paradisalost | though I have a broken heart

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though I have a broken heart

Who: Faye and Crowley
What: Some things just push you
When: Saturday
Where: Some little hallway
Rating: PG-13

Faye was tired. Sleep hadn't been the easiest thing to come by anyway lately-- monsters in town, people from home coming and going, a summer cold piled on top for good measure. And then the castle goes and takes away her room. It was all a little much, and it was wearing on her. It put her in a weird place.

Last night had been a total bust. The couches were taken, the emergency communal sleeping area was just too... communal. So, maybe she was hoping to find better luck now that she'd stayed awake all night and for most of the day. That's really the only way she could explain why she now found herself wandering through random hallways, overtired and a little drunk, with a pillow and blanket tucked under one arm and a box of kleenex under the other. She really had no idea where she'd gotten any of these objects-- she told herself that she probably just wished them up, but she vaguely remembered stealing them from someone. Possibly by force.

Either way, she was wandering, many kinds of miserable, and looking like a mess.

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After speaking to Aziraphale, Crowley had decided to return back to the castle. After all, threatening wiles to be thwarted was not something he could just back down from later. So, he was wandering the halls, peering into rooms and taking notes down in a little book. This would all be prime trolling material later.

He noticed Faye a little too late to avoid her, so he settled for an awkward wave, which he tried to disguise as lazy.

"Valentine," he said, before noticing the blanket and...well, the state she was in. "...Do I want to know what you're doing?"

Oh, hey.

Disregarding the wave, the greeting, the question, everything, her shoulders slumped in what seemed something like sniffly-faced relief when she spotted him.

"There you are."

And then, without further explanation, she continued to shuffle down the hall, heading right for him.

That caused him to pause, his eyebrow arched above his shades as he watched her shuffle her way over.

"...That implies you were actually looking for me. I was under the impression you were done with that sort of thing."

This woman. He was certain one day she'd make his head explode. It'd make one heck of a mess on the walls.

If that surprised him, he may be in for an even greater shock.

Continuing on, she just kind of... walked up to him until she bumped into him. And then just stayed there, face buried miserably against his shoulder.

"Shut up."

Don't worry, she'll do her best not to sneeze on your suit.

What the? ...Was she hugging him? Or as close as they got to a hug with clothing on, anyway. He stood awkwardly for a moment, comfort never being his forte. After a moment, he tentiviely patted her head.

"Did I miss something?"

Shutting up was never his forte, either.

With her arms full, it was more of a pathetic lean than a hug, but still far closer to one than she ever instigated willingly.

"I said shut up."

Just to remind him.

He managed to remain silent, to his credit, for about five minutes. Then he had to speak again, the confusion and strangeness of this scenario being too much to bear.

"No. Seriously. Did I miss something?"

And, to be fair, they were very nice minutes. She could almost see herself falling asleep standing up there, until he spoke up again.

She leaned away to answer, or possibly tell him to shut up again, but never made it that far.

Turning her head, she sneezed-- into the general armful of blanket-pillow-kleenex that she was hugging to her chest.

So charming.

Ugh. Humans and their wimpy immune systems. Honestly. He touched her shoulder, as had become common between them now, begining to heal her wihtout even noticing.

"Well, that's attractive."

Well, that was something that she hadn't considered before. He really was all kinds of handy.

Sniffling and somehow managing to juggle the things in her arms around enough to pull out a tissue from the box so she could blow her nose, it took her a minute or so to notice that her head was clearing and she wasn't feeling nearly so woozy.

Not that it helped her look much better.

"I didn't know you could do that."

He resisted the urge to step back from her a little, just in case any of that stray...whatever the hell was seeping from her nose landed on his suit. He DID resist however, and settled for shrugging instead.

"Bender of reality, remember? So what happened? Were you sleeping in a hole in the ground or something?"

Hmm. Sleeping in a hole in the ground didn't sound like too bad of an idea at the moment, actually.

"You mean this?" --pointing to her still rather sickly-looking face.

"Hell if I know. I guess the castle thought I wasn't having a bad enough couple of weeks."

"The castle gave you a cold?"

Crowley was quiet a moment, letting the gravity of that fact sink in. He made a 'huh' sound.

"You really pissed this place off once, didn't you?"

She groaned. Really, she didn't have a better answer than that.

"I wish I knew what I did to deserve this."

Now that she was feeling a little better, she gave a look around--at herself, the things in her arms, where she was--and her eyes settled on a wonderfully cushioned bench against the wall. Ah, yes. That was precisely what she wanted. So, Faye and her pillow and blanket and box of kleenex ambled over to pile onto it.

"Knowing you, it could be any number of things," Crowley remarked.

After the smallest of hestitations, he followed her, moving to lounge on it, pushing a little of the blanket out of his way.

"And the reason for the blanket is?"

He already knew, of course, it was probably the same reason he was avoiding his own room. Bloody castle playing silly buggers again.

By sitting down, Crowley instantly became part of the furniture, and thus-- fair game. The pillow immediately lumped up against him, she moved to lean against it and his shoulder, getting comfortable whether he wanted her to or not.

"I'm tired."

It was a true answer, at the very least.

He'd compain, but he knew full well that this was just the way things went. He turned his head to watch her out of the corner of his eye.

"Right. Of course. Ask a stupid question..."

Glad to not be miserably shuffling through the halls any longer, she sank into place against him very easily. She just fit well, here.

It had been a while.

"There isn't a decent place to sleep in this whole stupid castle."

"You mean when we can't get to our own beds? You might just have a point, there."

The demon made a throughtful noise, looking at the ceiling.

"Seems like it's making an extra effort, lately, to be an arse, don't you think?"

"Yeah. Some of us need sleep. And can't just... slither under a piece of furniture to take a nap."

But then, with a sigh, some of the dryness left her tone, and she pulled the blanket up over her shoulder.

"...Yeah. Kind of seems that way."

"Are you insinuating I'd sleep under some...couch like a common pet?" Crowley sounded mildly insulted. "There's all sorts of dust and grime under there, I'll have you know."

One hand moved to circle around her arm, his action semi-concious.

"Think we all pissed it off somehow?"

That was precisely what she was insinuating, and so she smirked a little. Just a little.

"Do you think if we said we were sorry, it would matter?"

She rearranged her pillow a little before resting her head again-- maybe a little closer to him this time.

For his part, Crowley pretended not to notice she'd moved closer.

"In case you haven't noticed, Valentine, I very rarely say sorry to anyone. They have to really deserve it."

Meaning her, of course. She deserved it. Usually.

When she wasn't blaming him for ridiculous things, maybe.

"It would probably just laugh at us if we tried, anyway. I don't think I'm going to give it the satisfaction."

That, Crowley had decided, was a completely different ballgame.

"Better to just keep spitting into it's face, hmm?"

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