The Night of the Tempest {Northern Ireland}

[soraeya]

The power had gone out about an hour ago but that made it only easier to watch the show. It was around 3o’clock in the morning and the majority of the students were hunkered away in their dorms and beds, sleeping and laying wide awake afraid, but at least one boy remained wide awake and active. Currently, he remained seated comfortably in a window seat, unfazed by the loss of light, for nature was providing him with more than an adequate amount. Outside raged a full out, electrifying, high-wind thunderstorm fueled by the heat of the ocean and tropics, and oh the gods of ancient Norse lore… it was beautiful. Lukas loved thunderstorms for they were truly raw displays of the awesomeness that nature held and could unleash. Plus, there was a peace within the chaos that comforted Lukas… he couldn’t explain it and never had really tried.

Another bright flash filled the sky, making it as bright as day and it had barely faded when the resounding boom blasted the sound barrier, making the Norwegian’s very core resonate with the blast. Darkness fell momentarily before the lightning storm continued and as he watched, a small smile began to play at his lips while he leaned back his head against the wood and rested his cheek against the coolness of the glass. His eyelids hung low and he knew it could be very well possible that he just might fall asleep in the window only to wake at dawn’s first light to return to his dorm. He didn’t say much to his dorm-mates at the best of occasions and to be honest, he found their antics odd but then again, he didn’t really spend a lot of his time there so… they probably hadn’t even noticed him gone.

Lukas sighed, casting a plume of condensation upon the glass and continued to watch the storm, his thoughts beginning to wonder, when he heard a small sound. Raising his head and looking back into the darkness of the room, he froze and waited if he might hear it again. It had sounded like as if someone had stepped and the wood beneath his or her feet groaned under the weight. Then again, it could just be the ferocity of the wind but nevertheless, Lukas listened before finally calling out, “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to come out?” He knew he may just be talking to air but he had a feeling that he wasn’t alone anymore. How irritating.

[northernireland]

"Some storm out there eh?" Don bellowed cheerfully in response to the 'chipper' greeting from a stranger. "See ye want me te come 'out' where? So damn dark, can't see a pile of shite even if it'd be layered on the floor."

Although it was dark, the room was dimly lit by nature outside. There was just enough light, the tiniest amount of natural light to be able to give slight vision to the human eyes. Therefore, Don managed to see more clearly the silhouette of the familiar furniture of the lobby--the couch here and the coffee table there.--as his sight adjusted to the darkness. Fancy mechanisms there.

Don maneuvered his way without bumping into anything until he stood in front of that window the rather polite stranger had taken comfort at. He rubbed the back of his neck as he watched the brilliant cracks in the sky, ripping through the night with its ferocity, with its deadly beauty. The lightning looked like a rift on the heavens, a bright light that branched out like little twigs or veins, a blemish that faded away after a breath. In its wake was a boom, the sound of rolling thunder.

He rubbed his chin pensively as he watched nature's wrath. "Hm. Can't be a storm without some rain eh?" The lad whistled as he folded his arms, his evergreen eyes delighted by another flash of white. "Mm yes, definitely needs some rain."

True, Don had no idea who this guy was. Yet that was no excuse to not start a friendly conversation.

[soraeya]

"Some storm out there eh? See ye want me te come 'out' where? So damn dark, can't see a pile of shite even if it'd be layered on the floor."

Lukas blinked unimpressed by such the manner his new companion spoke, guessing from the boy’s accent that he was from the British Isles. Turning back to look out of the window, he heard the stranger’s approach until he came into view in his peripheral and together they watched the immaculate display of thunder ad lighting from their window. Currently Lukas had his legs outstretched across the window seat, eliminating the possibly for the stranger to accompany him in his personal space; didn’t want to make their first meeting awkward now.

"Hm. Can't be a storm without some rain eh? Mm yes, definitely needs some rain."

“Ja… rain’s nice…” Lukas said idly, deciding to join in on the idle conversation without looking at his cohort. A few more cracks of thunder rolled across their hearing before the boy got his wish. The drops began tot eh strike at the glad almost hesitantly, before the full onslaught of a tropical downpour began, distorting their view of the storm. Easing his cheek from the glass to lean back against the woof of the windowpane. Finally, he turned his blue eyes to look at the boy and saw… Orange hair.

“Hallo?” he asked with a bow raised. He didn’t recall any orange haired boys from his classes, but then again he didn’t really pay attention really to the other students. His eyes lazily scrolled up and down over the boy, before he blinked and looked back at the window..