fragilespark asked: Fenris and Isabela looked up at the makeshift tent that barely covered them as the rain started to fall. Drip. Patter. Shower. Pour. The light gasp as the fabric above them started to swell. A little wriggle as it threatened to sink. And the squeals and laughter when it finally did, throwing themselves either side as it splatted between them and soaked them through, only for them to roll back onto it to come together for a happy kiss.

Thank you everybody I made it through today and it was so much better with all of your happy thoughts :D

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