This was ironic, I wrote this during an actual thunderstorm.
3. (Sun) Lightning
Gabriel stared out the window in disbelief as he watched the heavy rain pelt the ground and low thunder rumble through the sky.
His garden wouldn’t survive this storm.
White light scattered through the sky, indicating the storm was indeed worsening and he sighed. Summer storms had never been his favorite.
“Gabriel, the meteorologists say the storm will probably knock out power so we should start preparing for that.”
Vivienne’s voice bounced off the walls, due to the emptiness of the halls and Gabriel took this chance to back away from the window. He contemplated going to look for her but he knew she’d come find him.
She always did.
As he expected, it wasn’t long before he heard Vivienne’s footsteps approaching him and he smiled to himself.
Vivienne held up a flashlight and shook it in front of Gabriel. “The flashlights don’t have batteries,” she pointed out. Gabriel’s smile left his face.
“Vivienne….I thought I told you about buying batteries last week.”
Vivienne bit her lower lip and looked down at her bare feet. “I forgot,” she mumbled softly.
Gabriel refrained from saying what was going through his mind exactly and ran his fingers through his dark locks.
“It’s fine, I’ll just ask Charlotte to go pick some up tomorrow for me.”
Vivienne nodded her head, as if she agreed with his decision and she looked up at Gabriel. His blue eyes darted around the dim room, avoiding her attempt to lock eyes with him.
She wanted to question Gabriel, she wanted answers from him, but it never seemed like she would get her answers.
“Is there something you want to say to me,” he asked, still not looking at her.
Vivienne opened her mouth to say something but the sudden flood of darkness in the room stopped her. The lightning outside split the sky in two, lit the house for a few brief seconds before darkness filled the room once again.
“I don’t have to see you to know that you’re still looking at me.”
“There’s nothing to worry about, I don’t have anything to say,” she finally said. Vivienne hoped he didn’t hear the change of her tone.
A clap of thunder made Vivienne jump a few steps back and she felt Gabriel’s clammy fingers wrap around her wrist.
“It’s dark, you should be careful,” Gabriel said in a particularly interesting tone. It was one of compassion and warmness, unlike the serious and sarcastic tones he typically used with Vivienne.
Vivienne nodded her head, forgetting Gabriel could barely see her, and she went about silently analyzing him. Gabriel was usually warm to her touch, but his fingers had just been cold and sweaty.
Was he nervous? She was sure he held Charlotte’s hand on a daily basis. Had she caught him off guard? That couldn’t be it, Gabriel was on his A game always. Or perhaps was he having troubles with Charlotte? That seemed a likely cause. That would explain why he reacted oddly when she brought her up the other day. But then why would he mention her doing something for her earlier? Vivienne shook her head to dismiss her thoughts.
Those were questions for another day.