BRRZZZT.
Plum locks scattered across the pillow, unruly from hours of tossing and turning. Taiga hadn't slept well, likely due to how sleep still felt so unnatural to the Fae. As if she were wearing a second set of skin, the synthetic sensation akin to static coursing through her limbs. She had stayed awake for hours attempting it, but by the time her efforts were rewarded, it was evening. The alarm went off again, this time, the sound replied to with an indignant slap from the woman and a series of slurred complaints barely unrecognizable as English. Perhaps they weren't.
The lack of warmth from the other side of the bed caused sore lids to blink open in an attempt to register the information. Was it really that late? Taiga contemplated if Aisling was supposed to be working or if this was a night off, and she was just running errands while she was able to. It wasn't like Taiga meant to come across like a lost puppy looking for a home, but every so often, she panicked about Aisling's outings to a degree most adults didn't find to be appropriate. Clingy was the word that had been used. Taiga was clingy.
Music from the far side of the apartment popped on in time with Taiga's eventual exit from the sheets, her bare figure padding towards the bathroom to evaluate the state of her hair. She deemed it manageable and decided to forgo showering in favor of tying it up in a loose ponytail. She didn't usually wear it as long as it was currently, but Aisling had mentioned enjoying the length, and Taiga couldn't bring herself to return to her half-shave. Styles changed, after all. Long hair was back in, and as far as that went, the Fae was comfortable following trends when they suited her needs.
Returning to the bedroom, Taiga threw on a pair of jeans and t-shirt, socks found in a knotted bundled beneath the corner of the mattress. Grabbing her phone, she checked for text messages from Aisling, and then from Nic, though neither had sent any. Instead, she had a party invite that she kept looking over out of habit and a message from Errol that read 'Lol k'. Taiga texted her back to ask about the fortuneteller, but Errol didn't reply after ten minutes, so the Fae figured swinging by the bar was her best chance at getting answers.
She locked up and left, boots slapping against the hardwood of the stairs on the way down. Her bike was in its usual state of disregarded beauty, the paint job a crass shade of purple that Taiga found endearing despite herself. Taking a seat, the kickstand was adjusted while the keys were put into the ignition, followed shortly by skilled hands wrapped loosely around the handles. Her nostrils flared briefly while debating her odds with the One Night Stand, but realistically, she figured it was her best bet. Aisling worked where work was good, and the ONS had a habit of providing readily available patrons in need of palm and tarot readings.
Taiga wished her job was that easy.
By the time she was in downtown Valesport, traffic had picked up with the commuter rush, forcing Taiga to cut sharp corners and maneuver through the semi-stationary sea of work worn citizens. Hardly a night went by that the city wasn't congested, but the Fae was getting better at keeping her head straight. Minor mishaps didn't send her into a fit, and her tantrums were few and far between so long as there wasn't genuine concern backing her stance. Ever since her fight with Zeno, the woman had been trying to swallow that immense ego of hers so not to come off like the world was her enemy.
It was a work in progress.
Cruising down the back alley between the bar and the laundromat next door, Taiga dropped a foot down to slow her pace and forced a stop at the side door. Kicking out the kickstand and pocketing her keys once more, she left her motorcycle as it was, having no doubt that whoever might mess around with her vehicle was in for a surprise. Aisling might have been her most precious possession, at the top of the list, but her bike came second.
Wrenching open the door, Taiga shuffled inside with a small snort, hands busying themselves fixing her hair from a disheveled tangle due to the ride over. Rounding the isle in the middle of the kitchen, the Fae circled the room until she spilled out into the bar room with a grunt of disapproval. "Everyone's out tonight."
"I mean, yeah. People are trying to get home." Errol managed a meager wave while still focused on her show. "Not everyone can just, I dunno, fly around or teleport, or whatever it is you guys do."
"I don't fly." Taiga corrected with a quirk of her brow. "I dealt with traffic like anyone else, which was fucking thick tonight." She ran her palm over her mouth before peering around the otherwise empty barroom. "You see Aisling yet?"
"Nah, not yet. It's been dead." Errol finally looked up, though not at where Taiga lingered in the wings of her vision. "Soon though, right? I don't remember her schedule."
Not wanting to admit she didn't remember her significant other's schedule either, Taiga clicked her tongue. "I guess I'll just wait it out." Clunking to the bar stools, the Fae perched in her seat, tattooed knuckles knocking along the wood of the counter top. "You got a smoke then?"
"Uh," Errol blinked a few times, paler if that was possible. "I don't smoke."
"Since when?"
"Uh... Ever?"
With a sigh, Taiga moved back to her feet and headed to the vending machine, a string of words indescribably foreign trickling from her lips. Finally, she commented loudly, "I don't have any fucking quarters!" Tapped on the display glass of the vending machine, Taiga stared closely at her desired selection, a twinge of impatience starting to form in the middle of her stomach.
"Use two dollars then." Patient, Errol watched from behind the bar, her head tilting to one side as if she couldn't fathom the issues the other woman was having. "It'll give you change back. Just use two bucks."
