TO BE ALONE: a series of måneskin oneshots

thunderstorm (d.d.)

Thunder cracked and lightning radiated through the window frames, illuminating the small home.

Vic was sitting cross-legged on her sofa, strumming delicately at her bass, doing anything in her power to finish this song.

Damiano, was also awake, though on the other hand, he was doing everything he could to avoid the song. Damiano also hated thunderstorms, so it wouldn't be like he'd be sleeping anyways.

The song in question for both musicians was the center axis for one of the lengthier arguments the band had gotten into.

Vic didn't like it, and rightfully so, she voiced her opinion. Damiano, confident in his art at most times, fought back, and it simply escalated from there.

The drive home after the fight between the two in the studios was an uncomfortable one. Damiano had been staying in Vic's guest room until his apartment was done getting repaired after a flood situation destroyed the entire floor of apartment complexes.

Damiano rose to his feet and started out the door, hoping to maybe turn on the television to find something to lull him back to sleep.

When he reached the living room, he rubbed his tired eyes and jumped, startled at the sight of Vic.

"Jesus, you scared me. What are you doing awake?" He spoke, the sudden sound of his voice making Vic's head snap up.

Vic shook her head softly. "Merda." She scoffed. "You know how I get with this weather."

Damiano nodded, remembering that Victoria wasn't too fond of thunderstorms either. Once on tour in Amsterdam, she had successfully barricaded herself under every blanket in the hotel, as a major thunderstorm was brewing.

"Sì, certamente." Damiano whispered. He had sat himself on the opposite side of the living room, his tired eyes falling to focus on Vic's hands gently strumming at her bass.

"Want me to make you something? You hungry?" Vic asked, not taking her eyes off her fingers as she strummed at the guitar.

Damiano laughed softly. "No, no, I'm alright." He yawned. "Just couldn't sleep, and I thought coming out here would help and..." He trailed off as he became transfixed by the tune Vic was playing.

Vic noticed that Damiano had all of a sudden quit talking. She looked up from her instrument.

"What? Why'd you stop playing?" Damiano asked, his eyes raising to meet Vic's.

Vic laughed. "Because you stopped talking!"

"No, I really liked that." Damiano spoke at thunder boomed outside once more. Vic tried not to flinch too hard at the sound.

A rush of heavy rain came next, making it almost impossible for the two friends to hear each other at the volume they had been speaking at previously.

"Thanks." Vic smiled softly once she had gotten herself to settle.

Damiano cleared his throat. "Is that the song from earlier today?"

Vic nodded, not responding with words. She didn't want to initiate the fight once more, especially not when they were both so sleep deprived like this.

The tension grew in the room at the mention of the song. Vic simply couldn't handle it. She set her bass flat on the couch and stood.

"I'm going to make myself some tea and hopefully get to sleep sometime tonight. Sit, let me get you some." Vic spoke as she walked off into the kitchen.

Damiano rose and followed after Vic. He propped himself against the wall, watching as she gingerly set a tea bag into water. Damiano took the small cup from her hands as soon as she extended it to him.

"It's nothing fancy." She admitted with a slight chuckle.

"It's fine." Damiano smiled softly. "But, Vic, I shouldn't have pushed you like that today."

"Dami, stop." Vic tried to retort, but he didn't listen.

"No, you're right. We're a band, we work together. It wouldn't be fair if we played songs that not everyone was in love with." He exhaled.

Vic knew Damiano hated to lose. He needed the last laugh with every argument, he needed to be right. With age, he's started to grow out of that, but he still had plenty of work to do.

Damiano took in a deep breath. "You were right, Vic." He chuckled.

"Dannazione, Dami, look at you. Taking responsibility." She laughed, knowing the tension in the room was too thick to not joke around.

"Shut up." Damiano laughed in return. "But seriously. That bassline? Show that to me again tomorrow, at the studio. There's potential there."

Vic looked into her teacup to avoid showing Damiano her blush. "Sure."

He nodded, finishing his tea with a final sip. As Damiano sat his cup by the sink, the rain seemed to have let up entirely.

"Goodnight, Vic." He kissed her cheek and disappeared back down the hallway.

"Goodnight."

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