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Storm Watch
VictoireLorcan
Bluebell, fireworks
Victoire always sat on the porch during a storm. She would sit at the very edge of her seat, her delicate chin in her hand, watching bursts of white light up the sky and gasp just a bit whenever she heard a clap of thunder. And while she was on storm watch, Lorcan watched her. It used to confuse him whenever he saw her sitting there with her eyes wide, her lips parted, watching the storm with all the intensity of a little kid watching a fireworks display. And it took him a while but eventually, he got it.
Victoire was the storm. She was all emotion, she burned with it, burned with love and hate, burned with jealousy at being eternally overshadowed by her beautiful mother, burned with desire to be the best, burned with drive and determination. She would start out small, a shout or two (a clap of thunder), then her eyes would flash dangerously (a burst of lightning), and then she would explode (water, water everywhere, overflowing in the gutter and drowning the bluebells and hydrangeas in the garden, drowning everything). And sometimes, when Victoire wasn't home, Lorcan would find himself on storm watch, watching another version of her carve its path of destruction (and life).
Lorcan was always sure to let Victoire have some time alone as water fell all around her but at the very end of the storm, when he could tell it was just about over, he would go out to the porch and scoop her up in his arms and he held onto his little storm cloud as they watched her tear apart the skies.