It's another BunnyxTooth one, all from our favourite Pooka's POV because damn me he loves that little lady. Poor thing. I hope you like it :) Please review!
Ebullient, adj
- overflowing with fervour, enthusiasm, or excitement
In Bunny's professional opinion, he could not be friends with someone who wasn't a fan of thunderstorms. When the rain beat down so hard upon that ground that it seemed to beat it's own rhythm for a war, and the sky darkened to colours mystifyingly darker than black, when the thunder clapped so loudly it was like Gods of old were applauding the oncoming downpour, and lightening flashed so suddenly, so fleetingly and so brightly it could be seen as a flash from some murderous steel weapon it made you blink and wonder if you were the next to feel the electric rush if you stayed out in the windy battlefield. He loved the terror and adrenaline that coursed through him, but most of all he loved waiting until the storm had passed, and he could smell the green in the grass and every breeze that wafted past. Everything seemed re-energised, renewed, fresher and more alive.
There was a calm in the air that made him lust for another storm, just to see how vivid the colours could become and how overwhelming the scents of the flowers could be.
It was on one such occasion when he was sat with Toothiana in a lush green field in central England, talking quietly about whatever topic came to mind that he heard the sky rumble, and watched the clouds roll in over the horizon. When the rain gushed down and all the other animals in the wilderness ran for cover, he looked at his feathered companion.
"What should we do?" he asked.
"Run," she laughed, the rain already coating her feathers which only seemed to make her shimmer.
So that's what they did. Tooth – for the first time in a long time – felt her feet pound the floor as they dashed to the trees, Bunny going considerably slower than his norm, but still feeling the blood rush through his veins. They rocketed through the tall grass that whipped their legs as violently as the wind whipped their backs, splashing through the fresh mud until their ankles wore matching coats of brown and tripping on sticks and branches they were too preoccupied to notice were there. She took the lead, and bunny started to lose his sprint. But then Tooth looked back, stopped and waited for him to catch up.
She never said a word as he caught up to her, her eyes twinkled mischievously, teasing him, as if she were asking if he were tired already though it was her chest that was heaving. He could only manage a grin as she took his hand and they took off again, breaking through the sheet of water to find solace in the shelter the branches and leaves provided, shaking themselves dry before they huddled together and watched the sky do battle with light and dark.
Long after the running did Bunny notice his heart was still pounding, and looking down at the little fairy cuddled against his damp fur beside him did he realise that it was definitely because of her. He knew long ago he loved her, but had tried so hard to repress those feelings. He still wouldn't say anything, for fear of ruining what they had. But he decided in those seconds that he didn't care if anyone else liked thunderstorms or not, it only mattered that they had shared this one.