3,000 Years

Clouds (July)

A/N: Honestly, I have a HUGE backlog of stuff to finish and post for 3,000 years, so don't be surprised if there's a sudden influx of updates for this fic. I had a lot half-written stuff in my files when I started final exams (more than a year ago). And, yes, I did procrastinate to finish them - I'm so sorry my loves!

To make up for the EXTREMELY long wait time, I'm posting this up with two other chapters: 'Hot and Heavy' and 'I Can't Stand It'. After that there's an August and another long entry (Evenfall) that's currently being worked on. 

Unfortunately, I can't guarantee any regular updates (I'm a student doing A-levels so author here studies to the max) but I'll try my best. One by one, I'm knocking down the list of WIP stories on my multiple writing accounts.

Till next time my lovelies,

Drama

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Lazy summer days were always at their peak in Britannia. Unlike the arid and harsh desert heat of the Demon realm, unlike the blinding, batting heat of the Celestial realm, Britannia was a calm in between. Both hot and mild, dry and humid, the air always hung with semi-moisture as the sun beat down its harsh and scorching rays. Yet, that harshness wasn't felt when a breeze rushed on by, soft and whispering as it traveled across the land.

Meliodas had grown used to Britannia's summers. Over the years he had found his own way to adapt to the less harsh and more forgiving climate of the mostly human realm. Instead of bracing for three months of intense solar flares and dry, scorching air, he prepared for the return of a much kinder, much softer summer that made its mark in the bittersweet apples that dropped in its later stages. Normal seasonal tortures, such as surviving the sweltering heat or making one's way through the dusty and barren streets just to find a decent speck of shade, were now ditched for more simple, easing pleasures.

Now, Meliodas could walk about without worrying too much about the harsh glint of the sun. Now Meliodas didn't have to fight with other demons, just as tired and sweaty and heat-stroked as himself, just to find some small speck of semi-coolness. Summer in Britannia was a much easier affair. Summer in Britannia was something thoughtless and carefree. Perhaps that was why the other races appeared to adore it so much.

Honestly, Meliodas had no clue as to why summer was so adored when he first came here. Sure longer days and warmer weather meant that life was much more comfortable - but his interpretation of summer was the dry, merciless season that made one feel as if they were about to shrivel up into a raisin, only to be blown away and buried in arid desert sands.

Only after spending a good ten years in Britannia did Meliodas begin to see how summer could be relaxing, carefree even. But only after ten years. And even then he did not hold it highly within his own opinion, much preferring his realm's own summers in comparison of brilliance.

Yet something was slowly changing his mind.

"You've never done cloud racing before?" Elizabeth gaped at him, her blue eyes wide as her jaw hung open. Disbelief was on her features, clear as day, as she gawked at the demon. Behind her, a pair of white wings ruffled. "Truly never?"

"Never," Meliodas confirmed, shaking his head in response to her shock.

Once again he had found himself humouring her, talking to her, mindlessly finding his way back to her and the crumbling remains of the floating Theater. Honestly, Meliodas had lost track of the many excuses he gave for being here at this present moment. Over time he had come to just realize that giving excuses only made it worse, all of those little lies tumbling and falling to form a dangerous web of words.