Lapidot one-shots

.:+ Rekindled feelings +:.

The blinding flash of lightning was the first thing to rouse Peridot from her light slumber, followed by the clash of thunder as rain drops poured from the darkening sky. She grumbled with her eyes screwed shut, tugging the covers over her head as she tried to block out the intimidating sound.

Peridot had learned what "storms" were many years ago from Steven. She understood why they occurred and what they were, but they still spooked her to some extent.

Her chest leapt as the rain grew harder, and the wind began to make her small green-house abode creak and moan with stress. Although she knew her house was strong enough, she couldn't hide the though that it could blow away all together; with her in it. She suppressed a nervous shiver, curling up in the small bed under the thick brown blanket. Yet, despite her efforts, the storm and her intrusive thoughts kept pestering her.

Every flash of lightning was making her flinch, and every rumble of thunder made her chest thud rapidly, as if a caged animal was trying to claw its way out. She could tell when a bolt would strike close, the violent shaking from the floorboards up giving their pinpoint away. Peridot felt unreasonably vulnerable and trapped, despite knowing that nothing would harm her.

The wind began to whistle as things other than her anxiety picked up, growing worse by the second. She cupped her ears and tried to constrict herself in a ball at the same time, muttering and shaking her head, all while she cursed to herself.

As she rambled to herself aloud, a long lost memory surfaced in her busy mind, stopping the hustle and staying a while. She remembered the warm, safe feeling of being with Steven her first time in a storm, the comfort of having someone with her and easing her panic. She longed for something like that now, and dwelled on the irresistible urge to be held. Hastily, she got up and wrapped her arms around herself, the soft touch to her shoulders slightly soothing her as she surveyed her options.

Peridot turned to her left and looked out the window. Bismuth was gone for the night, something about construction further uptown, leaving the sturdy structure empty, and even if she had been there, Peridot probably wouldn't like the extra stimulation of her constant building and abrupt loud sounds. That was off the table. Steven's beach house was too far away to get there safely, and the thought of being outside in a storm didn't make her feel any better.

Then, with a dry swallow, she gave a slow turn to her left, out the other window.

A soft, dark blue house was placed perfectly next to hers. Both windows faced each other, creating a glass tunnel of vision, yet, a gold sheet of curtain covers hid the four panels of see through material, but even through the rain and covers, Peridot could see the shadowy outline of a figure sitting upright, looking down with ruffled, spikes hair.

She shuffled her feet nervously. Was it worth bugging the peaceful gem for such a silly reason? The next few series of bolts and booms made up her mind in a matter of seconds. She started to creep towards the door, reaching for her exotic pointed visors from a nearby table, promptly positioning them on the bridge of her nose. With a deep breath, she unlatched the lock and pushed open the door.

Almost at once she was greeted with chaos. The wind snatched the door and tugged it far beyond its movement, slamming it against her porch wall with a loud smash. She jumped with a shrill squeak, taking a few steps outside. It was raining so badly, she could hardly see just a few feet in front of her. The droplets hit the ground so hard they created eruptions of splashes and a thick cloud of fog. The air felt chocking, cold and damp, the smell of wet earth tickling her nose in the daunting fall night. Lightening danced in the sky between clouds, leaping after one another in a series of flashes, soundless as they pranced about.