We Can Blame It On The Rain (elements AU, 1D)
We Can Blame It On The Rain
AU where they're the elements in Ancient Greece?
for tamzinrose
because I am a meanie
who talks about fics that no longer exist.
3 October - 1078 words
Louis sat idly on at stump, staring out at the sky as he concentrated on rolling a stormcloud over the clearing. He'd been fighting with Liam again, and all he wanted to do was sulk. He'd made sure to strip the thunder and lightening out of the cloud first, as he really didn't want to fight with Harry on top of this. The rain started dripdropping around him, clearing his head slowly.
He knew, on a logical level, that it wasn't Liam's fault all the humans were afraid of Louis. It was that damn Heraclitus, who had decided to tell his friends that their souls were made of water and fire - and that a dry soul was safest. Liam had not befriend Heraclitus - the elements rarely befriended humans at all - so it was not a petty move against Louis for the last hundred times that he'd protected Harry's realm from Liam.
Liam had a tendency to get overexcited, and then things around him would just burst into flame. If he was not in complete control, or if Zayn was there to egg things on, a raging wildfire would have sprung up. Harry hated the feel of burning, the meltingsoaringwhitehot pain, and Louis hated the sound of Harry's tears. He'd step in and put things out, only to find Zayn trying to trick him into drowning large boats of people.
Niall was the only one who stayed out of trouble. He was content to stay up high, far above where Harry's beautiful green creations mixed with Louis' literal oceans of emotion, ignoring the force of Zayn's winds and the acrid smell of Liam accidentally setting another person on fire. Niall built the stars, you see, and nothing else could keep his attention for that long. Niall had never been involved in a tiff with any of the Elements, as far as Louis could remember, and the humans were still barely aware of his loving existence. While the other Elements squabbled and joked, Niall simply sang new things into being and polished the old ones to their brightest potential.
“'Allo, Lou.” A deep, slow voice startled the strangely languid boy on the stump out of his rain-induced reverie. His eyes grew wide and the rain started pouring harder, large drops slopping against the land.
“Hello?” Louis could not control the tremble in his voice - people weren't supposed to be able to find him in a storm. That was the point of the storm. The voice that had startled him broke into choppy laughter, breathless like the trees without Zayn's wind.
“I'm right here, Lou, and you should know you can't hide from me when you're sitting on me.” Louis looked around in shock, sure now that it was Harry, but still completely lost on where he was. On closer inspection, the voice really did seem to be coming from the stump he was sitting on. The stump promptly poked him in the ass.
Louis yelped and actually fell off the stump, leaving a laughing Harry to twist himself out of the wood and up to his full height.
“That’s possibly the best face you've ever made, Lou.” Harry smirked down at the boy who was still lying in the now muddy ground.
Lou glared at him, body making an odd squicking sound as he separated his body from the mud. He surveyed the damage of his fall and sighed, leaning against the stump to focus on cleaning up. Harry watched as the rain gathered above Louis, a cloud from Zayn following at a short distance like he’d been distracted and missed the timing.
Suddenly, the cloud cracked open and rain pounded down, encompassing only Louis. Harry would never get tired of watching the way water moved with Lou. It flowed down his body, caressing his skin in little rivulets that grasped each strange curve of his chosen body. Lou was the only element whose forces gave him such beauty, in Harry’s opinion. The colours in his eyes flashed haphazardly from bright turquoise to deep cerulean to stormy grey. Louis’ skin glowed within the storm, the water revitalizing every cell. Everything about Louis looked inviting and delicious, and Harry wanted nothing more than to touch him in this moment. He lifted his hand to the rain, slowly moving it closer and closer to the falling water. A deep breath - but no. At a mere hair’s breadth from the liquid, he dropped his hand and sighed.
He knew that the rain, when it was this potent, would hurt him.
That was the problem with being so close to another element. Physical contact was dangerous - it caused all sorts of problems. It’s why Niall spent all his time engulfed in the aether. For him, it was easier to build the stars and sing to them than it was to resist the urge to touch the other elements when they were near. Aether was a dangerous element, although none of them had ever understood why or how it was more dangerous than Liam’s fire or Harry’s earth or the others’. When they were young elements, still drawing together the world they now inhabited, they had each been taught the ways of the Elements by their Elders. The Elder elements had entire universes, and Harry believed wholeheartedly that they had taught their little group correctly.
He still wanted to touch Louis, however.
“Hey - aren’t you going to help?” Louis’ voice and the sudden lack of rain pounding against his earth drew Harry’s attention back to the stump where his favorite element stood. He looked down at where Louis was pointing, the hole that Lou’s body had created in the dirt when he’d fallen.
In answer to Louis, he simply made eye contact and cracked a grin before looking back down at the - well, at the place where a hole should have been.
“Wait - what - how- where’d the hole go?! You didn't fix it while I was cleaning myself, I had the dirt still - I don’t, what?”
“No, Lou - I told you I was trying something new with the dirt, didn't I?” Harry smirked at the bewildered expression on his friend’s face.
“Yes, but - how?”
“I gave each grain a sense of where it belonged among the other grains. When they are disrupted, they will take any chance they get to move back to where they belong. Your rain pushed them all back home.”