31_days | [AUGUST 2] [ORIGINAL] The Rain

Title: The Rain
Day/Theme: August 2 / “purveyors of magic and miracles”
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Hale & Jasper
Rating: PG

Hale and Jasper both sit on a thick tree branch, nestled a story above community members walking briskly to avoid being dampened by the imminent downpour.

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought Jasper.” Hale kicks his feet, alternating each one. “I thought I’d learn horrible things, or that my mind would become poisoned by the truth. But…” Hale shrugs, half a grin shaping on his lips. “I don’t know. I feel fine.

“I expected a voice to tell me secrets. But instead, I just felt a cool feeling flow through my brain. I think I saw colors,” Hale says with uncertainty.

“Much like the cool wind that passed? What did you learn about grey skies and dark clouds? Lightning and trees?” Jasper shifts uneasily as he watches the clouds group together to completely block out the sky above.

“Well, everyone knows that the chances of getting struck by lightning are very, very low, even while sitting in a tree. No one needs to go through a sketchy door to learn that.”

A gust of wind sweeps by, throwing fallen leaves into a mini whirlwind. The ones attached to the trees all wave and rustle in unison.

“Tuhh. Look at everyone rush home,” Hale says with a disapproving head shake. “It’s just rain. No one ever dies.” He peers below himself, then edges forward and plummets to the ground, landing in a crouched position.

“Come on,” Hale shouts. Jasper lands next to Hale and dusts his shirt off.

“Okay Tarzan. Let’s go inside now.”

“Let’s stay out here instead. Play in the rain, like old times.”

“We’ll get killed by lightning,” Jasper insists.

“No we won’t.”

“This is the worst part of the forest to be in during a thunderstorm.”

“Right you are Jasper.” Hale glances at Jasper, an aplomb smile etched onto his face, just as a raindrop lands in the center of his forehead. And then it turns into three. Five. And in an instant, the rain begins to pour, becoming more aggressive by the second.

“I hope you don’t think you’re the purveyor of miracles and magic,” says Jasper. His short jet black hair already clings to the nape of his neck.

“You wanna see magic? Step back.”

Hale waits until Jasper complies, then focuses his mind. Using his super speed, he zips around in a circle, the water fusing with the tornado-like wind pocket he’s creating to form a swirling tempest. It grows taller and taller. Formidable.

Hale stops on a dime and joins Jasper to marvel his work with satisfaction.

“There’s your magic.” He looks over at Jasper, who returns a blank stare.

“That’s great. Real great.” Jasper starts in one direction. “I’m going home, before that thing topples down on me.”