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daughterofawolf) wrote2021-05-23 07:07 pm
daughterofawolf) wrote2021-05-23 07:07 pm
gears and goats [for ellie]
[dated to...early May sometime? idk, we'll figure that part out]
This morning, after she'd already left for school, Eponine had gotten a text from the garage. She'd changed routes after speaking to Rey, and instead of saving up for a new, pristine motorcycle (or even an old, pristine motorcycle), had researched until she found something run-down, rusted, priced to get rid of -- but, to her eyes, salvagable.
And then, on the fresh flush of a paycheck and the money she'd saved, and washed in the reminder of the conversation she and Ellie had on Valentine's Day as she moved her things over to the house in the country, she'd purchased it. In more cash than she'd ever had in her hands at once, all at once so she didn't owe anyone a bit of interest, bursting to tell anyone and everyone.
But she hadn't. It wasn't ready yet.
That had been a few weeks ago; almost a month. Since then, it's been at the garage, having all sorts of repairs and adjustments made, for which she's paid almost as much as she did initially, though in bits and pieces, allowing her to stop panicking a bit. This morning, they'd let her know the last of it was done and it was ready to go, humming like new.
Through classes, she's fidgety, just bursting to go pick it up and maybe pick up Ellie to go somewhere on it -- she'd bought a second helmet, on the sly, though she's had her own since she started taking lessons -- and hoping, a little bit, she doesn't give her girlfriend a heart attack -- she's known this was a plan, just not that it was happening.
Her phone buzzes toward the end of the last class of the day and she glances at it.
Hey. When you get home I have a surprise for you.
A pause.
I don't mean a sexy surprise. Just so you're clear. But it is a good one.
Eponine stifles a laugh and texts back I love all surprises! Actually, I have one too.
She adds, Maybe a little bit sexy. I don't know. You'll tell me I guess.
She gets back a 👀 emoji and sends back a laugh reaction.
After school, she picks up and pays for her motorcycle -- her motorcycle! -- carefully gets on it and puts on the helmet, checks everything very carefully as she was taught, and turns the ignition. It rumbles to life under her and she can't help a grin, taking a test around the parking lot to test both the controls, and her handling of it.
"Everything feel good?"
"It feels great," she says with a delighted laugh, and after one more check, she sets about driving straight -- well, home.
This morning, after she'd already left for school, Eponine had gotten a text from the garage. She'd changed routes after speaking to Rey, and instead of saving up for a new, pristine motorcycle (or even an old, pristine motorcycle), had researched until she found something run-down, rusted, priced to get rid of -- but, to her eyes, salvagable.
And then, on the fresh flush of a paycheck and the money she'd saved, and washed in the reminder of the conversation she and Ellie had on Valentine's Day as she moved her things over to the house in the country, she'd purchased it. In more cash than she'd ever had in her hands at once, all at once so she didn't owe anyone a bit of interest, bursting to tell anyone and everyone.
But she hadn't. It wasn't ready yet.
That had been a few weeks ago; almost a month. Since then, it's been at the garage, having all sorts of repairs and adjustments made, for which she's paid almost as much as she did initially, though in bits and pieces, allowing her to stop panicking a bit. This morning, they'd let her know the last of it was done and it was ready to go, humming like new.
Through classes, she's fidgety, just bursting to go pick it up and maybe pick up Ellie to go somewhere on it -- she'd bought a second helmet, on the sly, though she's had her own since she started taking lessons -- and hoping, a little bit, she doesn't give her girlfriend a heart attack -- she's known this was a plan, just not that it was happening.
Her phone buzzes toward the end of the last class of the day and she glances at it.
Hey. When you get home I have a surprise for you.
A pause.
I don't mean a sexy surprise. Just so you're clear. But it is a good one.
Eponine stifles a laugh and texts back I love all surprises! Actually, I have one too.
She adds, Maybe a little bit sexy. I don't know. You'll tell me I guess.
She gets back a 👀 emoji and sends back a laugh reaction.
After school, she picks up and pays for her motorcycle -- her motorcycle! -- carefully gets on it and puts on the helmet, checks everything very carefully as she was taught, and turns the ignition. It rumbles to life under her and she can't help a grin, taking a test around the parking lot to test both the controls, and her handling of it.
"Everything feel good?"
"It feels great," she says with a delighted laugh, and after one more check, she sets about driving straight -- well, home.