I found this on my computer today hidden in my files and realized I completely forgot to upload this because I'm an idiot. Based on much younger versions of Aro and Caius, if it isn't clear.
[ Last fanfic for a while. I'm currently working on a much longer story that's already taking up most of my days, so I don't have a lot of time at the moment to be writing much else. But make sure to keep an eye out for that when it comes out.]
The rain lasts an entire day.
It's thick and heavy from the heat. The fabric of his tunic sticks to his skin. His hair damp as it clings to his cheeks. Tiny beads of moisture hang from the ends of his powdery lashes, flung off with the slightest movements only to be replaced by another a moment later.
Aro's lips taste like summer. Like a perfume of wild roses; of fruits, and balms that remind him of when he was a child. The leftover rain of a storm cascades down the bridge of his nose, before dripping down into open mouths.
The sun turns it's gaze; the cruel temperature unsympathetic even against their wintry skin. Within golden warmth, light bounces off their bodies, casting bouts of brilliant light to glisten around them alongside the sweet chimes of laughter.