#eclipse week 2025

The droplets pitter patter against the window, unrelenting and threatening to flood the streets. The sky is grey and the noise is overwhelming, mother nature demanding attention; the attention that it craves to have after all the labor of love she's provided. It's beautiful.

Not a single thought could be heard over the treacherous weather beating against the building.

Sun would have remembered the times when he feared the rain, terrified of when it was particularly stormy. They'd jump at even the smallest crackle of thunder in the distance. A single power outage would have caused ruin to all those he swore to protect; hands jittering, afraid to touch anyone.

Nevermind all the generators, without them preemptively running due to lazy staff, even a second of the lights out would spell disaster. He taught his little friends to hide hide hide away in the play structures, hoping they'd be smart enough to remember his aptly named game of “Generators” if the lights went out.

Moon would have remembered the times when rain was a reprieve. Not many families came in on rainy days, which meant less children in the pizza plex, thus, practically no victims on such days. The Virus would be quiet, uncaring of what they'd do with no poor soul locked in the building.

He'd scuttle about the building to follow his security protocols, but at the times when no one cared, when each room was checked… They’d hug near the roof, even entering vents to get as close as possible to the outside, just to hear the wet smacks from the other side. The sound spelt peace.

Eclipse doesn't know how to feel about the rain personally.

It's been so long since he was Sun. Since he was Moon. Conjoined into one, trying to get used to the splits of their AI merging back together. Being outside of the pizza plex was enough of a hurdle to overcome.

He doesn't fear the rain, but he's not exactly comfortable with it either. The power going out would be more of an tiny annoyance, the internet no longer available to keep him and you entertained. The biggest comfort of rainy days are just because they keep his beloved inside longer with him, nothing exactly for himself, though he supposes reminiscing isn't always bad.

On rainy days like these, Eclipse found the best thing he could do was watch.

He'll admire the racing droplets running down the windowpane for Moon.

He'll keep inside and dry, a safe and warm comfort for Sun.

And for himself, he'll wait for you to join him, mug in hand. Hot cocoa to keep you warm as you cuddle against their distorted casing.

You once told him the way he acts is so nostalgic, comparing their rapt attention to childhood memories of being stuck in a car, betting on which raindrop would be faster as it danced across the door window.

Thinking of such things makes him giggle. He adores hearing of your childish side. Such a whimsical view of things…

That is another thing that makes him so unlike Sun and Moon. Unlike them, he has you.

You'd place your mug on the windowsill he crowds, before crawling up against him on the couch with a thick wool blanket to keep the warmth between the two of you. Then, as snug as a bug in a rug, together you point out raindrops and bet on which one will win.

Eclipse learned to watch instead of listen, not because he couldn't, but he had the choice to.

He watched as his chosen champions won or lost. He watched as you sipped on your warm drink. He watched as you snuggled in, turning into his chest, sleepily denying your tired antics. He watched as you snored in his arms, taking the thought of rain away from him altogether.

Rain was nice, and it used to be of the utmost importance. Now, it's only important because you make it so.

Not a single worry or lingering sense of dread in sight.

Not even a drop.

Little doodle I made to be indulgent for the special day lololol: