Weathering the Storm
Lightning x Snow
"Nothing is more beautiful than the love that has weathered the storms of life."
-Jerome K. Jerome
The growling rumble of thunder and the steady patter of rain against the house echoed on through Snow's mind as he drifted in and out of sleep. He had spent the majority of his night tossing and turning, attempting to fall into an ignorant state of rest, however, the ever-growing, tenacious storm outside raged on heedlessly. In all fairness, Snow knew that he was feeling restless regardless of the violent weather, but the crashes of thunder and howls of the high winds did not help in the slightest.
Grumbling uncomfortably, Snow rolled onto his back for a moment and then onto his side, the leather futon couch groaning under his weight. The poor little couch was not nearly large enough to compensate as a bed for anyone, nonetheless someone of Snow's stature. He slept with his neck craned unnaturally on the armrest and his legs, from knees down, ha