Oneshots Galore!

Vion (No Name)

"Cam, get your goddamn stilettos out of my room!"
"Why don't you toss them in? I'll throw you your bow."
"Don't you dare! Set it down gently in the doorframe"
Vion hears a clatter and races to the doorframe to see Cam kneeling guiltily over his bow. He snatches it up and examines the arch that he had formed himself back in the Forest of Phycie. His fingers trace the battle marks scarred across the wood before his eyes turn to the string. He sighs in relief at seeing it completely fine
"Don't you want a better bow now since you can afford it?"
He shakes his head to dismiss the stupor," No, not yet. Let's finish up so we can get back to the others for that shopping trip."
Cam nods as Vion goes through their connecting door, clicking it shut behind him. He slides the bow under the mountain of pillows on his bed and tosses the rest of his dirty clothes into a basket by the door. Pleased by the 'cleanliness' of his room, he opens the drawer on his nightstand and straps a dagger to his thigh, hiding it under his skirt. Heading to the bathroom, he removes the bindings that he had wrapped around his chest and finishes dressing. The only thing he kept from his usual outfit was the brown corset he had stolen back when he was trying to survive in the woods.
"Hey, Cam?"
"Yeah?"
"On second thought, go on without me. I need some time to think."
"K"
He waits until he hears Cam leaving and heads the other way, towards the stable. He tosses his hair over his shoulder and runs his fingers through the blonde, almost white, locks as he thinks about everything that's happened since he cane home.
'I can tell something's wrong here, but I can't put my finger on it. Percy said we have to show everyone what happens in the prison, but to do that, someone needs to go in. However, none of us have any defense against physic attacks and could potentially lose any memory of what happened. Not to mention, the multiple gods that we've met don't seem to be of much help. Florence, Ronan, and Lesuth don't have anything to do with physic and can't do much to help. The only potential aide we can possible hope for is from Lyuten and I don't think Witcher's talked to him since he first revealed himself to her.'
He pauses when he hears a whinny and realizes he's walked right past Starlight's stall. He turns around and leads her out to tack her up for a ride. He pauses for a moment as another memory pushes at the wall separating him from his past and sets the saddle back. As he's taking the bridle off, the horse lips at his sleeves and Vion chuckles," don't worry, Star. I'll feed you when we get back."
As if she could understand him, she lets out a chuff and butts her head against his shoulder. Vion pets the little white star on her forehead and walks around with a hand on her side constantly until he's up on her bare back. and he gently squeezes his heels in to get her moving. Once they're out of the stable, he directs her towards the gate and the guards let them out after a promise of ale that night for them both.
He digs his heels in a little more, signaling Starlight to a canter.
Instead, she starts galloping and Vion has to grip onto her mane to hold on. He laughs as they fly over hills and plains, scaring away rabbits and birds. The wind whips at his hair and stings his eyes, but he doesn't care. The memory of his first ride bursts forward, the tiny boy who had somehow ended up on the back of the most dangerous horse riding it through these very plains. His fingers gripping the blonde mane as his parents scream from the castle. He could hear the guards' horses running behind them and his laughter. Laughter,as the mare carried him away. Laughter, as he weaved his fingers between those golden hairs.
Laughter as he flew, directing the horse that no one else could touch. He remembered turning her around and riding back home. He remembered the sobs of relief from his mother when he stopped the horse and the gentle nipping at his shoulder. Those wild, fiery eyes that matched his own, free spirit looking into his as he stables the mare.
Vion smiles at the memory and feels Starlight slowing down. When he looks up, the golden rays of sunset embrace his gaze, the clouds, a gorgeous array of blue, gray, and pink. And as he sat there, watching the very same sun he had seen all those years ago, he knew that no matter what.
He was home.