Lost and Found
a starter based on a SNS interaction for the savior @vulpe-mp
There were times throughout his journey, when Alexander completely forgot where he was headed in the first place. But at this point, this kind of question wouldn’t have a chance to settle in his mind when the answer was so clear. All he wanted to do was to get home.
That was the challenge, though, wasn’t it? Getting home.
In addition to being completely lost in the middle of nowhere with no civilization in sight, he only saw three cars pass by within the last hour. And all of them seemed to be headed in the direction he wanted to get away from. Not that either of them showed any intentions to pick him up or even stop to talk to him.
He tilted his head back, allowing warm rays of sun to hit his face. It was deceptively chilly outside, and he was grateful for the good sense of his past self to put on a warmer jacket before his journey started. If only that very same past self would’ve put in just as much effort into planning his trip as he put into laying out an outfit. Maybe then he wouldn’t have gotten himself into this mess.
A deep sigh raised his shoulders slightly when he finally looked back at the road, making sure to look both sides just in case he could see another vehicle approaching. If anyone came by, Alexander would get up from his seated position on the ground to not only get a better look but also ensure he’d be seen. He certainly didn’t want to get overlooked from where he was positioned. But unfortunately for him, there was no need for him to stand. Instead, he sat with his arms resting on top of his propped up legs; mentally forcing himself to stay put.
After all, he had clear instructions to not move an inch. And although he wasn’t a fan of rules and order, this particular occasion warranted every ounce of his discipline to pull through. Truly a grueling task for someone whose idea of relaxation would be a workout routine of his choice and a general quota of interacting with at least seven different people, or alternatively a get-together.
When he felt the familiar buzz of his phone go off, however, his whole demeanor changed. Despite nobody being around to see him do it, Alexander’s back immediately straightened, and it was as if his entire body was on edge.
The enthusiasm and hope of any kind of distraction made him suddenly feel alert and energized. However, when he unlocked his phone to find no notification other than the system telling him that the battery was low, it was as if his chest deflated and the weight of monotony came crushing down on him.
“Fuck me.” A curse whispered into the wind for nobody to hear when he tried to spot any sign of life coming his way. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been waiting when a minute felt like an hour and an hour felt like an eternity, but all he could think of right now was Vulpe, his savior, coming to pick him up. Alexander just hoped he’d come sooner rather than later.
He's where exactly?!
Vulpe looked at the sent coordinates on his phone screen. Flabbergasted. What did he get himself into? He thought of the post on social media as a joke and he - thought he - participated in funny, albeit flirty banter. Something the vulpine demigod often passed his time with.
But it wasn't a joke. The banter was funny, and slightly flirtacious on his end, but a joke, it was not. The other was truly lost and Vulpe seemed the only one to be willing to drive out there to pick him up. Only, that was a joke, too. Well, it started out as one, because he thought the over wasn't actually lost. But... he was. So this wasn't a joke.
A few years ago, when the Brit was young and stupid and much less responsible (Vulpe? Responsible?), he would've probably - definitely - pawned this responsibility onto someone else.
Vulpe quickly grabbed his keys, wallet and coat and left his apartment. If he was quick, he might be able to make it to the other before sundown. And with what he had read on the thread, that was imperative.
To the dancer's luck, he had put a full tank of petrol in his Porsche yesterday, so he was good on that front. He made a quick stop at the grocery store to grab sandwiches, snacks, water, and a few sodas for good measure.
Vulpe drove, over speed limit, but still as careful as possible, keeping his head cool in this stressful situation.
No, really, who was this man in the driver's seat of Vulpe's car? Stressing over a stranger?
A little over five hours later, the sun began to set. Not a problem for a demigod with the eyesight of a fox, but he did begin to worry the other might've wandered off, or was taken or--
Nevermind.
For miles, there were no cars to be seen and people walking in these parts of the island - that's why it's called the middle of nowhere - was a rarity also. So someone sitting by the side of the road stuck out like a sore thumb.
Vulpe sighed in relief and flashed his headlights a few times and beeped his horn once. Rolling down the window, he called out the first thing that came to mind;
"Get in loser, we're going home!"
