"Elian" He sobs as soon as he can make out who it is that is standing in front of him.
The bright spark of thunder flickers a quick second before it is gradually followed by a low grumble of thunder. It rained frequently during these few days, casting a gloomy blanket of grey upon us. It was a surprise that it didn't rain this heavily yesterday at the banquet.
We stare at the person before us in quiet shock, stretching out the seconds for several moments before any of us makes any movement.
"Vince—" Before I could say it out, Vincent rushes in and falls into Elian's arms. Elian fans out his arms in instinct and naturally catches Vincent as he falls into his embrace.
As Vincent is soaked from head to toe completely, the water from his black shirt permeates deep into Elian's cotton white shirt and Elian's form gradually soaks in the rain from Vincent as his face is buried deep inside the bent of Elian's neck.
