Vaazel/Vaalink week
Day Two: Unfamiliar
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I had to take the chance to toss Vaati reborn into the mix.
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Vaazel/Vaalink week
Day Two: Unfamiliar
Hosted by @vaazel-vaalink-week
I had to take the chance to toss Vaati reborn into the mix.
Vio's quill is sourced from Vaati ofc.

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"an empty car in an empty parking lot" and... weird request but Vaati/Vio?
Vio sees the car on his way home from work. Itâs a nice car- too nice for the neighborhood- and itâs just sitting there, innocently, in the middle of the lot belonging to an abandoned bookstore. It draws his attention, his curiosity, like a moth to a flame.He stands there, staring at it, mentally warring with himself. If this is a trap, a ruse to get him jumped and mugged where nobody can see him nor care if they could, heâd be a damned fool to go investigate. Whatâs the saying- curiosity killed the cat? Even if satisfaction brought it back, you could never be too careful. There were all sorts of crazies in the world- he didnât fancy getting kidnapped by any of them.Movement catches his eye- a silhouette looking at him through the glass of the bookstore door. Itâs been chained and locked up since it was abandoned. Vio looks around warily, and when he looks back the silhouette is gone.Does he dare?âŠAgainst his better judgement, he does. Vio takes a cursory glance around the lot again, and when heâs sure no one is watching he quickly crosses the parking lot. He skirts around the car and then walks around the back of the store, not even bothering with the front door. He doesnât fancy breaking a window to get in- heâs got a stable job and two cats at home to provide for, thereâs no way heâs getting in trouble for breaking and entering. He finds the back door open.Not obviously broken into, just unlocked. Like somebody had a keyâŠor picked the lock. Itâs dark inside.He hears a crash, a loud exclamation. âShit!â Somebody yelps, and Vio is hurrying inside before he can process it, concern furrowing his brow.He finds someone he hasnât seen in years, extracting himself from a toppled pile of boxes. He takes the sight of him in- his hair has gotten longer, there are streaks of darker color in it now.âVaati?â Vio breathes out his name before he can stop himself. Vaati looks up and their eyes lock. Heâs no longer as baby-faced as he was back then- his cheekbones are sharp and his chin is angled and the hardness that was always in his eyes is gone now. He canât tell what has replaced it.âVio?â He asks, brushing dust off of his jeans and standing up. Heâs taller now too, but still only comes up to Vioâs nose. Heâs visibly healthier. No longer standing like a caged animal. They stand there, looking at each other.Vio thinks back to when he last saw him- it was middle school right? The details are fuzzy. He didnât much pay attention to Vaati then- only when he came around to bother him or his friends, and heâd tell him off with some snarky quip that made him stomp off, fuming. Vaati did a lot of stomping and fuming in middle school.The day he remembers the most was the day Vaati ran away. He walked by this same bookstore on the way home to see Vaati run out of it.Â
He was crying.
He looked devastated.Vio chased him all the way to central park, curious, concerned despite himself. It was there that Vaati turned around to yell at him.âWhy are you following me? Go away!â People were staring at them now. Vaati didnât seem to notice.
âWhy are you crying?â Vio asked him, lifting his hands in a gesture of surrender. âAre you okay?âVaatilaughed.And laughed and laughed and laughed and then his laughter turned to sobbing and for the first time, arguably too late, Vio saw him. He saw how he stood, hunched like a cornered animal. He saw the bags under Vaatiâs eyes, eyes hardened with some emotion he couldnât place. He saw the way his clothes didnât quite fit, how they hung off his frame. He saw the backpack, stuffed full of clothes and odd items.He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He was normally so verbose that even his teachers had trouble understanding him. Now, he had no words.Vaati looked at him, his hands visibly trembling.âIâm running away.â He said. âI canât take it anymore. Do you have any idea-â He stopped himself short, shaking his head sharply. Vio struggled to find a reply, and Vaati took a step back.âYou shouldnât run away. What will your parents think?â He was grasping at straws. Vaati glared at him.âI donât have parents. I never have.â Vio didnât know what to say to that- what could he say to that? Vaati didnât give him a chance to find out.âWill you come with me?â He asked. There was something hesitant in his gaze. Vio frowned.âI canât go with you. I have school and friends and a family-ââForget it.â Vaati snapped, interrupting him. âForget I asked.ââWhy?âVaati locked eyes with him in that moment, and Vio saw something in him crumble.âIâm terrified.â His voice was small, smaller than Vio had ever heard it. Vio stepped towards him.Vaati turned and ran.The bookstore closed not long after. Itâs owner had died. Vio walked by it every day, looking for a sign that Vaati had come back. He never did.Until now.âAre you going to keep standing there, staring at me?â Vaati asks, bringing Vio back to the present. He leans his weight on his left side, a hand on his hip. Vio swallows nervously.âWhat- what are you doing here?â He asks, wincing when it comes out more accusatory than he meant. Vaati narrows his eyes.âHeard the old man kicked the bucket. Came back to see if I could salvage the store, maybe re-open it.â Vaati says. Amusement dances in his eyes as he adds: âIs that all? No âHi Vaati, good to see youâ?âHe canât help but crack a grin at that, surprised though he is. âHi Vaati,â he says. âGood to see you.âVaati smiles, and thereâs something wistful about it. Vioâs never seen him smile before, not this genuinely, and he thinks that heâd like to keep making Vaati smile like that.
