Author's note: Prompt by sean's girl.


Storm

Cloud laughed as the rain slowly forced his hair flat against his skull, unconcerned with the way the wind made him stagger along the roof. He had eyes for nothing but the lightning illuminating the night. He'd been born during a storm like this and caught in the growing energy teasing sparks along his skin he felt more alive than any adrenaline rush could make him.

He knew Vincent was behind him, watching him with the confused amusement he always did. He knew the demon was shirtless as Cloud himself was, though for very different reasons. Cloud wanted to feel the rain, the wind and the raw energy dancing together against his skin. Vincent needed no such reminder of life and chaos.

Turning towards his brother for the first time since they came outside, Cloud flashed him a smile and leaned backwards, letting wind and gravity take hold and sweep him off the roof.

For a moment he felt weightless, helpless, lost in the storm. Then strong arms caught him, dark wings beating hard to raise them both high into the storm. Held to his brother's chest, lightning flashing all around them, and with a faint hum of magic keeping them from getting struck, Cloud felt like a child again. Innocent and carefree.