knightsoflegend | Valentine's Day }{ Open post

Faye scoffs a laugh and shakes her head. "I'm not even sure I want to know what sex with Andie is like. Pretty sure they don't make vibrators that move that fast." There is such thing as TMI with these two, even with things being weird.

"I just wasn't in the mood for the romantic bullshit." Which vaguely translates to 'we broke up right before valentines day and it sucked.' Nevermind that Lila would have been out with her actual significant other that day anyway. Faye doesn't understand her feelings. Whatever.

"Isn't the point of Valentine's Day just chocolate?" Oh poor Lila and her incredibly romantic ideals of holidays. (To be fair, it had been romantic, but it was a surprise. Her plans had consisted of chocolate and tv before the surprise date.)

"And those dumb stuffed bears that say romantic shit like 'Let's Bang'." Yep. Very romantic.

"I think the point is to be with people you give a shit about." The bitter edge to her tone is NOT supposed to be as prominent as it ends up being. Whoops. She tries to cover it with a sarcastic smile that's masking how she's still pissed and hurt and confused by everything she's been feeling. Unfortunately, it's not the most convincing look (bluff 17).

"And I'm fresh out of those."

Lila's mouth presses into a line and it's clear Faye's words struck her. Not because she's insulted by the fact that Faye can't seem to give a fuck (and that is so clearly debatable (sense motive 17) that Lila isn't going to touch it) or that she can read the implications that her best friend is jealous.

She's pissed off again.

"You ever been to a funeral, Faye? No, didn't think so." She barrels onward without letting Faye answer because she knows the girl doesn't remember much, if anything, about her past. Faye and Sylar were like a matching set of dumbasses. She has to put up with Sylar occasionally dying -- she's never sure whose blood it is -- but he comes back and Faye does not. Faye will not. That isn't her super power.

"I have. They're nice, people say really wonderful things about dead jackasses, I mean you cannot find more lying anywhere else than at a funeral." The funeral she remembers, of course, is Philip Sharpe's so she might be just a tad bitter in her own right. "They always have someone really close to the dead person say something extra nice. Some stupid anecdote about the ridiculous time they ate sixteen boxes of pizza rolls when they were drunk. How they were a soldier in God's army and now they're marching with the angels. It's great."

Her fingers clench against Faye's bedspread. "If you died, do you know who they would make do that dumb speech? Me. How fucking dare you act like I shouldn't be pissed off at you for getting shot because you can't seem to figure out how to keep your mouth shut for five seconds. You don't even the right to be angry with me. Because you're mad that I do actually give a shit about you." She shoves herself to her feet. "So fuck you, Faye. Fuck you for making me care and then acting like it doesn't even matter."

Edited 2014-02-11 17:08 (UTC)

Unbeknownst to her, Faye has been to plenty of funerals, most when she was a small child, one of them being her father's. There was also the Henderson girl who had her neck snapped. That was a waste of good witch blood, really. But she doesn't know anything about that. It's frustrating for her to have no frame of reference for her own life, so she looks away, feeling a little anger bubble up but knowing that isn't the point. Unfortunately, Lila's point falls on dead ears for totally different reasons.

"You weren't there." She says cooly, looking back at the girl. "I went to find you after and you weren't there so i handled it. I got over it. You couldn't even answer a fucking text for days because you were busy with him. So don't talk to me about how much you care okay." As far as Faye knew, Lila had taken off with Sylar, not embarked on an unauthorized mission. To her, nothing would have stopped the girl from responding when Faye had tried to reach out to work up the nerve to explain what happened.

"You're mad at me, because--" Taking a literal step back like she was just slapped, Lila's mouth pops open. She should have known, it was the reason she was still mad at her dad after everything.

He wasn't there.

And now Lila wasn't.

"I wasn't with him." Scotland cat is out of the bag and Lila can't find it in herself to be fussed with what the blowout is going to be because her friend, her only friend, thinks that the reason she didn't answer the phone was because she was too busy screwing her boyfriend. She sounds exhausted, like that brief burst of anger took all her energy. "I was in Scotland, trying to find a stupid magic apple to break Amara's curse."

"Scotland." The word comes out flat, and there's an instant connection. "With Gold and Emma." That's where Gold had said he was taking Emma for their special magic lessons. That's why Emma thought that Lila had told her something about the trip she had gone on. God, it all made so much fucking sense.

"You lied to me." The way she says it just makes it a fact. She's not even upset about it, because why would she be? Lying was fine, lying was normal for them. At least now she didn't feel like Lila had just blatantly ignored her for days on end because she had more important people to occupy her attention. The relief of the truth cracks her exterior, the impact spreading slow and steady. Tears spring to her eyes, because being lied to is better than feeling as alone as she had. Spending the last two weeks all tightly wound and on edge has taken its toll and she finds herself unable to stop it, hard as she may try (will 10).

"Did you at least get the fucking thing?" She grabs the nearest throw pillow and halfheartedly chucks it in Lila's direction. She doesn't really know anything about the Amara situation. She met the woman once with Gold in the library, but other than being utterly depressing about the possibility of magic being stripped from them, she didn't seem hurt or anything.

"Do you really think that's the point?" She bats the pillow away from her like a cat with a ball of yarn (reflex save 13), before picking it up and chucking it back at Faye.

"You are such a dumbass." But now she sounds more fond than pissed off and so very tired because emotions are exhausting and emotions she's not used to having are exhausting by a margin of a thousand. "Why wouldn't I text you while I was with you? Who else am I going to gloat about having wildly acrobatic and excessive sex to?"

