saturday shorts
its about the yearning
Vaughn pinched the cartilage of his ears between his fingers and rubbed absentmindedly, feeling the soft skin moving against the bumpy not-quite-bone, the tips of his fingers just brushing against one of his piercings. He was sat on the bus, legs cramped from sitting for too long and entire body jolting every few seconds as the bus rammed over bumps and cracks in the road. The further they got from the city the shittier the roads got. No money for infrastructure in these parts.
The scenery slowly changed from tall buildings to rolling countryside to run down buildings as the bus grumbled slowly into town center, past sagging suburbs and empty businesses. Vaughn winced as his finger caught on a ring after a particularly nasty speed bump and pulled away from the window. It’d been a while since he’d been back here. Not excessively so, but enough to have just forgotten what his home town looked like. How small it was.
He wasn’t exactly returning a champion either, being a dropout. Which his parents were also not aware of yet. They also just weren’t aware of his coming home but he was sure they wouldn’t mind. As the bus trundled through the center nearing its stop he could see peoples heads turning just idly before returning to whatever they were doing. The bus coming in was probably one of the more interesting things that would happen that day. He hopped up as it hissed and squealed to a halt and hitched his bag up onto his shoulders, hefting a suitcase down from the upper level.
“Thank you!” He chirped, and thumped down the stairs. A few people stayed on the bus, going to another stop that he didn’t know the name of. He couldn’t imagine a town smaller than this. Pulling his resistant case across the lumpy pavement, he stopped at the ticketing office. A goblin stared him down, and he plastered a wide grin across his face.
“Hey Mr. Pemmel! Still taking care of the tourists huh?” Mr Pemmel had never liked Vaughn, and it didn't seem like that opinion had changed. Sometimes the heart really didn't get fonder with time.
He grumbled taking Vaughns ticket, punching a hole into it with a satisfying shink of the silver puncher. “Never tourists. Always just wanderers coming back home.”
Vaughn shrugged and grabbed the small ticket before continuing on, pushing out of the door into the cold air. He shivered, and pulled his scarf further up his cheeks, burying his face into as he hurried down the street. His house wasn’t far enough away to bus but just far enough to be an inconvenience walking to. It still wasn’t a long enough distance to calm down the panicked flip flopping of his stomach though, as he went over increasingly stranger reasons for coming back, into this town of mostly humans and not enough magic and certainly not enough friends.
Raising his hand, he knocked on the door. He still had permission to enter, but it’d been long enough that there was still a drag of old magic pooling around his feet, the fae laws grasping with lax fingers, weak enough for him to shake off.
It pulled open after a small racket of voices, and then he was staring into his mother's face. There was a standoff for a second, both of them studying each other. Vaughn opened his mouth, ready to launch into some long winded obviously-a-lie story before he was pulled into a hug, face buried into his mother's knitted sweater.
“Oh Vaughn honey, we missed you.”
ShadyAce nymphadora.
The scenery slowly changed from tall buildings to rolling countryside to run down buildings as the bus grumbled slowly into town center, past sagging suburbs and empty businesses. Vaughn winced as his finger caught on a ring after a particularly nasty speed bump and pulled away from the window. It’d been a while since he’d been back here. Not excessively so, but enough to have just forgotten what his home town looked like. How small it was.
He wasn’t exactly returning a champion either, being a dropout. Which his parents were also not aware of yet. They also just weren’t aware of his coming home but he was sure they wouldn’t mind. As the bus trundled through the center nearing its stop he could see peoples heads turning just idly before returning to whatever they were doing. The bus coming in was probably one of the more interesting things that would happen that day. He hopped up as it hissed and squealed to a halt and hitched his bag up onto his shoulders, hefting a suitcase down from the upper level.
“Thank you!” He chirped, and thumped down the stairs. A few people stayed on the bus, going to another stop that he didn’t know the name of. He couldn’t imagine a town smaller than this. Pulling his resistant case across the lumpy pavement, he stopped at the ticketing office. A goblin stared him down, and he plastered a wide grin across his face.
“Hey Mr. Pemmel! Still taking care of the tourists huh?” Mr Pemmel had never liked Vaughn, and it didn't seem like that opinion had changed. Sometimes the heart really didn't get fonder with time.
He grumbled taking Vaughns ticket, punching a hole into it with a satisfying shink of the silver puncher. “Never tourists. Always just wanderers coming back home.”
Vaughn shrugged and grabbed the small ticket before continuing on, pushing out of the door into the cold air. He shivered, and pulled his scarf further up his cheeks, burying his face into as he hurried down the street. His house wasn’t far enough away to bus but just far enough to be an inconvenience walking to. It still wasn’t a long enough distance to calm down the panicked flip flopping of his stomach though, as he went over increasingly stranger reasons for coming back, into this town of mostly humans and not enough magic and certainly not enough friends.
Raising his hand, he knocked on the door. He still had permission to enter, but it’d been long enough that there was still a drag of old magic pooling around his feet, the fae laws grasping with lax fingers, weak enough for him to shake off.
It pulled open after a small racket of voices, and then he was staring into his mother's face. There was a standoff for a second, both of them studying each other. Vaughn opened his mouth, ready to launch into some long winded obviously-a-lie story before he was pulled into a hug, face buried into his mother's knitted sweater.
“Oh Vaughn honey, we missed you.”
ShadyAce nymphadora.