Alek looked Deryn in the eyes. Her glare was empty and bored, as if no thoughts ran through her sharp mind. Their day had been slow and uneventful, and the food in their small flat was running low since neither of them really had the initiative to go to the store. The grey overcast sky that had shadowed the streets made the day seem like night, and brought out the laziness in the both of them. They had stared at each other for practically the whole day.
"That's it." Alek said, slamming his hands down on the table, causing it to shake the floor beneath it. "We are going to do something."
"Have you seen the weather outside?" Deryn asked, pointing to the gigantic, endless mass of grey that had set itself over London. "It's going to rain any second."
"You've been saying that all day." He pointed out. "Just wait there. I'll grab our things." Deryn laid her head on the table, letting the fabricated wood dig into her skin, the splinters settling into the wider pores of her otherwise smooth skin. Her skull seemed to weigh down into her eyes, causing them to close against her will. It felt like night to her, and she would've readily accepted an offer of sleep.
She felt a jab on her shoulder and turned her face to Alek's. In his hands was a pair of climbing boots and her leather gloves. He tossed the gloves in front of her face and the boots at her feet without a second explanation. She sighed, knowing that there was no point to argue with him when her brain was as lucid the weather outside. Deryn picked herself off the table and slipped her feet into her boots, her fingers working slowly as she laced them. "Are you going to tell me where we're going?"
"No." He said simply, and took her hand, dragging her out of the apartment. Her feet scuffled the carpeting, not lifting past what they were expected to. Alek dragged her to the window that led to the balcony of their hall, pulling her through the doorway. He let her go and took out a grappling hook from his belt, tossing it up to the roof of the building. Living on the tenth floor, they were not terribly far from the roof of their shabby building in Southwark. He pulled on the rope, testing its stability before handing it over to Deryn.
Her eyebrows furrowed in drowsy confusion. "You want me to climb first? I'm half-asleep."
"Exactly. If you fall, I'll catch you."
Deryn reluctantly took the rope, pulling herself up with her strong arms. Her boots heightened the friction between the rope and her feet, making them move faster, and farther, up the wall. Alek gave her a foot of space before beginning to climb behind her, using the wall to thrust himself up with more ease. His feet grinded against the worn brick of the wall, making small pebbles of clay detach itself from it as he took each step. He could no longer see Deryn's feet above him, and knew that she had probably already climbed to the roof.
Normally, it was Deryn's idea to come to the roof. It was her place of quietude. She often came up after a long day, or when her lust for the sky became too great, but today, he was the one who needed the solace of the rooftop.
With one final push, Alek hoisted himself up onto the ledge of the roof, finally tumbling clumsily off of the ledge and onto the rooftop. He rolled off of his stomach and into a sitting position when he saw Deryn.
Her feet were halfway off of the ledge, but perfectly balanced. Her pale skin shone against the darkness of the rainclouds that carried themselves heavily in the sky. It was like she could feel the power of the sky; as if the electricity that flowed through the thunderclouds could tether themselves to her core and vibrate through her ever cell.
From her mouth escaped a thundering roar. Her voice resonated from deep within her chest, echoing the thunder that would not come. Her laughter boomed through the molecules in the air. "Come on!" She yelled at the sky. "Don't be afraid!" And, just then, as if God, or whoever was up there controlling the weather, wanted to obey Deryn, the rain, which had been foreshadowed for so long, began to fall. The water penetrated their clothes, making it cling to their skin. Deryn turned around, looking at Alek through lanky wet hair. "This is exactly what I needed." She yelled over the thunder.
He got up, ignoring the growing density of his clothes and walked towards her. "You needed to feel the sky again."
She nodded, stepping off of her perch. "I was beginning to forget it." She said, letting her head roll back and the rain fall on her outstretched tongue.
"I believe we had our first kiss in this weather." He said, wiping away the water trails on her face with his fingers. Her skin was soft underneath the calluses that had grown on his hands over the years.
Deryn lowered her head back, the usual gleam returning to her blue eyes. "Care to recreate it, your princeliness?"
"More than anything in the world."