The clouds are upset and angry today, and they are crying so very hard, pounding on the roof of the apartment like a child stomping their feet during a tantrum. Vajra finds Asura staring at the clouds' tears out the window again, and he couldn't help but sigh. His three eyed lover was whimpering, and holding his legs tightly- Vajra knows there's something wrong with him. He doesn't hesitate to confront Asura, and taps his shoulder.
"What's wrong?" He asks, and Asura just shrugs sadly.
"Everything is just wrong."
His voice is gloomy, scared, and defeated. Vajra tsked. He had dealt with Asura's little moments many times before. He can do it many times again.
"Now that won't do."
"What?" Asura looks up from his legs, and Vajra pulls his lover up, and begins to pull him across the room, and out the door.
"The clouds are crying, did you know that?" He asks.
"No. That's an odd metaphor for rain, Vajra."
"But it's a meaningful metaphor." He says. Asura shakily nods.
"I guess so…."
Vajra smiles, and closes the front door behind them. They are outside, under a tree that is protecting them from rain. His hand tightly holds Asura's. "Just because they are upset, doesn't mean you have to be."
"I-"
"Dance with me, Asura." Vajra looks at him with loving eyes, and Asura doesn't dare say anything else afterwards, because soon the two are dancing in the clouds' tears like idiots, and even though it's so cliche, Vajra can't help but feel happy.
Because, fuck cliche.