open to all // [ @talestarter ]
another day, another disappointment, sawyer thought to himself as he made his way out of the small pawn shop, hand massaging his forehead. travelling was taxing and tiring, and doing so when he felt less than perfect was another task entirely. but some hole-in-the-wall pawn shop had shown promise for a magical item he was looking for had lead him all the way out here and again, for nothing. he sighed before making his way into one of the local shops for some tea. there were good days and there were bad days. days when sawyer tried to keep himself stable. the last thing he wanted was to not be able to make it back home tonight and have to find someplace to stay instead.
he was sure he looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, the clothes on his back slightly disheveled, his curls falling in his face. he took a sip of his tea, catching someone’s eye. “ can i help you? ” he said, the grogginess seeping its way into his tone.
“i-i didn’t mean to stare!” he protests. his face burns with embarrassment, cheeks flushing pink. he fiddles with fraying threads on the sleeves of his cream sweater. suddenly two shaking hands grab his porcelain teacup, he lifts it to his lips and gulps. scalding liquid scorches his throat; it shocks him, jolts him into breathing before nerves get the better of him. “that was rude of me,” he says, quickly. remy adverts his gaze. sunlight streams through the shop’s windows. his eyes catch the light; honey brown hues are filtered into rich shades of bourbon. he clears his throat. “i’m, uh, i apologize!”
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