AltMal: Rainy Mornings

Altaïr likes the rainy days, the mornings especially.
They allow him to stay in bed just a little longer, and there’s nothing quite like the steady sound of raindrops hitting the world outside, especially when combined with the steady breathing of the man next to him.

Altaïr always wakes up a little earlier on those rainy mornings; it’s almost like his subconsiousness hears it in his sleeping state and wakes him up, just so he can listen, just so he can stay awake a bit longer and just listen.

Altaïr is never as relaxed as during those prescious moments.
His days are filled with work, with training, with missions, with other people.
But the rainy mornings offers him peace for just a little while longer.
Offers him time with Malik for just a little while longer.

“Malik.”
The name slips easily of his tongue, a loving caress he himself can barely hear over the steady sound of water from outside.

And yet Malik hears it.
Maybe the sound of his name coming from Altaïr’s mouth is the same as the rain for Altaïr, maybe he will always hear it and wake to it.

It is almost like it’s on another level, a deeper, more personal level that has nothing to do with sound.

Malik turns towards Altaïr and opens his eyes.
In them, Altaïr can see sleepyness, comfort and love.
A small smile pulls at his lips, as he leans in to kiss Malik, knowing the same look is in his own eyes.

Yes, Altaïr loves rainy mornings.