She's pointedly ignoring the tears like they don't exist.

The pillow comes back at her and Faye just catches it (reflex 16) before dropping it beside her on the bed. Her free hand still has the necklace in it, and the weight in her palm is suddenly less bothersome, perhaps even welcome. She doesn't know the details. Some of this makes the conversation with Emma at the party make more sense. She really wants to grill Gold now, since he started that woven lie and she can only imagine he's the one behind any large scale trip.

"You want to help me with this." She holds out her hand and uncurls her fingers to reveal the coiled chain and pendant. She can do it on her own, but it's gayer this way.

She can't help rolling her eyes, even as she moves forward to take the necklace out of Faye's hand. "You know I could easily choke you with this, you're taking a risk. Now move your hair."

So kind. So bossy.

"If you wanted to kill me, I'd be dead already." She doesn't seem at all bothered with this knowledge. Instead, she just smoothly brushes her hair to one side for Lila to have better access. She's quiet again, debating saying something or just letting them fall into their old habits. It's easier to act like she doesn't care, but they both had sort of thrown that out of the water.

"I'm trying to work on my temper. It's not easy, but... I don't like fighting with you. These last few weeks have sucked."

Lila takes that in just as quietly, clasping the chain around Faye's neck and stepping back a little to perch on the edge of her bed, hands curling around the edge of the mattress. She could agree with her, the last weeks had sucked. She'd gotten used to having Faye around on the daily when one or both of them weren't away on missions. Faye is basically the only person she hangs out with outside of squiring parties that isn't mentoring crap from Eric or Russian lessons with Dimitri -- neither of which she would classify as fun.

Aside from Sylar, Faye one of maybe two people she could classify as her friend. (The other being Felicity, that thief is pretty cool.) Emma she just doesn't... know how to classify. But Faye makes sense, they're friends, they're just both really awful at it.

"I'm not used to giving a shit about people, it always backfires in new and emotionally traumatizing ways, so that's why I got mad. Because I gave a shit and you... didn't." It didn't matter that Faye had had time to come to terms with being shot, Lila hadn't and she just reacted.

"It hurt more than I thought it would. And I couldn't do anything. I couldn't even move." Her hand instinctively goes to rest against where the wound once was. "It happened fast and I..." She glances down, because her pride is just as bad as her temper. "I was scared. I thought I was just going to die on the floor." This may be the most honest Faye has ever been with another person.

"All I kept thinking about was that it wouldn't really matter. Wynn would lose a Knight but no one would really care, right? I'm not used to this. You and me. I know it might be because I can't remember my life before, but it just doesn't feel natural to think that someone might care if I was gone. Everyone here has always been great. Even when I'm a bitch, they just roll their eyes but they're still...there. So I don't get why I always feel like I'm on my own."

"Because you're a dumbass." It's her first instinct, to inject some levity into the situation because as much as Lila will spill her guts all over Sylar, she doesn't like doing it to anyone else. But she understands what Faye means to a T and it makes her skin crawl.

Still, she tries again.

"I get it. I mean, I get feeling like someone is going to just drop you and leave without warning or if you leave, disappear, they won't bother looking for you. Like it's... an acceptable loss." There is definitely a lot of personal experience talking there, she probably won't ever get over being abandoned by her dad. "But if you ever left or died, or something, I would drag your ass back. So I could kill you myself. You made me like you, you don't get to leave now."

"It goes both ways. Every time you talk about taking off for Oregon, it sucks. Because I know you'd rather be there. Or least somewhere else with him." It's usually a joke, something easy to brush off when they pretend they're still casual acquaintances. But Faye can't help but feel like Lila could leave...whenever. Maybe that's why it was so easy to believe the story about her being with Sylar when she was actually in Scotland. She just assumes that's how it's going to work one day.

"I'll try to stay alive if you do. And I'll stick around...if you do too." There is nothing she hates more than feeling this vulnerable

Lila could tell her that the one of the only reasons she doesn't leave is because of Faye herself, but that feels like too much. She'd be giving Faye too much leverage and even after all of this she can't bring herself to do that. She never said she was good friend. Her past exploits in friendship had never ended well -- or even been friendships in the first place, usually -- she just can't share those last pieces yet.

But she's trying, so maybe that counts for something.

"I'll stick around, if you do," she agrees quietly. She chooses not the touch the Sylar remarks because Faye is right -- she would rather be with him, but she would also rather be with him here and she already said she was trying to get him to stay.

Normal friends would hug. Or maybe get teary eyed and apologize or promise to never fight again. Faye and Lila aren't normal. They don't even like to admit being friends. And all of this? Makes them both uncomfortable. So instead of making a big deal about their little promise to stick around for each other, Faye just flops herself back against the pillows and grabs her phone.

"Hungry? I was thinking about ordering Chinese or pizza or something." Let's just pretend like it never happened, k? K.

"Duh."

When is she not hungry? Spoilers it's never. She is always hungry. Being starving for a few years and you just can't get enough of food. And she is already pulling up the closest Chinese food place on her phone because she has it bookmarked, scrambling across the bed to get comfortable.

"Let's watch Bridget Jones' Diary and do one of those creepy summer camp blood pacts to never end up like hideous cat ladies."

Yeah. They're back to normal.

Edited 2014-03-10 15:29 (UTC)

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