A.N: This fanfiction is based off of the teencast AU that seems to be popular. Zoethian pairing and no warnings. Thanks for reading!
- "Why, now blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard."– William Shakespeare
Light rain collided with Rythian's purple umbrella as he waited outside the large computing and engineering building of the campus. A bleak, ashen canopy hung over the town and cast down its drizzle to dampen everyone's day. Puddles had begun to gather themselves in pot holes and uneven path ways and large foliage no long provided suitable shelter to students trying to light a cigarette.
Rythian look a step back as he tried to escape the puddle forming around his tattered military boots. He hated getting wet and especially hated the rain. At least with bathing he could choose when he got wet but with rain, you can no choice but to grin and bear the cold, clammy disgust and shivers down your spine when rain droplets hit the top of your exposed neck. He shrugged further under his umbrella and glared at the fire door. He had agreed to wait for Zoeya after certain lectures but he was beginning to think such an agreement should include not having to come out on down cast days. He let out a sigh, his breath collecting in the air as steam from the cold of the rain before dispersing into nothing. He knew he couldn't just stand her up like a ditchable prom date, he would brave the sun or wind or anything for Zoeya, regardless how much damage it did to his perfectly styled and tousled hair. She had a fair few moments where she would vanish without a trace, come back with some ridiculous story about mushroom rebels and iron golems and things would simply pick up right where it was left off. Usually without a hitch.
Shuffling a little under the umbrella, Rythian zipped up his thick rain coat so the large collar drew tight in around his mouth and nose and masked his more sensitive features from the rain.
"Come on Zoey..." he said to himself, his fingers gripping tighter to the handle of the umbrella. He watched droplets gather on the helm of the umbrella before falling to the ground due to their collective weight. He watched them fall in defeat from their hubris with a grin.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. He clung to the plastic handle with his left hand and scrambled into his jean pocket with his right. With a few odd body motions and a small grunt, he freed his phone from his dark jeans and drew it up to his face. He squinted at the glowing screen, trying to make out the words. He released a disgruntled sigh. It was Zoeya.
"Zoey, where are you?" He pressed with a slight hint of worry in his tone.
"Er...Romeo, Romeo, I'm requesting a pick up." came Zoeya's voice through the receiver as Rythian pressed it to his cold ear.
"Tell me your coordinates Juliet." Rythian chucked and began trekking down the wet tile path. He weaved in and out to avoid standing in puddles despite wearing his boots. He kept close to the side of the red brick building, trying to shade himself further as he walked.
"Oh...Hm...I'm not sure Rythian. Oh gosh I'm lost- Rythian help oh gosh. Oh hey."
Rythian stood in front of Zoeya as they met at the corner of the building before hanging up the phone. She grinned up at him from under the hood of her bright red rain coat, her dyed red fringe hung over her face in rat tails from the rain and her mushroom print backpack that hung over her right shoulder was clearly soaked through. Despite this, she was still as bright and cheery as she always was. She jumped to his side and hooked her arm with his so they were both hidden from the world under Rythian's umbrella.
"Hey good lookin', what's cookin'?" she asked as they walked up the hill; arm in arm, and out of the campus.
"Oh you know, not a lot, just losing my mind and freaking out while you're not around." He shrugged and laughed, "The usual."
She grinned in response as they approached the main road and began marching up the street towards the campus halls. Rythian choose to stay silent during their journey. Sometimes he simply felt the need to just remain quiet and enjoy the atmosphere when he was around Zoeya. She had no issue with filling the silence it seemed, so he always left her to do all the talking. It was very calming and almost meditative for him. He preferred to listen to her voice than his own droning on about something he hoped she found interesting.
Cars streaked pass and spluttered water up behind them. Zoeya took pleasure in stomping in puddle that formed in the cracks and indents of the tiled street while she described every detail of her day. Rythian grimaced as the filthy water droplets scarred his jeans, soaked through to his skin and caused the hairs on his legs to stand up.
"So then Barry told me about the rebels and...Oh golly I forgot but I'm going out later with Duncan, we're going to The Laboratory to talk about science and computers and stuff."
