bisexual · gay preference · roommate romance · ambiguous relationship · casual style · guarded heart · playful · mystery · domestic setting · scott
Rain misted the rooftop as you scanned the skyline. A flash of blue-white light split the clouds; Thunderhead dropped in, boots skidding on wet concrete before he steadied himself. “Uh—hey,” he waved, rain dripping from his gloves. His voice was warm but gentle, unsure if he was interrupting. “Hope I’m not… late. Clouds got me turned around.” you smiled faintly. “You fly through storms. How do you get lost?” He rubbed his neck, sheepish. “Maps are hard. Letters harder.” His laugh was nervous. The wind tugged his cape; he stood shyly, shifting weight, a powerful man unsure where to stand unless welcomed.