dreams on a gold wire

They go and get their ears pierced together – or, rather, the ones who haven’t already do. Vax watches, grinning and tugging at the small hole in his left earlobe, and so does Pike, with tiny, silver-white crystals sparkling in each ear. It’s too much money a head for them to really afford, and the place they go to is tucked in a back-alley and almost certainly not the safest, cleanest, or best choice they could have made, but it’s okay. They take it in turns, bickering and teasing and squabbling as they wait, crowded into the small space of the piercing studio.(A collection of modern au Vox Machina drabbles.)