06-03-2015, 04:54 PM
It seemed to take forever and Lucas' backside was tired of sitting. More than once he had taken a walk the entire length of the train. More than once he had passed the drink car and paused. His mind swirled. Aria was ok. Aria was a survivor. Aria would be home soon. Swirled. Aria was in a cell. Aria was being questioned. Aria was dead. Over and over again and his mind felt tired.
For the first time in a long while- of his own volition, he remembered somewhat bitterly- he found himself craving a drink just to stop the questions, just to escape the never ending worries. The sound of the glasses and the water as the bartender washed glasses and put them up were like music to him. a lullaby that reminded him of another time.
And then he'd walk past through the smoking car and back to his own car and center himself and the craving would pass. For a while.
When the trip ended, he was only too happy. Not much went in the way of conversation with Nox. Not that there was animosity. Lucas had worked through his feelings on that. For the time being anyway. And Nox was a link to Aria. He just didn't feel like talking. Their good-byes were brief. Nox wanted to meet up with his sister. Between her and Aria he was anxious to get off the train.
Lucas went to his apartment and took a shower and threw on fresh clothes. He felt clean for the first time in three days. He had felt like the train had stuck on him until then. Feeling a bit refreshed he went down to the shop even though it was closed. He wanted to be around people. Sergei was on a date or something, probably. The shop was empty but the sound of the door bell ringing brought him some peace. He put on some music and got his gun out and primed it. You never knew when a walk-in would show up. Saturday night was better for that, of course, with people out drinking. But people drank on Sunday too. Or they were emotional. Or whatever. He just wanted to get lost in someone's emotions for the time being. It would be a relief.
He had his back to the wall when he heard the door bell ring and smiled to himself. Good. He was looking forward to doing something productive.
When he turned, his smile melted awayl, the blood draining from his face.
For the first time in a long while- of his own volition, he remembered somewhat bitterly- he found himself craving a drink just to stop the questions, just to escape the never ending worries. The sound of the glasses and the water as the bartender washed glasses and put them up were like music to him. a lullaby that reminded him of another time.
And then he'd walk past through the smoking car and back to his own car and center himself and the craving would pass. For a while.
When the trip ended, he was only too happy. Not much went in the way of conversation with Nox. Not that there was animosity. Lucas had worked through his feelings on that. For the time being anyway. And Nox was a link to Aria. He just didn't feel like talking. Their good-byes were brief. Nox wanted to meet up with his sister. Between her and Aria he was anxious to get off the train.
Lucas went to his apartment and took a shower and threw on fresh clothes. He felt clean for the first time in three days. He had felt like the train had stuck on him until then. Feeling a bit refreshed he went down to the shop even though it was closed. He wanted to be around people. Sergei was on a date or something, probably. The shop was empty but the sound of the door bell ringing brought him some peace. He put on some music and got his gun out and primed it. You never knew when a walk-in would show up. Saturday night was better for that, of course, with people out drinking. But people drank on Sunday too. Or they were emotional. Or whatever. He just wanted to get lost in someone's emotions for the time being. It would be a relief.
He had his back to the wall when he heard the door bell ring and smiled to himself. Good. He was looking forward to doing something productive.
When he turned, his smile melted awayl, the blood draining from his face.