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Tap tap.
The motion of rain—and the static patience of a gentle man.
Il Capitano stood still, unweathered, under the shelter of a reassuring patio roof. Although the dilapidation would say otherwise, he thought the blue-grey shadows the structure had provided were more than enough.
As his weighted coat felt feathered-light in the rainy world, the soft pitter-pattering of her approaching footsteps reminded him once more of the weight of the world that had encased him. After all, his own dear *raindrop* had landed on him, slipped through the cracks of the dilapidated roof, and breached into his shelter. However, he would never publicly admit how flimsy of a roof he had hidden under, especially from her.
He remained ever unmoving, daring himself into a contracted cage of supposed restraint in the face of her. He won’t move, he thought, unless she makes the first—,
“Capitano…” she had murmured, as tranquil as the lakes in their distant homeland (and quite the opposite of his weathering and battering heart).
He could only move his head in tandem toward her uttered words, as swift and quiet as a barn owl’s flight. His body remained slightly angled towards the rainy world, still.
“A bit homesick, are we?” she continued.
He could only let the raindrops continue their elusive invasion upon his senses, as his ears only sang of rushing water and his heart was soaked too. The only thing in mind was this soft assault.
“You could say so.”
“Hmph”, she cast her eyes of mirth upon the outside world, “Missing the cold, what an odd man.”
“You would know well.” More, more. He swore he could hear the developments of a roaring storm.
That caught her attention. She gazed through his dark shield of a mask and was seen with a quirk at the end of her lips.
Never-ending. Never-ending. His heart’s dam is overwhelmed with the swelling of it all.
As a moth to a flame, he was magnetically bound to her. His flight knew of one destination, and it was to be by her side through the cold and hot.
She craned her neck upward, to the sight of a now impatient Captain. The newfound rush of water infected her senses and reasoning too.
For a moment, he stood still. So much so, that Atlas’s burden that comprised of carrying the world seemed to increase twofold from witnessing the two’s impasse.
Suddenly, he dived into the depths of the uncharted. His cold-masked lips found home on hers. His hands impulsively settled on her side, reassuringly and warm.
She stiffened, initially. Yet, she did not refuse his advances. She welcomed him into her fire-lit abode, further fueled by his hazy kisses. Their mutual unity of emotions invoked a soothing harmony between the two.
With the top of his metallic helmet dully stabbed into her forehead, she unexpectedly felt a singular raindrop gradually glide from his headpiece and transfer onto her head. A smooth run but unseen, solely felt by sensation. The cold rush was natural, yet exhilarating.
He did not expect a raindrop to breach his flimsy shelter with this much ease. He just couldn’t control the dilapidation she had caused within his weathered heart in the name of Her.