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

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

"I guess. ...I'm just tired of it spitting back."

"Well, there's not much we can do about that."

One hand moved to her hair, brushing through it a little without properly realising.

"Still. It's not all bad."

This... this is exactly what she'd been looking for, whether she fully realized it or not. Her eyes slipped closed-- though she was still pretty tired, so it was likely just because of that. Of course.

"...I guess."

Of course, there could be no other reason, none that either of them would admit, anyway.

"There's all the free stuff it gives us, for one."

"Yeah. And I don't mind having ghosts to do all my work for me."

She could play this game, for now. A little distraction from everything else.

And they knew how to play this game so well.

"Like your own personal servants," he chuckled a little.

"...Still."

Despite her discontent, however, she was looking more and more comfortable where she was at. Her misery with the castle wasn't lessening any, but she at least seemed very content with where she'd chosen to run this time.

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Though he wouldn't say it, Crowley found some comfort himself in the fact she'd run to him. He'd been begining to wonder if she was done with him completely, which, when he thought about it, sort of went par for the course for him...admitting things.

"Still?"

It took her a little while--weeks, in this case--but she'd finally come wandering back. Sure, there were things that had chased her back to this place, but it still counted.

"Still. This place is cruel."

Just a bit of seriousness seeping into her melancholy.

Crowley makes a humming sound, leaning in a little so his chin brushed the top of her head. It wasn't a hug, nor was it cuddling. Not at all, nope.

"So is any world. This place is just better at it."

Whatever it actually was or was not, it was at the very least addicting. And it was this property that made it both so tempting and terrifying.

Luckily, she was too tired to be terrified. She needed closeness too badly to push him away right now-- despite certain things he'd admitted recently.

"It's more creative."

He chukled deep in his chest.

"That it is, we just have to find creative ways to beat it, hmm?"

"I'm out of ideas."

Aside from what she was currently doing, of course. She currently didn't have any coping mechanisms to even pretend at anymore. Even wanting to think something up took too much energy.

The demon sat back a little more, pulling her with him.

"Now, ideas, that's something I'm very good at."

She finally picked up her head, enough to glance up at him. Maybe a little skeptical.

"Ideas that will make things better?"

He chuckled at her peering at her over the rim of his shades.

"So doubtful of my abilities, Valentine?"

A halfhearted smirk to herself when he peeked at her over his glasses.

"Just a healthy amount of skepticism."

"After all this time?" he chuckled. "I'm wounded."

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"It just shows that I know you."

She sidled up a little closer, a little more unabashed about it.

And then, kind of out of nowhere-- "Vicious is gone."

Well, THAT gets his attention, he sits up a bit, for the moment not even noticing her sidling.

"What? Just left?"

"Yep. Just like that." --Snapping her fingers to demonstrate.

Silence, for a moment.

"So. What now?"

Just a shrug. That was the whole problem. That, and everything else lately, left her with very little-- no closure, no sense. It just made her want to wander around with her blanket until she bumped into something that made her happy.

Hence her current situation.

"Eqoulent."

He sighed, his hand brushing through her hair in a half-idle-half-affectionat kind of way.

"Probably best not to make any plans anyway."

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