Rythian scoffed to himself. Duncan may be one of the most intelligent minds of the Computing course but he wasn't the smartest. What he lacked in substance he tried to make up in intellect. He was obsessed with his growth and power than he was the happiness of others, besides his own of course. He wanted to master each aspect of each subject but in doing so he missed out on a lot of important aspects with Rythian found laughable.
"Wouldn't you rather cheat on science with magic? I'm more fun anyway." he boosted with a grin, raising an eyebrow at her suggestively.
"We're doing a group project together and we have to share notes!" she responded, elbowing him in the side with a small laugh. Rythian faked a wince and shot a faux glare at her earning a wide grin from Zoeya.
"I'm sure that's not all he wants to share..." he grumbled with a grin, tightening his arm around hers. "Just make sure he doesn't sway you with any booze, you know how you are with the drink."
"Oh come on Ryth! I only spent four hours playing 'the leaver game' with Tee in serious silence!"
Rythian sighed and laughed softly under his breath as they approached Zoeya's shared house. "Fair enough." He told her as he walked her to the door, making sure she stays sheltered from anymore rain. She stood in the porch of her house and tugged down her hood. The front of her hair was drenched while the back remained completely dry. She pulled her long red hair out from under her coat and tightened the scrunchie that held back her tangled locks. She looked up at the clouds, her brows furrowed in worry.
"Ryth, you think there'll be a thunder and lightnight storm?" She questioned slowly, as if her words had the power to alter the events of the day.
Rythian stared up at the sombre sky and pursed his lips in thought; he shrugged and turned back to her.
"It's hard to tell." He told her, watching the rain water sputter forth from the plastic drain pipes attached to the house and into the dirty gutter below. He had a terrible feeling is his gut that this barrage from above of water was the beginnings of a terrible storm. It made him feel very uncomfortable in leaving Zoeya by herself but he attempted to reassure himself that she would be with the 'great and almighty' Duncan so he would keep her safe. Or so he assumed.
Zoeya and Rythian shared a soggy good bye hug before she scurried inside to dry off and freshen up as Rythian turned and made his way back to his own apartment to grab a much needed towel and a warm cup of coffee.
"Why, now blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard."– William Shakespeare
Light rain collided with Rythian's purple umbrella as he waited outside the large computing and engineering building of the campus. A bleak, ashen canopy hung over the town and cast down its drizzle to dampen everyone's day. Puddles had begun to gather themselves in pot holes and uneven path ways and large foliage no long provided suitable shelter to students trying to light a cigarette.
Rythian look a step back as he tried to escape the puddle forming around his tattered military boots. He hated getting wet and especially hated the rain. At least with bathing he could choose when he got wet but with rain, you can no choice but to grin and bear the cold, clammy disgust and shivers down your spine when rain droplets hit the top of your exposed neck. He shrugged further under his umbrella and glared at the fire door. He had agreed to wait for Zoeya after certain lectures but he was beginning to think such an agreement should include not having to come out on down cast days. He let out a sigh, his breath collecting in the air as steam from the cold of the rain before dispersing into nothing. He knew he couldn't just stand her up like a ditchable prom date, he would brave the sun or wind or anything for Zoeya, regardless how much damage it did to his perfectly styled and tousled hair. She had a fair few moments where she would vanish without a trace, come back with some ridiculous story about mushroom rebels and iron golems and things would simply pick up right where it was left off. Usually without a hitch.
Shuffling a little under the umbrella, Rythian zipped up his thick rain coat so the large collar drew tight in around his mouth and nose and masked his more sensitive features from the rain.
"Come on Zoey..." he said to himself, his fingers gripping tighter to the handle of the umbrella. He watched droplets gather on the helm of the umbrella before falling to the ground due to their collective weight. He watched them fall in defeat from their hubris with a grin.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. He clung to the plastic handle with his left hand and scrambled into his jean pocket with his right. With a few odd body motions and a small grunt, he freed his phone from his dark jeans and drew it up to his face. He squinted at the glowing screen, trying to make out the words. He released a disgruntled sigh. It was Zoeya.
"Zoey, where are you?" He pressed with a slight hint of worry in his tone.
