#securvs

                                                         ⟦     BEATING OF DROPLETS upon the windowpane has awoken him,   blurred orbs adjusting to grogginess    &   exhaustion gazing towards the melodic noise,   smile beaming.   rain is his favorite weather,   the way it sounds,  relaxing neurons that are constantly on edge despite having someone that HELPS with such demons now;    it still provides a soothing relief to the stress regardless.   thus;  despite clark’s protests in staying within satin sheets,   bucky can’t    —-   a true SIN to humanity if he simply goes back to sleep within the warming embrace of his boyfriend,   allowing the rain to wash past them completely unnoticed.    maybe this is childish behavior,   odd,   for someone to care so much about RAIN but    —-   he does,  he always will,   washing away of the earth’s demons  much like he hopes it could erase his own,  even for a few moments.   with a small groan of complaint vibrating within hoarse throat,   boxer-covered frame ejects itself from the salvation of bed-sheets,   scarred bronzed skin exposed as bare feet pad upon the carpeted flooring,  destination bound for the window.  seconds before metallic  &   fleshy digits are palmed upon the glass,   smile ever widening as vision inhales the heavy downpour that occurs outside.                                                            ❛  —-   NO,   NO.   I can’t miss this     –   i wish it could rain all the time.  ❜ ⟧

                                                         ⟦     THE FIRST SNEEZE of the day had startled bucky,   the second ??   concern rippling within fractured nerves,   the possibilities that perhaps connor harnessed a cold   or something similar raging in neurons;   yet the twentieth of the day coupling an excuse over allergies ??   now it just makes sense,   along with being undeniably CUTE.    the blush that coats upon the tip of his boyfriend’s nose,   the rosy cheeks,   the slight lisp that injects into allergy-ridden profile     —-   perhaps it is moronic for the soldier to smile over plaguing hay-fever but it dances none-the-less,   reminding him of a small punk from the forties that had exactly the same problem.   ❰    he was cute too;  bucky guesses it runs in the allergy-doused generation.  ❱   with a quaint chuckle pricking atmosphere,   calloused digits lean over towards the tissue box upon the living room counter,  one,  two,  three bound in his grasp before extending them towards connor.                                                            ❛  —-   I REALLY SHOULDN’T find you adorable,  should i.  ❜ ⟧

                                                         ⟦  HE COULD DO that,   allowing himself the displeasure of walking inside the abode,   dry as a bone without a singular droplet of rain upon essence;   much like his boyfriend,   but what would be the FUN in that ??   the water gushing from heavy clouds beats manically upon bronzed skin,   the inflections of bright lights flashing within the sky evidence to the STORM on the horizon;   it’s chilly,   goose-bumps littering upon his exposed skin   &   yet,  bucky doesn’t care.   how can he ??   this is a moment where he feels undeniably    —-    FREE;   the beating of cold that patters upon his skin,   the refreshment of nature.    arms stretch out as profile gazes upwards towards the dousing,  gloomy abyss whilst beaming smile imprints itself strong.   why would he come inside,  when it’s simply AMAZING among the rain ??                                                            ❛  —-   BUT IT’S SO beautiful out here !!  y’should come feel !!  ❜ ⟧