MY OWN WORST ENEMY ☆ prompt, rainy day

[Luciferr]

⬻ M A R R ⤖

That which does not kill you has learned to fear your name

Even years out from that hellish time he’d had to wander the wastes, years after when he’d seen all different terrains and biome’s - the days the rain came never seemed to cease to inspire, he could sit out in a heavy downpour, heedless of being drenched for hours on end just enjoying the feel of it, the blessing

Rain was renewal, life, quenching, soothing in its own way and it washed clean what it fell upon,

He liked the symbolism of it as much as he appreciated it, for all that so many saw his size and strength and assumed him a brute (unless you were of Sanctum, they were all well aware his demeanour was as much a clever ruse as simply being abrasive and blunt was a currency he valued) Marr did have something of a poetic soul for a once gladiator.

But When one once went so thirsty as to view even a droplet a banquet, one never did forget to be grateful,

Which is why the Reaper could be found simply enjoying the rain, letting the first few faint drops fall and slide down his fur, he’d seen the note but he’d felt disinclined to move yet anyway.

He just wanted to enjoy the peace of the rainfall for now, even if he did move partially under an overhang for now, content to watch it fall and listen to the pitter pattering.

"TALKING"