Disclaimer: I don't own these character's, Ron Moore and Co. do, but they said I could play with them so here you go.
Rating: PG
Prayer for a Drought
It always begins the same way. Darkness. A blanket of black so deep, that it would lull him into the security of hiding, if all his senses weren't screaming at him, 'Your world is ending in the space unseen.'
Heat blossoms across his closed eye lids with such intensity that he swears the sight he cannot look upon is burned into the flesh. Despite the veil between reality and refusal, his mind's eye interprets the vibrant swirls of orange, red, and yellow drawn against those thin canvases of skin. It seems a lifetime before they fade.
On some level, he knows that he's screaming. It's primal and loud, but he cannot hear it. All his raw pleadings are a mere whisper compared to the sound of the rain. He grows quiet with the realization that the light smatterings of debris against his canopy are little bits of her. She has become nothing but the rain.
That's when his eyes finally open and he realizes only a moment has passed. He blinks and she's gone all over again.
It attacks without warning, intermittent and indifferent to the hour of day, but always when he blinks.
When he helps Sam off the deck, he can feel a few drops.
After handing his commission back to his father, he can almost hear his boots squish in the puddle forming at his feet.
Testifying at Batlar's trial, he can hear thunder striking, drowning out the sound of the judge's gavel.
Flying a viper into the fray, he's wading through flood waters, but he blinks again and a ray of sunshine is at his wing. Their onslaught is a force of nature the cylons can only withdraw from.
When he lands on the deck, he can see her sauntering over and he knows that if he can just hold her in his arms, he'll never hear the rain again.
Author's Note: I've had this rattling around my brain for a couple weeks and it's taking up creative space that I need to finish my other WIP's. I don't usually do drabbles, so I'd love to know what you think about this little tidbit. In any event...thanks for letting me clear out my head space. Cheers!