It was I actuallyraining.
He hadn't noticed it until he had found water spilling down his soaked hair and slipping into his line of vision, blurring already hazy gray eyes and making it a little too hard to see the man standing in front of him.
How long had it been? Nine years? Maybe eight?
He'd lost track.
That didn't really matter, though, did it? Not anymore.
"Squall." That name was foreign on thin lips, and it took him time to adjust to that voice saying that dead man's name and dragging up I those memories that he had fought to keep sealed away. There was a numb moment where he shook his head, and his eyes darted away from the blonde to stare at moist brick, fixated on the scene.
He never knew that it rained in Traverse Town.
"Cloud."
He had to say it out loud, just to reassure himself. It was hard to tell, sometimes, if things were really happening or not. On occasions, when he had spent too much time training and had been alone for too long, he'd remember, and would think he would catch a glimpse of blue eyes and blonde hair out of the corner of his gaze. Nothing had ever come of that.
He wanted to make sure that this wasn't just a phantom as well.
"Been a long time."
"Yeah."
There was a moment of tensed silence, where neither dared to speak.
And the dam broke.
And in a swift flash of blood he was pressed flush against the wall at his back, an icy grip locked with his and a warm, open mouth pushed up against his tightly drawn lips to crush the air out of his lungs.
And he didn't really care that it was raining any more.
This was a giftfic for cloudychan over on LJ, with the themes of rain and... well, smut. So I cut out the smut. I couldn't fit it into a drabble. :D