"Er...Romeo, Romeo, I'm requesting a pick up." came Zoeya's voice through the receiver as Rythian pressed it to his cold ear.
"Tell me your coordinates Juliet." Rythian chucked and began trekking down the wet tile path. He weaved in and out to avoid standing in puddles despite wearing his boots. He kept close to the side of the red brick building, trying to shade himself further as he walked.
"Oh...Hm...I'm not sure Rythian. Oh gosh I'm lost- Rythian help oh gosh. Oh hey."
Rythian stood in front of Zoeya as they met at the corner of the building before hanging up the phone. She grinned up at him from under the hood of her bright red rain coat, her dyed red fringe hung over her face in rat tails from the rain and her mushroom print backpack that hung over her right shoulder was clearly soaked through. Despite this, she was still as bright and cheery as she always was. She jumped to his side and hooked her arm with his so they were both hidden from the world under Rythian's umbrella.
"Hey good lookin', what's cookin'?" she asked as they walked up the hill; arm in arm, and out of the campus.
"Oh you know, not a lot, just losing my mind and freaking out while you're not around." He shrugged and laughed, "The usual."
She grinned in response as they approached the main road and began marching up the street towards the campus halls. Rythian choose to stay silent during their journey. Sometimes he simply felt the need to just remain quiet and enjoy the atmosphere when he was around Zoeya. She had no issue with filling the silence it seemed, so he always left her to do all the talking. It was very calming and almost meditative for him. He preferred to listen to her voice than his own droning on about something he hoped she found interesting.
Cars streaked pass and spluttered water up behind them. Zoeya took pleasure in stomping in puddle that formed in the cracks and indents of the tiled street while she described every detail of her day. Rythian grimaced as the filthy water droplets scarred his jeans, soaked through to his skin and caused the hairs on his legs to stand up.
"So then Barry told me about the rebels and...Oh golly I forgot but I'm going out later with Duncan, we're going to The Laboratory to talk about science and computers and stuff."
Rythian scoffed to himself. Duncan may be one of the most intelligent minds of the Computing course but he wasn't the smartest. What he lacked in substance he tried to make up in intellect. He was obsessed with his growth and power than he was the happiness of others, besides his own of course. He wanted to master each aspect of each subject but in doing so he missed out on a lot of important aspects with Rythian found laughable.
"Wouldn't you rather cheat on science with magic? I'm more fun anyway." he boosted with a grin, raising an eyebrow at her suggestively.
"We're doing a group project together and we have to share notes!" she responded, elbowing him in the side with a small laugh. Rythian faked a wince and shot a faux glare at her earning a wide grin from Zoeya.
"I'm sure that's not all he wants to share..." he grumbled with a grin, tightening his arm around hers. "Just make sure he doesn't sway you with any booze, you know how you are with the drink."
"Oh come on Ryth! I only spent four hours playing 'the leaver game' with Tee in serious silence!"
Rythian sighed and laughed softly under his breath as they approached Zoeya's shared house. "Fair enough." He told her as he walked her to the door, making sure she stays sheltered from anymore rain. She stood in the porch of her house and tugged down her hood. The front of her hair was drenched while the back remained completely dry. She pulled her long red hair out from under her coat and tightened the scrunchie that held back her tangled locks. She looked up at the clouds, her brows furrowed in worry.
"Ryth, you think there'll be a thunder and lightnight storm?" She questioned slowly, as if her words had the power to alter the events of the day.
Rythian stared up at the sombre sky and pursed his lips in thought; he shrugged and turned back to her.
"It's hard to tell." He told her, watching the rain water sputter forth from the plastic drain pipes attached to the house and into the dirty gutter below. He had a terrible feeling is his gut that this barrage from above of water was the beginnings of a terrible storm. It made him feel very uncomfortable in leaving Zoeya by herself but he attempted to reassure himself that she would be with the 'great and almighty' Duncan so he would keep her safe. Or so he assumed.
Zoeya and Rythian shared a soggy good bye hug before she scurried inside to dry off and freshen up as Rythian turned and made his way back to his own apartment to grab a much needed towel and a warm cup of coffee.