vignettes 🐟⭐
dipping my toe back into creative writing with a couple very short vignettes, unrelated to plot or anything. i ain't got fancy tumblr skills so here you go.
You wonder how he always looks so put together— his hair perfectly tousled in place, the whites of his starched collars unstained, his cuffs neat and tidy— when his space is anything but. A weak ray of light spilling from behind thick drapes reveals a swirl of dust disturbed by a purposeful stride across the room. "Ah ha," he remarks to himself, reaching behind a haphazard stack of magazines and knocking a jar over in the process, "my passport." Rafayel gives it a shake as if it might also have been collecting dust before tucking it in the back pocket of his perfectly pressed slacks. It may very well have been sitting there for months. You're distracted by the jar he knocked over, a thick silver liquid spilling at a leisurely pace. Your eyes dart between Rafayel, who was weaving back through a path between half-finished canvases and curio, and the sheer amount of… stuff crammed nonsensically into his living room. "What's wrong?" He cocks his head, noticing your expression. He follows your gaze back to the room and a half-beat passes before he seems to register what you're looking at. He hums in response and firmly turns you around, redirecting you out of the room with him. The door clicks softly shut behind you. ~ The early spring chill gave the breeze a bite. You pressed your hands together and blew into them for warmth. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Xavier drop down onto the bench beside you and hold out a coffee, "two creams?" "You got it," you nod, gratefully accepting the warm drink, noting the small self-satisfied smile on his lips. "Thanks for meeting me here," he says, not looking you in the eye. You sip in silence, trying not to tense of in anticipation of bad news. The coffee is relatively hot and you wince as you burn your lip. You force yourself to stay in a silence that Xavier rests in easily, letting it stretch into minutes. A bird cries out across the lake, the sound ringing uncomfortably between the two of you. Worrying at the burn in your cheeks, you blurt out, "You're leaving the Association, aren't you?" He looks at you now, blue eyes as clear as the sky above. He nods. You give him an exasperated look, but the confirmation releases the tension between you, "Where are you going?" He frowns as the echoes of another departure sits heavily in the back of his mind, he opens his mouth but the words falter, "I can't…" "You can't say," you finish lamely, tongue feeling thick in your mouth.