âWhat about you? What are you doing here?â Vio shakes himself out of his sappy, sappy train of thought at the question.âI was on my way home from work when I saw the car parked in the lot. I, uh⊠thought Iâd investigate. Is it yours?âIt is.â Vaati nods.âItâs⊠nice.â Vio grimaces. He doesnât know why he hesitated. Maybe itâs the veritable elephant in the room. âSoâŠââSo?â He looks at Vio expectantly. âYou can ask. Itâs not a big deal.âVio winces, wondering when he had become so easy to read. He looks out the boarded up window at the waning light outside.âMaybe not here?â He says, looking back at Vaati. âIâll pay for dinner if you donât mind driving.âVaati looks at him for a long moment, and Vio almost thinks heâs going to say no. Then, he smiles, and it takes Vioâs breath away, and he shrugs.âFair enough.âVaati locks up the store- he did actually have a key, to Vioâs surprise- and then the two of them get in his car. An Elton John song (âIâm Still Standingâ) plays on the radio as they drive down the street to a buffet Vio knows of in relative quiet. Itâs not an awkward quiet, for which Vio is thankful.When theyâve paid, and piled their plates high with food (Vaati sticks mostly to vegetables, Vio notes), the questions pour out of him.âWhat happened?â He starts, and then doesnât stop. âWhere did you go? Why did you leave in the first place? Whyâd you come back?âVaati laughs, a short, almost nervous sound. âIn order?ââUh-â Vioâs cheeks redden. âYou donât have to unless you want to. I think I already asked one of those already.âIf he did, Vaati doesnât acknowledge it. He picks at some rice with his chopsticks and Vio watches him curiously.âI uhâŠI was in a bad place.â He begins, eyes downcast. âEzlo neverâŠhit me or anything, but he yelled. When I was too loud, when I was too quiet, whenever I brought home anything less than Aâs from school. He kept telling me to do better when I was already doing my best.âHe says all of this factually. Like itâs a story heâs telling about somebody else, not himself.âI wouldâŠforgo food for studying and sleep for studying until I got sick from it, and then he would yell at me for not taking care of myself. As soon as I got better heâd go right back to being disappointed in me all the time and pushing me as hard as heâd been before. I got fed up, so I ran.â Vaati locks eyes with Vio and Vio canât look away. âI lived on and off the streets, found a job in Ordon eventually. Got therapy, took dance classes, had a couple of flings. Couple years later I got a notice on the front door of my apartment saying that the old man was dead and heâd left me an inheritance in his will.â
Vio tilts his head at him. âWhy come back to a place that holds such bad memories for you?âVaati picks up a dumpling, pops it in his mouth. Chews and swallows, and then he says: âBecause I loved the bookstore. I missed it.â His eyes are misty, staring off into the distance. âDidnât love the old man so much as I loved the place he called home.âThey eat in companionable silence for a bit while Vio mulls over his words. When they get dessert, he works up the nerve to ask: âDo you have a place to stay?âVaati shrugs. âI was gonna rent a hotel room until I got everything sorted.ââDonât bother. Youâre not allergic to cats are you?â Vio grins at him, and Vaati snorts.âNot allergic, just never liked them. Are you offering your place?â He glances up at Vio over his ice cream. He seems surprised, and maybe nervous. Dammit, Vio should be better at reading people than this.âIf you want it.âVaati tilts his head, seems to think about it.âIâd appreciate it.â He says finally, and Vio smiles.They leave, and just before they get into Vaatiâs car Vaati takes hold of Vioâs wrist. His eyes have some unreadable emotion in them- gratitude maybe? Vio is about to ask whatâs wrong when Vaati wordlessly pulls him into a hug.ItâsâŠnice. He smells like lavender and lemons. Heâs just tall enough to tuck his chin over Vioâs shoulder and his grip is firm. Heâs also really warm.âThanks.â Vaati murmurs into his ear.Vio smiles.
This went a lot of places. Iâve never written Vaati/Vio before haha, but I hope you like this anonPsst also if you like my writing or me or are feeling generous in general, perhaps consider donating to my ko-fi yeah?