Author Notes: Another ficlet. More Koschei/Theta. Not entirely happy with it, but whatcha gonna do? R&R appreciated.
Thunderstorm
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He remembered the storms on Gallifrey, the roll of brontide and heavy downpours. It wasn't just the raw power he was attracted to. It was the chaos it brought with it. He would smile as his peers screamed and ran for shelter, an unstoppable force with the power to strike fear into many or simply strike them down. Its capability of true destruction was mesmerizing.
The heavy rain soaked their uniforms as they stood in silence, nothing but the steady rhythm of rainfall. A sudden, violent crack of lightning splintered across the sky and terrorized those around them, yet Theta and Koschei remained still in each other's presence, the weight of water in their hair and clothes. Thunder billowed out and across the dark, sinister clouds which hung above them and the vibrations of its force could be felt in the earth beneath them, the raw energy of its power.
The icy cold wind tousled them, yet they remained. The low rumbling disappeared into the distance, but they could sense the anticipation on the air, the scared silence of their peers. Electricity tore across the sky in a high pitched strike, disrupted those from their hiding places.
Glancing over at Theta, Koschei observed his calm, the deep breath he took as the smell of rain filled his senses. He liked the chaos, too. He could tell. He could see the beauty in it. Just as he hoped he would see the beauty in him, the darkness in him, his own capability of true destruction.
Theta liked the smell of rain and Koschei liked the sound of screams from his fellow classmates and yet here they were. Koschei was the storm and Theta was the calm after the storm. And that was the only way Koschei could describe Theta's scent, the overabundance of negative ions after a thunderstorm. That calm, peaceful feeling, centering him, a moment's contemplation after the storm.