A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! This isn't very Chirstmas-y. It's actually a little sad. But I'm a little bit stumped on my other story, so I decided to post this. Lately I've been reading CP Coulter's "Dalton". It's amazing. I strongly suggest reading it if you haven't yet. Here is a little fic centred on Julian. I'm not sure if this idea has been used yet, but this was just from my little burst of inspiration I had this morning.
Disclaimer: CP Coulter owns all characters.
Rain
Twinkling, reflective spots of blue fall from the sky at a slight angle. Julian looks up to the sky, feeling the soft droplets of water running down his face. His hair is damp and even though he has a coat on, by now his clothes are completely soaked; not exactly something the average person would enjoy. But if anyone were to ask Julian why he liked the rain so much, he would have many reasons.
The first was the calmness. There never seemed to be any at Stuart. The taps of the water hitting the ground made hearing anything else from the distance a challenge. It made it easy to think. Thinking, especially about a few distinct issues, was not always something Julian really wanted to do. But sometimes it was simply necessary.
Then there was the way that the water seemed to cleanse him, momentarily rinsing his problems away. Of course, nobody could ever be completely new. Nobody could ever be discharged off worries, fears, and emotions. Although sometimes they just don't seem so crucial anymore.
Third was the clarity. Everything seemed so clear when there was nobody else around to differ from whatever his thoughts were. Any idea just seemed a little bit more perspicuous when thought up on one's own.
There was also the memories. The first time his parents fought Julian was deeply concerned, so he went outside and stood in the rain. It blocked out the threats, the curse words, and the occasional rude comment about him. He stayed in his sanctuary for half an hour, watching the silhouettes of his parents arguing away inside.
There was another reason too, but it wasn't one that Julian would ever tell to someone: In the rain nobody could see that he was crying.