Tarot Dreams

Chapter 1 New Home

The car ride to Gravity Falls was excruciating long and quiet, Ayan gently resting his head on the door. Rya gripped the weathered steering wheel, her pale pink lips formed a thin line as she stared at the road ahead. This move had been hard on both of them. Their mother had died just a month before, after grieving the death of their grandpa. Their stepfather kicked them out, saying that they were old enough to live on their own, mainly because he found out he didn’t get any of their mother’s inheritance. All their stepfather wanted was their mother’s inheritance passed down from their grandparents from both sides (mother and real father), he really didn’t care too much about them. 

So now they’re on the road, in a blue, beat up, pick-up truck. Rya found a decent sized cabin -nothing fancy- to help them on their feet. Ayan’s red eyes scanned the lush, green, scenery. Despite the hectic situation the forest helped calm his nerves. His fingers brushed the golden bands seemingly merged within his skin. He let out a low hum, a melody he played on repeat, Rya joining in soon after. The rest of the ride was filled with the quiet memory of a time when their mother would sing them to sleep while their real father tucked them in bed.

It took all the willpower Ayan had not to start weeding the house. The house itself was a disaster, ivy and weeds growing just about everywhere. Shingles falling off the roof and the was askew. Even the doorstep was crooked, like how old was this place? “Looks like a real fixer upper, some things I won’t b able to fix until next week.” Rya mumbled, expertly looking over the house. Ayan internally cringed at the thought of what the town looked like if this house looked the way it did. Rya looked over at her brother, a sympathetic look crossed her features. “Hey, you don’t have to come with me to town if you don’t want to. I can simply get the supplies and back, it’s not that hard.” Rya reassured him. 

“For now let’s get unpacking, okay? Rya continued, placing a hand on his shoulder. Ayan nodded, heading towards the back of the truck to get the first few boxes. It had taken them about a hour and a half to get all the boxes inside and into their designated rooms, but all it was now was to unpack one room at a time. Ayan started in the kitchen, putting dishes and silverware in their respective places. The pots were hung nicely above the island in the kitchen.  Once everything was said and done in the kitchen Ayan decided to work on his room as night approached. He entered the living room hands in his hoodie pockets, Rya slowly twirling in the living room