prompt!fic: Summer - PG, spoilers
Havenverse Random Prompt Generator
Nathan Wuornos / Dave Teagues / summer
When he hears about Dave, Nathan remembers a snapshot of the year before Audrey came. His Trouble had been back, but those of others were mostly quiet, and the days had hit a groove that was long and bright and warm - reported to him by the sweat-scent, groaned discomfort and light attire of others, by the heat-haze rising off the surface of the roads, by the dried-out vegetation around him - and it inhabited his memory with a particular mellow glow.
He remembers Dave Teagues alone on a tandem bicycle, panting and pink-faced, grubby and sticky in the heat. “All right, Dave?” he asks as the bicycle skews to a stop near himself and the window Big Benjy is selling ice-cream out of.
“Sure thing, Nathan,” Dave puffs, the small man still lost amid his sweater-vest, tackling the intervening few feet to put change down on the counter, trembling enough from exertion to cause concern. Nathan watches the transaction until Dave is staggering back to the bike bow-legged with two cones in his hand.
“Problem?” he prompts, amused, as Dave reaches the bike leaned against its lamp post and his hands move in helpless circles with their burden, nowhere quite to go.
“Only my curse of an idiot brother,” Dave bemoans, “who would decide we should go riding up Winder Hill. Ha!, but who’s the one stuck halfway up there, now, refusing to move one inch due to the heat? You- This-” He clicks and tuts irately in his frustration and tries to tuck the cones into the strapping on the basket.
“So you’re bringing ice-cream?” Nathan gestures an empty hand and Dave purses his lips with surprise before handing over both cones, which Nathan shuffles into a firm unfelt hold in one hand. He swings one leg over the back position on the bike, poises to pedal, and tells Dave to hit the gas.
“Thanks, Nathan,” clucks Dave gratefully, climbing on with still-juddering movements.
“Emergency response,” Nathan deadpans, as they start to ride into the sun.
Vince Teagues face is grey and dull with shock, and Dwight’s is blank, and Haven is so much darker now than he could ever have imagined it growing. Audrey opens her mouth to muster words and sympathies. Nathan holds onto the memory of summer for as long as he can.
Nathan Wuornos / Dave Teagues / summer
When he hears about Dave, Nathan remembers a snapshot of the year before Audrey came. His Trouble had been back, but those of others were mostly quiet, and the days had hit a groove that was long and bright and warm - reported to him by the sweat-scent, groaned discomfort and light attire of others, by the heat-haze rising off the surface of the roads, by the dried-out vegetation around him - and it inhabited his memory with a particular mellow glow.
He remembers Dave Teagues alone on a tandem bicycle, panting and pink-faced, grubby and sticky in the heat. “All right, Dave?” he asks as the bicycle skews to a stop near himself and the window Big Benjy is selling ice-cream out of.
“Sure thing, Nathan,” Dave puffs, the small man still lost amid his sweater-vest, tackling the intervening few feet to put change down on the counter, trembling enough from exertion to cause concern. Nathan watches the transaction until Dave is staggering back to the bike bow-legged with two cones in his hand.
“Problem?” he prompts, amused, as Dave reaches the bike leaned against its lamp post and his hands move in helpless circles with their burden, nowhere quite to go.
“Only my curse of an idiot brother,” Dave bemoans, “who would decide we should go riding up Winder Hill. Ha!, but who’s the one stuck halfway up there, now, refusing to move one inch due to the heat? You- This-” He clicks and tuts irately in his frustration and tries to tuck the cones into the strapping on the basket.
“So you’re bringing ice-cream?” Nathan gestures an empty hand and Dave purses his lips with surprise before handing over both cones, which Nathan shuffles into a firm unfelt hold in one hand. He swings one leg over the back position on the bike, poises to pedal, and tells Dave to hit the gas.
“Thanks, Nathan,” clucks Dave gratefully, climbing on with still-juddering movements.
“Emergency response,” Nathan deadpans, as they start to ride into the sun.
Vince Teagues face is grey and dull with shock, and Dwight’s is blank, and Haven is so much darker now than he could ever have imagined it growing. Audrey opens her mouth to muster words and sympathies. Nathan holds onto the memory of summer for as long as he can.