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richarlison.

(a waltz and twirl) in the rain

Dancing in the rain, something Richarlison has always wanted to do.

Despite all his adventures in life—looking over the edge of the tallest buildings, surfing the clearest oceans, attending the finest football balls and galas, owning entertainment beyond the value of money—yet such a primal act, dancing in the rain, from the simple mention of it fascinated him so much.

His reasons were simple: Richarlison, even with where he grew up, found the rain cool and calming and pleasant. He was sensitive in that sense. From the fresh smell it created and its discreet touch against his skin to how it was one of the direct causes of a thriving rainbow—he found the rain itself to be a large wonder of nature. And submerging himself into all that through a dance seemed so liberating to him.

And he always let his interest for the activity known to Y/N. Not too much to make himself seem obsessed and not too little to downplay such enthusiasm; just enough to let the two engage in his interest together, that Richarlison and Y/N could dance in the rain sometime soon.

During the next few days, typical London weather that is, of course, there was rain ranging all across the spectrum. But unfortunately, the couple was never together when it happened.

When there was rain and she was at home, Richarlison would be at training or at a game. When there was rain and he was at home, Y/N would be working. There were even times when there was rain but neither Y/N nor Richarlison was at home or together. In current times, they seemed to be unlucky, almost like time and the weather wasn't on their side.

And for something so small, or at least to others, Y/N quickly noticed how bummed out Richarlison got that they had yet to fulfil his wishes.

She always saw his excitement on TV when it was raining during a game but by the time he reached their place, the sun was already out draining the streets dry. She read his disappointment whenever he sent her a video of the rainy view from their house while she was at work saying i wish you were here. His excitement was also quite evident whenever he was training in the rain with his teammates, unknown to the fact he would enjoy it so much more with her company.

To dance—or play or drift or even mess and move around in the rain in the company of Y/N would bring Richarlison so much delight.

It was only when she was sorting out some clothes in the laundry room one day that she heard, "Y/N!" Richarlison's voice rang around the house.

"What?" She called out, though received no response. Frowning, she let the dirty clothes fall to the floor as she stood up, "You good—?"

"Just look out the window!"

There was so much rush and excitement in his voice like he couldn't contain it any longer, just enough for Y/N to figure out what got him so vibrant. And looking out the window in the laundry room, she let out a small laugh 'cause there it was: those raindrops Richarlison had been waiting on since what felt like the beginning of time. Suddenly, time and the weather were on his side, on their side.

Rushing into their back garden together – hoods barely covering their hair, hands intertwined for dear life, careless laughter prevailing in the air, false tears rolling down their cheeks – Richarlison and Y/N smoothly fell under the charm of the weather.

The rain was perfect: not too harsh like hail or too soft like a drizzle, but just enough for fair enjoyment. It let the couple laugh, waltz with some accidental toe-stepping from a lack of grace in their movements from the slippery concrete, and twirl and move with a lack of care for everything else around them. They were solely focused on one another and the moment they were able to share together.

In truth, it made Richarlison happy, so happy that Y/N was happy; they were happy together as they were childish in their acts, splashing one another by stepping in puddles or purposely tripping each other up only to fall together. In that moment, they were more than just a happy couple; they were two individuals in an aesthetic scenery sharing flourishing joy and peace and amusement for every twirl and waltz they took.

It was interesting because Y/N was only outside under the rain because of Richarlison. Had he not expressed such a want, she wouldn't have been outside in the first place—the whole experience for her was rooted in the fact that it was for him.

But Richarlison didn't let the moment just be his own. He held her close when it became too slippery for one to stand on their own, he made sure she was in frame with the rain as a rainbow faintly formed behind her, and always did he direct his can you believe it? or look at us! expressions to Y/N at every opportunity he got.

He refused to be thoughtless by holding the moment only for him to experience. Laughing into the hollow air from pure high and delight, embracing the rain for its positives over its overrated negatives, letting the rain reach and pass through their hair, clothes, shoes and socks—Richarlison wanted to experience all of that with Y/N. And the thought of that itself made Y/N enjoy the experience even more as the two spent some undue time under the sky's rain.

If they hadn't ended up getting sick, perhaps they would've considered doing it again.