Author's Note

[M/f] [Original Characters]
Contains: [Two OCs]
By: Orlunu

Thunder by Orlunu

She clattered wildly up the stairs, tears streaming down her face. Another hideous crash came from outside, and she felt another surge of foalish terror tightening around her heart and in her throat. She put her head down and pushed herself harder.

She burst into the room and found him reading on his bed. The noise of her entry made him look up, and his face creased in concern. Putting the book aside, he beckoned her over.

“Hey, Moony. Come on, come over here. Don’t worry, it’s just thunder, the lightning can’t get to you inside.”

She dove into his outstretched hooves and pushed her wet muzzle into his coat. Her fears remained, but in his hooves she could deal with them; his strength and love for her might not be able to stop the booming, but it allowed her to let her fear out. She could just let it wash over her and he would be her rock to cling to. He would shoulder her fear for her. If only his comforting presence did not have to end where she began. If only he could hug her heart and soul, she would need no more than to be with him without borders. He could still every part of her into that blissful comfort. “I … I know,” she sobbed into his chest, “I know that I won’t be hit. It’s just the,” for a moment she could not speak as her chest heaved. “It’s just the thunder. I want it to stop. I hate it!”

He softly nuzzled her mane, wanting to be closer together with her than merely pressed up against each other, despite how impossible that was. He hated to see the adorable little filly upset, but alongside the sympathetic pain he felt the happy glow of being able to comfort her somewhat. He held her tight, rejoicing that she wanted him to, and he cuddled up as tightly as he could. As he talked her away from her fear and squeezed her reassuringly, he breathed her in, felt the curves of her face with his cheek, and wished, somehow, to be a part of her.

They clung to each other in the howling wind and thunder. Their minds boiled -- hers with fear and monsters, his with concern and things which could not be said, howling to be set free. Alongside that, they both felt a certain warmth.

When they separated again, neither could say how long it had been since the thunder stopped.