Sleepy Bois Inc. Angst Oneshots

The Storm

AN: here's a shorter chapter since I've got a crap ton of homework to do :]
We hit 10k! Thanks so much, lovelies! <3
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Techno stared out of his window and into the rainy night sky. He felt time pass him by; minutes ticked away as he watched the rain drip down against his window pane, racing other droplets to the bottom. Thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance.

He sighed and turned his head to the piles of work laid out in front of him. He longed to leave it undone, to go and play in the rain like he had when he was younger, but this was important. Or so he told himself.

The problem was that he couldn't focus on the work. Every minute that passed made his workload seem more impossible. He drifted in and out of panic as the storm continued to rumble outside.

"Techno?" a quiet voice asked, disrupting the ambience of the moment. His tired eyes sluggishly found Wilbur standing in his doorway, illuminated by the candle on Techno's desk and the lightning strikes now and again.

Techno stared at the sleepy boy, who must have wandered over from his and Tommy's room because of the storm. Techno patted the seat next to him, and Wilbur sat down in it. He folded his lanky legs beneath him and pulled a blanket over himself.

The pair fell into a comfortable silence. The sound of rain, thunder, and Wilbur's soft breathing lulled his mind into a calm enough state to focus, and Techno managed to divert his attention to his papers. He breezed through the first one and quickly moved onto the second one. He soon became lost in the workload.

Eventually, Wilbur asked, "Do you think Dad's okay?" His whisper easily dominated the sound of pencil scratches. Techno paused from his work. He set his papers down and turned to Wilbur.

"Dad'll be fine. He's been adventuring for longer than we've been alive; he knows what he's doing." Phil had been out gathering resources: a simple quest that always led to him returning with something- or someone- extra. The last time he had gone on a resource run, he had gone to trade with the villagers and returned home with another child, Tommy. The six year old blond down the hall was sleeping through the storm as Techno and Wilbur were awake.

They both knew what Phil was up to, but they also both knew Philza was smart. He could take care of himself in a storm and knew to find shelter before it worsened, especially because of his wings. He would be fine. Techno smoothed down his worries and put on a brave face for his younger brother.

He didn't say anymore. He assumed the nine year old was done talking to him. Techno opened another book and resumed working. He got three more questions answered before Wil interrupted again.

"Do you think the storm's going to get worse?" Techno sighed, abandoning his work entirely. He vowed to return to it before he fell asleep.

"I hope so," Techno chuckled softly. "I love thunderstorms. They're," he paused, trying to find the right word to capture the feeling storms gave him, "peaceful." That word wasn't quite right, but Wilbur nodded in understanding.

"They scare me. It's more worrying than peaceful." Techno hummed. He could understand why. In Ancient Greece, thunderstorms were almost always a sign of the anger of Zeus. He tried to form a cohesive story to tell Wilbur, but none stuck out to his exhausted brain. He shrugged and left the thought alone.

Wilbur kept talking about why he didn't like storms while Techno powered through his work. He added commentary where it was needed but kept his focus more on his work.

After a while, Wilbur fell silent. Techno blinked himself out of his productive trance to find Wilbur sleeping on his chair and the rain stopped. Techno smiled and picked up Wilbur, carrying him to his bed and laying him down. There wasn't any point in bringing Wilbur back to his own room since he would return as soon as the storm did. This happened every time it stormed, not that Techno was complaining.

Techno sat down at his desk again and finished the last of his work with a contented sigh. He packed his papers up, careful not to disturb Wilbur. Then, he laid in bed and cuddled up to his younger brother. Between the rain starting to fall again and Wilbur's soft snores, Techno fell asleep easily.

He woke up to Phil sitting in the same chair Wilbur had been last night. Tommy was sleeping in Phil's arms. Techno rubbed his eyes and waved, blinking away the sleep in his eyes.

"Good morning, mate," Phil whispered to him. Wilbur shifted in his sleep, curling up closer to Techno. Techno smiled. There were plenty of reasons to be happy. Phil was home. His work was finished. Tommy and Wilbur were safe and happy. It had thunder-stormed, and the storm had washed away some of his worries.
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AN: I've posted every day since Saturday. I know it's only Tuesday, but that's a new record for me! I'm going to try post every day for a week; sorry in advance if it doesn't work out.

Like I said, I've got a lot of work, and I've been putting all of it off until now. Wish me luck because I'm probably not going to finish or sleep. :]

Goodnight <3