running machine

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covers redesigned: the infernal devices

Each tiny golden cog has teeth,
each great wheel moves
a pair of hands which take
the water from the river,
devour it, convert it into steam,
coerce the great machine to run
on the force of its dissolution.
The Thames River Song by Elka Cloke 

You smile to yourself as you open the door to the gym, slinging your bag higher up on your shoulder you make your way towards the locker room. You quickly change, putting your hair up as you step into the gym. You look around for anyone else who you may have missed upon first entering and smile inwardly when you notice you have the place all to yourself. You decide to start with the treadmill, and plug in your headphones as you run with The 1975 playing in your headphones. You’re so focused on your pace that you almost miss the small, blonde haired, blue eyed boy grinning at you as he runs on the treadmill beside you. You quickly peek around looking for his parent, but find no one other than yourself and the young boy. You take your headphones out, slowing your pace a tad as you quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Aren’t you a little young to be running on that machine?”

“Nope! I’m trying to run like you do!” He explains proudly, amping up the speed a bit.

You can’t help the small chuckle that leaves your lips as he imitates your running posture. The two of you run for a little bit in silence before you stop your machine completely and look around for another adult, when you still find no one you turn your attention towards the small boy.

“I’m Y/N, what’s your name?”

“I’m Asher!”

“Well, Asher, where’s your mom or dad? Did you come here all by yourself?” You ask, pressing the STOP button on his treadmill, so he’ll focus his attention on you.

“My dad’s here somewhere.” He shrugs, wiping his sweaty forehead with his arm.

“How old are you, Asher?”

“I’m six!” He grins, he opens his mouth to say something else but before he can a tall, dark blonde man is picking Asher up and flinging the laughing boy over his shoulder.

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you! You were supposed to stay in the break room and work on your card for Grandma!” The man chuckles, tickling Asher’s sides as the small boy wriggles around in his grip.

“Daddy, stop!”

The man puts Asher down, a sheepish smile gracing his lips when he notices your presence.

“U-uh I’m so sorry ma’am. I hope he didn’t give you any trouble. I can give you a free month to make up for the inconvie-“

“He wasn’t a problem. He’s a real sweetheart, and he just wanted to run with me. Don’t worry about it.” You smile reassuringly.

“Isn’t she pretty, daddy?” Asher whispers a bit too loudly.

“Asher!” The man scolds.

Asher pouts, his blue eyes seeming to grow larger as he looks up at his father. “You said she was pretty last night, daddy!”

A quiet giggle slips past your lips as the man’s face becomes as red as a tomato.

“I-I-uh-I’m sorry about him. He gets a bit rowdy this late at night.”

“It’s fine. I don’t think his dad is that bad looking either.” You smirk as the blush across his cheeks dips down to his neck.

“I-I’m Luke by the way.” He smiles nervously, extending his hand for you to shake.

“I’m Y/N, and it was lovely to meet the both of you. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow night?”

“Y-yeah”

You bite your lip nervously, grabbing your things and shooting Luke a quick wink before returning your attention to Asher. “Wear proper running shoes tomorrow, and I’ll show you some proper techniques.”

“Okay! Daddy can you remember my blue pair? I wanna show her my blue pair!”

You giggle softly to yourself as you leave the gym, your stomach bubbling with excitement for your visit tomorrow.


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