Plum locks scattered across the pillow, unruly from hours of tossing and turning. Taiga hadn't slept well, likely due to how sleep still felt so unnatural to the Fae. As if she were wearing a second set of skin, the synthetic sensation akin to static coursing through her limbs. She had stayed awake for hours attempting it, but by the time her efforts were rewarded, it was evening. The alarm went off again, this time, the sound replied to with an indignant slap from the woman and a series of slurred complaints barely unrecognizable as English. Perhaps they weren't.
The lack of warmth from the other side of the bed caused sore lids to blink open in an attempt to register the information. Was it really that late? Taiga contemplated if Aisling was supposed to be working or if this was a night off, and she was just running errands while she was able to. It wasn't like Taiga meant to come across like a lost puppy looking for a home, but every so often, she panicked about Aisling's outings to a degree most adults didn't find to be appropriate. Clingy was the word that had been used. Taiga was clingy.
Music from the far side of the apartment popped on in time with Taiga's eventual exit from the sheets, her bare figure padding towards the bathroom to evaluate the state of her hair. She deemed it manageable and decided to forgo showering in favor of tying it up in a loose ponytail. She didn't usually wear it as long as it was currently, but Aisling had mentioned enjoying the length, and Taiga couldn't bring herself to return to her half-shave. Styles changed, after all. Long hair was back in, and as far as that went, the Fae was comfortable following trends when they suited her needs.
Returning to the bedroom, Taiga threw on a pair of jeans and t-shirt, socks found in a knotted bundled beneath the corner of the mattress. Grabbing her phone, she checked for text messages from Aisling, and then from Nic, though neither had sent any. Instead, she had a party invite that she kept looking over out of habit and a message from Errol that read 'Lol k'. Taiga texted her back to ask about the fortuneteller, but Errol didn't reply after ten minutes, so the Fae figured swinging by the bar was her best chance at getting answers.
She locked up and left, boots slapping against the hardwood of the stairs on the way down. Her bike was in its usual state of disregarded beauty, the paint job a crass shade of purple that Taiga found endearing despite herself. Taking a seat, the kickstand was adjusted while the keys were put into the ignition, followed shortly by skilled hands wrapped loosely around the handles. Her nostrils flared briefly while debating her odds with the One Night Stand, but realistically, she figured it was her best bet. Aisling worked where work was good, and the ONS had a habit of providing readily available patrons in need of palm and tarot readings.
Taiga wished her job was that easy.
By the time she was in downtown Valesport, traffic had picked up with the commuter rush, forcing Taiga to cut sharp corners and maneuver through the semi-stationary sea of work worn citizens. Hardly a night went by that the city wasn't congested, but the Fae was getting better at keeping her head straight. Minor mishaps didn't send her into a fit, and her tantrums were few and far between so long as there wasn't genuine concern backing her stance. Ever since her fight with Zeno, the woman had been trying to swallow that immense ego of hers so not to come off like the world was her enemy.
It was a work in progress.
Cruising down the back alley between the bar and the laundromat next door, Taiga dropped a foot down to slow her pace and forced a stop at the side door. Kicking out the kickstand and pocketing her keys once more, she left her motorcycle as it was, having no doubt that whoever might mess around with her vehicle was in for a surprise. Aisling might have been her most precious possession, at the top of the list, but her bike came second.
Wrenching open the door, Taiga shuffled inside with a small snort, hands busying themselves fixing her hair from a disheveled tangle due to the ride over. Rounding the isle in the middle of the kitchen, the Fae circled the room until she spilled out into the bar room with a grunt of disapproval. "Everyone's out tonight."
"I mean, yeah. People are trying to get home." Errol managed a meager wave while still focused on her show. "Not everyone can just, I dunno, fly around or teleport, or whatever it is you guys do."
"I don't fly." Taiga corrected with a quirk of her brow. "I dealt with traffic like anyone else, which was fucking thick tonight." She ran her palm over her mouth before peering around the otherwise empty barroom. "You see Aisling yet?"
"Nah, not yet. It's been dead." Errol finally looked up, though not at where Taiga lingered in the wings of her vision. "Soon though, right? I don't remember her schedule."
Not wanting to admit she didn't remember her significant other's schedule either, Taiga clicked her tongue. "I guess I'll just wait it out." Clunking to the bar stools, the Fae perched in her seat, tattooed knuckles knocking along the wood of the counter top. "You got a smoke then?"
"Uh," Errol blinked a few times, paler if that was possible. "I don't smoke."
"Since when?"
"Uh... Ever?"
With a sigh, Taiga moved back to her feet and headed to the vending machine, a string of words indescribably foreign trickling from her lips. Finally, she commented loudly, "I don't have any fucking quarters!" Tapped on the display glass of the vending machine, Taiga stared closely at her desired selection, a twinge of impatience starting to form in the middle of her stomach.
"Use two dollars then." Patient, Errol watched from behind the bar, her head tilting to one side as if she couldn't fathom the issues the other woman was having. "It'll give you change back. Just use two bucks."
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