I want to say someday I'll be back. Let the blog sit fallow until inspiration strikes again.
Or not.
Ghost was there for me when I needed a reason to wake up the next day. Maybe I've outgrown this space. Maybe I was always passing through.
Thank you to the Ghost fandom, specifically the kind folks who held space for me for the last three years. I hope you know who you are. I've always cared for you in my own fucked up way.
“honor the friendships that allow you to pick up from where you last left off, regardless of how long it’s been since you connected. the friendships that survive hiatuses, silences and space. those are the connections that never die.”
Ooh, I have an idea! Dewther or perhaps even Dew/Aeon human au...but Aether/Aeon is a bona fide psychic and Dew is a hard ass skeptic. Pretty please. -🔔
(Literally none of these are three sentences so far, what is wrong with me. No warnings for this one, aside from some mild language.)
"Bullshit," Dew scoffs, leaning his chair back to balance on two legs. "You don't really expect me to believe this crap, do you?"
Beside him, Aether rolls his eyes.
"Ye of little faith," he chuckles, nudging Dew's knee with his own. "I'm telling you, Dew, he's never wrong."
Across the small table, in a haze of incense smoke, sits a young man whom Dew would be hitting on in any other situation. He's handsome in a boyish way, with dark, shaggy hair and sparkling eyes in a color Dew can't quite parse. Something between blue and gray, he thinks. He has a few facial piercings his lip, his septum, his left eyebrow - and Dew can see the edges of tattoos peeking out from the sleeves and collar of his hoodie. He hasn't stopped smiling since they entered his shop, and Dew is pretty sure the kid hasn't stopped looking at him the entire time.
"Whatever," he says with a dismissive wave. "He's probably about as accurate as that fortune cookie I got last week."
Across the table, their supposed psychic chuckles. He scoots closer and leans on his elbows, cupping his own face in both hands, and something about the look in his eye makes Dew straighten up in his chair.
"What're you so scared of?" He nods at the table, a slew of tarot cards laid out before the three of them. "That I might be right?"
Dew barks out a loud ha, shaking his head and slinking out of his chair.
"About what?" He doesn't even try to keep the incredulity from his voice, and Aether stares at the carpet. "You say I'm gonna 'run into someone unexpected'," he mocks (complete with air quotes), pointing at a card most definitely not the one associated with that particular prediction. "That it'll 'help to open my eyes'." Another scoff. "I got news for you, kid - I can see just fine."
He shrugs on his leather jacket, tossing his hair over his shoulder. He looks down his nose at the reader, and his disarming grin sets Dew's teeth on edge.
"C'mon, Aeth," he grumbles, tugging on his shirtsleeve and nodding towards the door. "Let's get outta here. I'm getting metaphysical cooties."
Aether rolls his eyes and offers the reader an apologetic smile. He doesn't seem put out in the slightest though, unfolding himself from his own chair and sauntering back behind the counter. Dew doesn't spare him so much as a second glance as he heads towards the door.
"I'll be right out," Aether calls, and Dew waves over his shoulder when he shoves the door open.
The crisp autumn air fills his nose, chasing away the sickly scent of incense as he sucks down a lungful. He fishes a crumpled packet of cigarettes from his pocket as the door creaks shut, and a sudden breeze makes him turn to his right in an effort to cover the flame of his lighter.
"Behind you," a cheery voice calls just as the door slips shut, and Dew's shoulders go tight. He spins on his heel with every intention of storming back inside and -
"Fuck!"
Dewdrop slams directly into the only other person on the street - a stern looking older woman, in a black pencil skirt and matching blazer - stumbling backward as he feels something cold soak into his shirt. His back hits the shop window and he stares down at his shirt, blinking at the dark brown stain now marring the white fabric. The one day he wears white.
"Watch where you're going," the woman scolds him, grimacing at her now mostly empty coffee cup. "What a waste," she huffs, tossing it into a nearby trash can. With one last withering state she struts off down the sidewalk, heels clicking against the cobblestone path, and Dew feels himself getting redder by the second.
He slips back into the reader's shop, wincing when the chime rings out. At the counter, the pair of them are staring at him - Aether's eyes sit wide, darting between Dew's ruined shirt and flushed face. The reader still wears that same smile, and he gives Dew a little finger wave.
"Guess you should've kept your eyes open," he teases, and Dew stares daggers at him.
Aether doesn't make a sound as he finishes checking out, silently paying for the reading and a couple of cryatals that had caught his eye. Dew doesn't stick around to see what the damage is, storming out once more and heading to the car.
This time, he looks both ways when he leaves, and the little chuckle he hears from behind the counter makes him feel like an absolute fool.
He only sits in the car for a few minutes before Aether appears, fruitlessly attempting to daub the coffee from his shirt with a handful of takeout napkins. He grumbles under his breath when Aether gets behind the wheel, and holds up a hand when he opens his mouth.
"Not. A. Word."
Aether holds up both hands in concession, sticking his bag in the back seat and turning over the ignition. He pauses for a moment with his hand on the gearshift, and with a sigh pulls out his wallet.
"Here," he says, offering Dew a small white rectangle. "Just in case."
Dew eyeballs the little piece of cardstock like it'll burn him on contact. With a heavy sigh he abandons his attempt at cleaning up, grabbing the card from Aether's hand and really fighting the urge to huck it out the window. In the back of his mind, though, the rest of the reader's so-called predictions repeat themselves, and Dewdrop sighs as he looks at the business card.
On the front, in simple block lettering, it reads:
Aeon, Psychic for Hire
Dew blinks. One name? Who was this kid? There isn's even a business name or phone number, nothing. He flips the card over, incredulous, and finds one more line of text:
Don't worry, I'll call you.
The moment he finishes reading, his phone chirps, and Dew jolts so hard he drops the card. Aether snorts beside him and Dew throws a coffee-damp napkin at his face. He fishes out his phone with a scowl - he knows it's another coincidence, just like the woman with the coffee must have been. He's gonna look at his phone and see a text from Rain or Swiss, or maybe just some notification he doesn't give a shit about.
Or he could see a single line of text from an unknown number, staring back at him like some kind of cruel joke.
A clean tie attracts the soup of the day. :)
"What the fuck..."
"Hmm?" Aether looks over as he shifts into drive, pulling out into the quiet street. "What's up?"
Dew stares at the screen until it goes dark, and then shoves his phone back in his pocket. He slouched in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and staring out the window while Aether talks about the crystals he picked up.
Dew doesn't hear a word of it. He can only think about the fortune cookie he got last week, the one still stuck to his fridge because it made him laugh until he cried:
"A clean tie attracts the soup of the day."
His phone chimes again, and Dew does not look at it.
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