It took a quiet mind to consider the rain, to examine how the water bound to itself no matter how it fell. It took a chaotic mind to wonder if raindrops thought they were flying until they hit the ground. Either way the sky was sobbing and the drops had hit skin and pavement and—Aries was outside, letting themself be drenched. They were crying with the rain and they were ugly as they did it: their mouth wide, teeth gnashing, fingers gouging the tissue from their cheeks. The sound that was ripped from their throat was a choir of bitterness edged with hysteria. Aries screamed, full of hate and rage and loneliness and anxiety, and they would not stop until everything was gone.
Taurus watched them with an ease of a resigned mother. They had curled themself into a ball, their blankets (never just one comfort, just one warmth, just one anything) twisted around their legs. Taurus rested at the edge of their bed, their coffee as close as their book was, both a familiar weight against delicate collarbones, and leaned against the window. There was no pity in Taurus, only an empty promise of empathy, and they did not go to their sibling. Steady Taurus knew when to act but it was still raining and Aries was still screaming and Taurus hated change anyway.
Across the hall to Taurus in a mirror room was Gemini. They did not bother watching Aries as Taurus has done—they had contented themself by simply listening. Gemini's empty gaze never strayed from the ceiling, no matter that they were in an uncomfortable position or that Aries sounded more like a despairing ghost than a living person. Then again, Gemini thought, they would all be best as despairing ghosts - as fang-less monsters, as mute sirens, as cowardly Valkyries, as rage and blindness. Nothing was better than anything, after all.
And while Gemini willingly wasted away, Cancer lingered on the porch, an umbrella in hand. They knew what it was like to be filled with no way to be empty—to have their heart swell with all they felt, their emotions sitting as a heavy weight. Cancer understood Aries' screaming, the needed release, so they did not judge. For all Cancer could do was wait, dry and patient, with a wish in hand and a promise on their tongue. A promise to be there for their sibling and a promise to leave them when all the both of them could do was sink to the ground and scream.
But not all understood. Leo, opposite to the tempered Taurus and grave Gemini and concerned Cancer, had stretched along the couch. Bottles of liquor were piled messily on the floor and Leo's mind had left hours before Aries'. The day had been long and hard, but Leo often found days without sunshine to be long and hard. They still heard Aries though, they could not be called deaf, but their concern had gone into hiding the moment the clouds rolled in, so Leo became selfish and their head became air and they cheered on the roar of the lion outside.
And while Leo drowned themself, Virgo made sure to keep their head above water. Virgo ached something fierce with every howl and they paused often to look but nothing changed. Their siblings were spread about, Cancer still waiting, more than likely cold and in pain, and Aries hadn't stopped (and wouldn't until they physically could go on no longer and probably not even then). Virgo could do nothing and they hated it, so they doted upon the absent Leo. They could not simply let another sibling suffer when there was still so much to do.
As the time crept by, its steps quiet and slow, the house dimmed along with those who lived in it. Sagittarius, however, remained blind to it. They had decided on a nap just before everything shattered, their body a noticeable dent on Taurus' bed. (Anyone claiming a nap knew to sleep in Taurus' room. After all, Taurus could never turn down an ask for warm hiding place.) Sagittarius' head still rested in their lap, Taurus' fingers running through Sagittarius' hair. Taurus would rather die than wake their sleeping sibling and so Sagittarius slept on, their heart beating and light, their ears unknowing of Aries' sorrow.
Capricorn pretended the same but they could not hide their wince with every hitch in Aries' voice. They had stayed hidden in the attic, their reasons for being there nothing but ashes in their mouth. Knowing they had no room in Taurus' bed or in Leo's liquor cabinet, they had curled around themself and dared a quick glance to the window. At another howl they turned away and continued to search for any hidden treasures. Capricorn wondered if Pisces had hid a princess up there or if Scorpio had already let a dragon eat her and wondered again if Aries would like one as a present. Even to themself, Capricorn didn't know which one they thought about.
There was a piece of family hidden in every corner of their house and even in the spaces out of it. As Aries asked God why even She did not love them, as Taurus soothed Sagittarius' dreams, as Virgo kept a worried eye on Leo just as Cancer waited in the rain, as Capricorn tried to find a fairy tale in a nightmare, Libra settled next to Scorpio and talked. Libra's mouth ran off, leaving their common sense in their bubblegum and their commas in their teeth. The air filled between the two - Libra's words stacked upon each other like how a ravaged house stood after an earthquake while Scorpio's silence was blown into the air with each puff of their cigarette. Unlike Aries, who demanded everyone see their raw pain and flinch because of it, Libra and Scorpio had sealed themselves on the back porch. Neither wanted to see the others; Libra could not stand Leo's messy manners and Aries' haunting eyes while Scorpio would rather stab themself than deal with Virgo's mindless patience and Cancer's pitying smile. As Libra's words blended into the white noise of the rain, Scorpio closed their eyes and pretended that the world wasn't dying around them.
And, tucked away in the kitchen, Aquarius and Pisces laid against each other, a bottle of vodka empty between them. Aquarius did not feel bad for giving Leo the alcohol they desperately needed, but, as they watched a crying Pisces, Aquarius didn't know what to call "for the best" anymore. Pisces was sobbing, their face red and throat filled with cotton, their tears silent and full of an aching sort of pain. Pisces knew they were sensitive and it took all that they knew to not join Aries and scream everything out. Aquarius, though they were just as tipsy, had kept them on the floor, their arm wrapped tightly around Pisces' waist—neither were leaving anytime soon.
Each sibling carried their own weight, their own kind of loneliness. Yet, when Aries finally collapsed, their body shaking on the grass, they all gathered together. No word was spoken and no bottle was opened just as no cigarette was lit. There were no princesses nor dragons nor music nor food. Just the understanding of a family remained and that was all Aries had asked for; the rain gone and the stars shining brightly. Why, it was almost as if you could see the constellations.
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