Title: a change of scenery

Disclaimer: not my characters

Warnings: pre-movie

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 180

Point of view: third

Prompt: curried

Boaz had been boring. He didn't excel at anything except being pretty—not at sports or school or hobbies. He was middling all the way.

Boaz went to college for a medical degree, attended for three semesters, and then dropped out. He did well enough—middling all the way—but he didn't love it. He finally decided to stop wasting money and time, and headed out west.

Boaz had no dreams, no plans. He'd followed his parents' path. He'd have a boring, miserable life, and then die a boring, miserable death.

Boaz stared at the Pacific Ocean. His hair was long and messy, his clothes threadbare, and he hadn't eaten in three days. He'd never felt so alive.

He saw a help wanted sign at a brand-new sandwich shop. Boaz would never work there—too wrapped up in his father's idea for his future.

"Name?" the owner asked, scribbling notes on a scrap of paper.

Boaz lived in the Midwest, middling all the way.

"Priestly," he said.

The next day, before heading to work, he got his first tattoo.