"What have they ever done for you?"
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That night it rains. It starts as Amber sits leaned against the trunk of a tree by herself, unnoticed in the shadows by anyone who walks by. If she was in her Skybox cell she'd spend the early hours of the night swept into the faraway worlds of her books. Instead she silently watches a group gathered around a bonfire as they laugh and shout. Nothing can save her from the hollow ache of envy expanding in her chest, growing more insistent for her to acknowledge it, but she'd be just as invisible sitting next to the teens in the light as she is alone in the dark.
The water first hits her hand as she sits with her knees drawn up, rebraiding her hair over and over. Then another drop splats on her cheek, her leg, her head.
"Rain!" someone delightfully shouts from the heart of camp. "Real rain!"
The tree Amber leans against, scorched from the dropship's landing, doesn't shield her well from the rain. But she gladly welcomes it. The cold water rolls down her face as gently as a caress, granting more comfort than warm, salty tears ever could.
Wanting to meet the rain halfway, she stands up.
"Fuck!" someone yells in surprise at her sudden appearance, which startles her in return.
She and a figure silhouetted by the light of the fire stare at each other in stunned shock, the other person clutching their chest while the people behind them continue their celebrations of the rain unbothered.
"Who is that?" the figure shouts above the splatter against leaves overhead, then they erupt with wonder. "Oh my god, Amber!"
They rush forward, frenziedly swatting ferns away, and Amber finally catches the soft outline of Jules' face, open with childish delight.
"What are you hiding for? You scared the crap out of me," the girl laughs. Once she's closed the distance between them, she grabs onto both of Amber's arms and looks up at the pouring sky. "Isn't it amazing?"
Amber smiles, she can't help herself, she feels drunk from the utter bliss that the rain and Jules' grin brings her. She nods aggressively.
"It's more than amazing," she agrees and grabs onto Jules in return.
"It's breathtaking!" Jules shouts into her face.
"It's empyreal!" Amber yells, raising the volume further. But Jules suddenly pauses, her grin accompanied by an astonished frown.
"That's a word?" she questions, but just as Amber is about to shrink into a stuttering mess trying to explain herself, Jules lights up again. "Actually, I don't care. It's amazingly breathtakingly empyreal!"
They erupt into unexplainable laughter. The rain is loud, but they are deafening. The rain is strong, but they are invincible. If living is a drug that can take one higher than the clouds, they are soaring.
"Amazingly breathtakingly empyreal!" they chant as they dance in circles while clutching onto each other. "Amazingly breathtakingly empyreal!"
"Weirdos!" someone shouts, but Jules doesn't care so neither does Amber.
The wet ground slips under her boot and she slides onto her back, taking Jules down with her.
They're a heap of wet leaves, limbs, and laughter. When Jules frees herself, she rolls onto her back so they lie side by side while the rain beats at them, forcing them to squint their eyes. It almost hurts, but it's a good pain, just like the joy clenching Amber's heart.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 | the 100
Fanfiction"I happen to like killers." "Too bad, I happen to hate arsonists." ˚₊ ✭ ｡ﾟ ☆ ･ ✭ ° ‧ ✩ * ₊ ‧ Amber Hale's habit to stay in the shadows becomes a challenge when she's sent down to Earth with 99 other crimina...
