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bedesSummary: Growing up in such a way that even a slight rain could you or hurt someone you cared about, of course, had a negative affect on Crow. Luckily, he has Luke to hold on to.
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Bad weather invoked bad anxiety in most people. And, for Crow, his anxiety was worse than most when it came to anything worse than clear weather.
He grew up with him, his friends, and his family all in weak houses. So, even a weak rain could cause him to worry; would everyone’s roof stay? Was everyone warm? Would they be alright if they caught a cold? More than once, Crow woke up to rain leaking through his roof, and landing onto his face, or just from being cold when a cold front went over the town. That was unfortunate, because he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, fearing that everyone he cared about was going through the same, if not worse.
That was just for light things, like soft rain and changes in temperature... Things like hail, thunderstorms, flooding, and hurricanes were a million times worse.
Even if all of his friends were safe now... Even if he was in a stable house, with a heater and a solid roof... It still carried over. That anxiety, that worry, that sickening sense of ‘what if?’ With each rumble of thunder, Crow’s immediate first thought still jumped to if everyone he cared about was safe, and what would he do if he lost them...
Luke was usually the one to curl up to Crow as they slept, but for tonight, as the rain pounded against their roof and lightning filled the room with brightness through the window, Crow buried his face in Luke’s chest. He didn’t say anything; he never did when it thundered like this. But his body language showed his tenseness. He had his arms wrapped tight around Luke’s middle, was hiding against him, and, even if he tried to steady it, he was trembling just slightly. Luke didn’t say anything, either, to not overstimulate Crow. He simply held him close, and ran his hand gently through his husband’s hair. (He had grown it out long ago; during the day, he wore it in a low ponytail, but, when in bed, like this, he let it down.)
There was another crack of thunder, and Luke felt Crow flinch. It was as if the thunder had struck him, or he had watched it strike someone he loved. Luke pressed a soft kiss to Crow’s temple, not saying anything, but he could feel Crow relax a little bit afterwards. He even felt a soft, warm breath from a small sigh on his chest.
A few moments later, Luke began to notice that Crow was trying to match their breathing, and he smiled to himself. He knew that Crow listened to his breathing and heartbeat for comfort, which is why he liked to be close to Luke’s chest when he was scared like this. He wondered if this was Crow’s way of stopping himself from hyperventilating? Just in case, Luke deepened his breathing purposely, and Crow, indeed, matched it. It hitched for a moment when thunder came again, but it immediately went back to imitating Luke’s. A lungful in, then out.
Luke, as much as he disliked thunder himself, found the rain sounds against the roof quite relaxing, and he had to fight to stay awake. He refused to sleep, to leave Crow alone with his fears... Not until Crow’s deep breathing evened out completely, into a sweet, soft snore.
First Chapter | Masterpost (for more information) | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter
Bad weather invoked bad anxiety in most people. And, for Crow, his anxiety was worse than most when it came to anything worse than clear weather.
He grew up with him, his friends, and his family all in weak houses. So, even a weak rain could cause him to worry; would everyone’s roof stay? Was everyone warm? Would they be alright if they caught a cold? More than once, Crow woke up to rain leaking through his roof, and landing onto his face, or just from being cold when a cold front went over the town. That was unfortunate, because he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, fearing that everyone he cared about was going through the same, if not worse.
That was just for light things, like soft rain and changes in temperature... Things like hail, thunderstorms, flooding, and hurricanes were a million times worse.
Even if all of his friends were safe now... Even if he was in a stable house, with a heater and a solid roof... It still carried over. That anxiety, that worry, that sickening sense of ‘what if?’ With each rumble of thunder, Crow’s immediate first thought still jumped to if everyone he cared about was safe, and what would he do if he lost them...
Luke was usually the one to curl up to Crow as they slept, but for tonight, as the rain pounded against their roof and lightning filled the room with brightness through the window, Crow buried his face in Luke’s chest. He didn’t say anything; he never did when it thundered like this. But his body language showed his tenseness. He had his arms wrapped tight around Luke’s middle, was hiding against him, and, even if he tried to steady it, he was trembling just slightly. Luke didn’t say anything, either, to not overstimulate Crow. He simply held him close, and ran his hand gently through his husband’s hair. (He had grown it out long ago; during the day, he wore it in a low ponytail, but, when in bed, like this, he let it down.)
There was another crack of thunder, and Luke felt Crow flinch. It was as if the thunder had struck him, or he had watched it strike someone he loved. Luke pressed a soft kiss to Crow’s temple, not saying anything, but he could feel Crow relax a little bit afterwards. He even felt a soft, warm breath from a small sigh on his chest.
A few moments later, Luke began to notice that Crow was trying to match their breathing, and he smiled to himself. He knew that Crow listened to his breathing and heartbeat for comfort, which is why he liked to be close to Luke’s chest when he was scared like this. He wondered if this was Crow’s way of stopping himself from hyperventilating? Just in case, Luke deepened his breathing purposely, and Crow, indeed, matched it. It hitched for a moment when thunder came again, but it immediately went back to imitating Luke’s. A lungful in, then out.
Luke, as much as he disliked thunder himself, found the rain sounds against the roof quite relaxing, and he had to fight to stay awake. He refused to sleep, to leave Crow alone with his fears... Not until Crow’s deep breathing evened out completely, into a sweet, soft snore.
