nyc --> london ♔ and as the vision fades | i'll say i was blinded by your eyes

[postergirl]

♬ It Happens All the Time - Depeche Mode

WHO || Failboat, Des, Rafael, Isabella, Burt, and more~ [closed]
WHAT || The Knights finally say their goodbyes and head back to the castle
WHERE || NYC hotel; flight to London; London, England
WHEN || March 16th
HOW || Actionspam or prose

What was supposed to be a night to unwind wound up with a confrontation between Failboat and Keijen Blade that didn't exactly go the way the team was hoping for. However, in the process, they at least managed to get Isabella back and extract Dumage from her long term undercover assignment.

The remainder of the night is spent back at the hotel, recuperating, in order to catch the flight back to London the next morning. This also means saying goodbye to those who will be going back to Chicago: Isabella, Burt, and Rafael.

Comments

des } ota

[nothingsodivine]

[Des is a restless flier, especially when the flights are long, and his mood has started to settle back to the usual gruff ambivalence he's known for. He's up and moving a lot and when he's not doing that, those little individual alcohol shots are getting a workout. Damn boy. If your liver didn't heal itself, you'd be in trouble.]

[shootfirst]

[ kat watches him for a little bit, lucky curled up on her lap now that she's run low on laptop battery. ] You wanna sit down? You're making me dizzy over here.

[nothingsodivine]

You know what'll cure that? More tequila. I'm shocked you're still upright.

[SNIPE SNIPE SNIPE.]

[shootfirst]

We live in a world that sells actual hangover cures, you know.

Magic's awesome that way.

[nothingsodivine]

I've never needed any. [FLAT. But honest.

He gestures vaguely in Elena's direction.] Maybe you should've shared with the dancing diva over there.

[shootfirst]

I think she could use the object lesson. But you didn't hear that from this corner.

[nothingsodivine]

She was not the person who made bad choices that night. [He plops down in the seat behind her. If he sits beside her, something horrible will happen.]

[shootfirst]

One of the last things I remember distinctly was you making some stellar choices of your own.

[nothingsodivine]

What?

[See Des contemplate the emergency exit.]

[shootfirst]

Was I not speaking English?

[nothingsodivine]

If you still think I'm having sex with Nadia-

[shootfirst]

Nadia? The actual hell would I think that for? [ yeah all of the night is a blank after a certain point and that point is included therein ]

[nothingsodivine]

You thought she was in my apartment!

[Man, tequila is a hell of a drug.] What the hell d'you mean, then. Pretend I was the one blackout drunk.

[slay]

Thanks.

[ buffy drops into the seat beside him, ripping off his fun-sized alcohol bottle. she pulls off the cap and slams the whole thing, dropping it into the pouch of the seat in front of her and shifting to get comfortable with little success.

she's flying in the opposite direction. ugh. ]

[nothingsodivine]

It's a rough flight, but it ain't that rough, Blondie.

[This is a look of "damn girl."]

[slay]

I just left behind the one good thing I had going for me for a suicide mission against telepath demi-gods. It's pretty rough. [ she says it through a tight smile. ]

[nothingsodivine]

Guess now's as good a time as any to tell you Burt cleared him for vacation time in London. [Yeah. He's a bro.]

[slay]

He - What?!

[nothingsodivine]

Burt says he can visit whenever he gets an itch and it doesn't conflict with his schedule. [He holds up one of his bottles of booze.] It was the best I could do. A few months before he can take a little hiatus is a lot better than a year or more.

[slay]

... You convinced Burt to do that? [ the implication being: for me? ]

[nothingsodivine]

If you ask him, he did it out of the goodness of his heart. Not wanting his kneecaps blown off probably helped, though. [He smirks.] I told you not to expect a miracle, Blondie, but I managed something.

[slay]

I never should have doubted you. [ a grin works its way onto her face and she reaches over to squeeze his hand. that grin drops into something more warm and genuine. her elbow leans on the armrest between them. ] Thank you.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des's smirk doesn't fade, but he ducks his head and stares at the window.] You and Rafael have come too far for it to end like that. Both of you deserve a decent shot.

[slay]

Who knew you were such a romantic.

[nothingsodivine]

[He barks a laugh.] I think it's rubbing off on me. Between Fluffy and... [He trails off.] Mostly Fluffy. The bastard's too Italian for his own good.