of a large exhale out of his nose, and sat down on the bucket next to Dewdrop, beginning to set up another bouquet - one actually matching the spring design they had decided on weeks ago.

“By neighbors, I don't think you mean Mr. Peters next door?” He asked, playfully nudging Dewdrop in the side as he worked.

Dewdrop couldn’t help but smile, “It’s the stupid guy from the stupid tattoo parlor.”

...

And he was off across the street. Normal, non-SaleDay, Wednesdays were not busy, thankfully, but there were some tourists and locals perusing the streets, enjoying the warm, spring sun. Rain had to gently squeeze through a couple that was dawdling in front of the flower shop doors, barely noticing him through their passionate conversation. Once inside, he set his mind on finding one particular florist, with the long blonde hair, and the striking eyes and-

There he was. Dewdrop. Standing towards the back of the shop where the large ferns and fronds were. Rain’s breath caught in his throat.

It might have just been the sun. The way the morning light streamed through the window, illuminating Dewdrop’s warm face, brightening his silver and orange eyes, glowing on his blonde hair that was thrown up into a ponytail, exposing his slender neck and cutely pointed ears, glinting off all of his jewelry - he was captivating.

You're just horny, Rain tried to remind himself, but his heart beat was something else. 

“Dewdrop!” He called out as he walked across the store, only recognizing at his approach that he had interrupted a conversation. Dewdrop turned quickly when he heard his name, and Rain couldn’t help but notice how his face lit up, a smile taking its place on his lips. The man he had been talking to did not seem quite as thrilled. Oops. 

...

Dewdrop palms grew moist despite the chill, and he quickly rose to his knees, wiping his hands on his thighs, “Rain, I… wanted to talk to you.”

“I don't really want to talk to you right now.” 

Dewdrop blinked, flinching like a smack to the face. Had he ever heard Rain utter that sentence before? Had Rain ever turned him away? 

Dewdrop’s body thrummed with the urge to run, legs like springs, itching to jump up and turn around. 

Rain waited for you.

He clenched his fist at his side, “Please, I just-”

“Not now, Dew.” Rain cut. His pose tensed further, shoulders to his ears. 

“I need to tell you-”

“I don't want to hear it. Please, go inside.” Rain’s voice stung, though it remained level. Dewdrop had always admired that, his quiet anger, “I want to be alone.” 

But Rain had the habit of isolating. Where Dewdrop bit, and made his anger another’s problem, Rain only punished himself. The sour scent was tinted with heavy salt, like tears on your tongue. 

“I'm not going anywhere,” Dewdrop replied quietly, voice almost a whisper, “If you don't want to talk right now, I respect that, but I'm here.”

A quiet chuckle reached his ears, and Dewdrop’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. 

“ Now you're here,” Rain said, smiling around the words, though the tone told Dewdrop it was anything but a happy one, “Why does it always take you so long?”

It was warm and Dewdrop was dreaming. It was a good dream, one he didn't want to wake up from. Pleasant, warm, sensual - Rain as the main feature; his soft, cool hands and his hot mouth dancing across Dewdrop’s skin, his sweet scent thick in the air - he thought it wasn’t possible to smell in dreams, but it was a nice surprise, and even his skin tingled with Rain’s touches. 

There were birds outside, seagulls, and they should have been annoying, but Dewdrop felt too good to mind. A deep, full breath. The smell of perfectly intertwined campfire and salt, sweet and smoky, like a candle he could never get enough of. The dream kept playing as he breathed.

He really, really, did not want to wake up, but the world was pushing at him anyway.

Light was streaming in through the window, beckoning Dewdrop to open his eyes as it always did, but he pushed against it. Closed them tighter as he curled into the softness beside him. He’d never felt so… peaceful, like he was being held in complete safety, blankets pooled  at his waist, the sensation of the fabric tickling his bare legs.