Characters: Raeith and Patrick
[I hadn't the foggiest what to do about this, until Patrick woke up last night and kept me up half the night with his jabbering. Once he starts he just never shuts up. So I let him have this one.]
“Why the fuck is it so hot?” Patrick demanded, fanning himself with a stolen church programme. “Can’t you do something?”
Raeith sat beside him, watching the street beyond their hideout. “It’s summer,” he said placidly. “And the Earth’s orbit around the Sun makes it so that--“ He didn’t get any further than that, interrupted by Patrick’s laughter. He turned his head and arched a brow questioningly.
“The Earth doesn’t move, it’s the sun that spins around it,” Patrick explained, snickering.
It was Raeith’s turn to laugh, though there was a pitying quality to it. “Think of who you’re arguing this with, love.”
Patrick had the good sense to shut up, but didn’t manage to quite hide the fact that he was blushing. Raeith smiled to himself and turned his attention to the window once more. “He should be returning home shortly.”
Patrick lifted his head and peered out through the grimy window of the abandoned house they’d commandeered for their current mission. Across the street was the home of the youth group leader they were surveilling. Rumour had it he would be willing to join the rebels, and with him came his whole group. It was an opportunity Raeith and Patrick could not ignore.
It had been a stroke of luck, or perhaps divine inspiration, that had led them to this abandoned house. By the looks of it, nobody had been inside it in years, much less actually lived in it. “We can’t approach him directly, though,” Raeith said. “We can’t risk blowing his cover.”
Patrick wasn’t so convinced. “What does it matter, though? If he’s joining us he’s leaving the city anyway.”
“Or he could stay here and help get even more young people out in secret,” Raeith replied.
Patrick once again felt silly, and lowered his head. He reminded himself he should know by now to just follow Raeith’s lead. Raeith was the god, after all, and Patrick what? Merely a lost boy following a god around like a lovesick puppy. Though he did feel a smidge of satisfaction at being the first one to spot the abandoned house. Nobody would even think of looking for them here.
He watched Raeith for a moment as the god stared tirelessly through the window. Doesn’t he ever get tired or bored? Patrick wondered.
He didn’t say anything out loud, allowing the silence to settle over them like a dense fog. When the fog was broken, it wasn’t by either of them. From the front door of the abandoned house came a sharply audible click.