Title: Little Thunderstorms
Characters/Pairing: SetsunaxFeldt

Author's Note: This is told in Feldt's POV, throughout both seasons. Enjoy~

One of my earliest memories as a child was standing at the top of a hill somewhere on Earth's surface, staring at the gathering twilight while the evening winds whipped through the tall grass and through my hair.

I was very young at the time, and to this day, I still can't tell why I was there … maybe it was a dream from my childhood, or something I made up when I was young and imaginative, but the memory is still stays. I can still recall the sharp, clear scent of rain in the air, and the cries of birds almost lost in the howling wind.

As I stood there, watching the sun set in the west, storm clouds gathered in the east. Tiny pinpricks of lightning occasionally lit up the dark, bruise-coloured clouds, and the muffled sound of thunder echoed moments after.

I imagined somewhere, far in the horizon, a violent storm was raging, furious and wild, while I stood on this hill far away, only tasting the scent of its ferocity in the carrying wind, only hearing whispers of thunder that must be raging where I can't see.

I'm not sure why I still keep this memory so vividly in my head. But it was the first thing I thought of when I first saw him, walking into the briefing room.

He introduced himself: Setsuna F. Seiei, the last Meister to join us. He didn't waste words. He was young, like me, and his eyes were the colour of amber, seemingly regarding everyone with a shrouded distance, as if he were watching us from afar.

As he walked away, following Miss Sumeragi as she showed him through the station, I could under imagine that faraway thunderstorm … muffled thunder and tiny sparks of lightning, all beckoning of something stronger, more powerful, far away.