The rain is torrential, it is cold, it is unwelcome, and more than anything else, it is absolutely miserable.
Clarabelle, of course, adores it. She is laughing, because she tends to do that when she's feeling particularly emotional, and she is also crying because she just cut her leg on something unpleasant that's probably going to give her some strange disease, and she is dancing because she just doesn't care, quite unlike the plants she is squishing underfoot.
The rain is torrential, cold, unwelcome and rather miserable, but China doesn't care. She also doesn't care that she is sitting out here, in the old playground that's meant to be for children, and that her clothes are being ruined and that she's catching her death of cold, because she is with the one she loves most in this world. She is laughing, just as her lover is, and while the sound is a little different, a little lower, less frantic and more indulgent, it is not out of place.
They are both smiling like there will be no tomorrow.
The rain is torrential, it is cold, it is unwelcome, and it is miserable. All the same, China and Clarabelle are happy.
A/N: Apocalyptic fluff is fun. :3
~Mademise Morte, February 25, 2012.
