It Will Rain was originally intended to be a stand-alone piece. But when my Master reviewed it and mentioned something about the howling wind and snow creeping in through the wall…I got this mental image and the bunnies returned…so I ended up with another one, lol. But I like it. Anyway, hope you like it too.
It Will Snow
A week ago, our roles were reversed, weren't they? But a lot of things can change in a week. A week ago it was raining. Now it snows.
It had swept through one of the villages before I inadvertently brought it here. It's not all that dangerous, only a handful of people have died from it really. The very young or the very old or the very weak. However, it's not pleasant, I know that first hand. Just to be in the same room with someone who's sick means likely you'll be sick within a few days.
I absently run my fingers through his dark hair, messing it up even more. He does the same to me when I am wounded or ill. His head lays in my lap, the blankets pulled up to his chest, with his wounded arm gently placed on top. I slowly reach to touch the bandage again. I did this...I was sick, so he looked after me. And in return now he lays in his own bed, wandering the same fevered dreams that I did.
He starts coughing again and I pull him up, holding him the way he held me. "Shh..don't fight it," I whisper to him. I can feel the warmth radiating under his clothes. It's colder in here, it always has been, and he shivers. I pull him closer.
"Lancelot..." he gasps as the coughing finally leaves his chest alone.
"I'm here," I answer, "Rest, it'll be over soon."
We stay that way, our roles reversed. I hold him this time, instead of him holding me. My back lays against the cold stone wall, but he still keeps me warm. "Arthur..." I whisper to his ear in my native tongue, his forehead rests against mine, "Forgive me...rest and get better. You have no rain to listen to...but when you are better, we can see the snow."
I feel him smile slightly, nestling into my arms. I know he can't understand what I say, just as I can't understand his Latin. But I think he doesn't need to understand.
The wind howls by the window and I can feel the elements pounding on the wall behind me. The cold has become alive and slowly seeps through the walls, but it never touches us. We can't hear the rain because it's not raining anymore. It will snow.