Melody of Storms… (Nat Autumn Special) (Patreon)

Writing Prompts 

- A rainstorm

- Blood pumping through veins

- A piano

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Nat slams her fingers onto the keys, but the haunting melody is still not loud enough to drown out the battering of the rainstorm outside. The living room windows almost seem to buckle beneath the howling winds, the panes shaking with fear as lightning streaks across the sky, as though the gods themselves are angered.

But the tune plays on. Nat scowls down at the white and black keys as they're almost hidden in the night’s darkness. She’s so focused that she doesn’t hear the door creak open or notice the Detective step inside and watch her with a worried frown.

Only hiding the sound of the storm matters.

But it’s still not working.

“Nat…”

The music stops. And the sound of her name whispered by a familiar voice has the hammering of her heart calming to a pace that once again allows her to breathe.

She glances up to the Detective as they come to stand beside her on the piano stool. They don’t say anything, already knowing why her skin is shining with a film of perspiration and her hands are balled in her lap.

They brush their hand over her forehead, and Nat almost melts into the soothing touch. 

“It’s all right, Nat,” they mutter, and Nat focuses on their voice, letting it block out the crash of thunder which threatens to have the fear consume her.

Nat leans forward with a long breath, resting her head against the Detective’s chest. Exhaustion bites at every limb, her blood pumping with ferocity through every nerve, that she almost falls asleep the moment she hears the calming beat of the Detective’s heart.

They smooth a hand over her hair, humming a tune to drown out the raging storm, and Nat’s eyes flutter closed.

And for the first time, the nightmares ebb away.