it was night at basgiath, and you were in xadens dorm room, lying in his lap on the bed. it was a content moment for the two of you, considering you didn’t always have free time together.

the movie played on the tv, his fingers absentmindedly moving through your hair. it was calm, until it began raining. the rain was loud, thunder and lightning following it. the storm caught your attention, making you tense slightly.

he looked down at you as he felt you change, now noticing the rain. his hand moved from your hair and to your back, rubbing gently. “what is it, baby?” he asked with furrowed brows, studying your expression. “are… are you scared of bad weather?” he asked, almost incredulously, brows raising with slight amusement.