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

[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.

[slay]

He's a dangerous guy to have around. Next thing you know we'll all be singing ballads and throwing roses around.

[nothingsodivine]

Yeah, well if I start singing "That's Amore" at anyone, put me down and hope I get over it after I wake up.

[slay]

All you're really doing is tempting me to start humming it until you pick it up.

[nothingsodivine]

Trust me, Blondie. You do not wanna hear me sing.

[slay]

Why, are you tone deaf? That does explain the poor taste in music.

[nothingsodivine]

I think cats in heat have better harmony than me. [He rolls his eyes.] And my taste in music is fine.

[slay]

If by fine you mean terrible. [ just sayin. she pulls a book out of her bag, settling into the seat. ] It's a long way home. Hope you brought sudoku.

[nothingsodivine]

Your home. I'm gearing up for another long trip away from mine.

[He was getting really used to his own bed too... That whole two days.]

[slay]

What's that saying? "Home isn't a place, it's people"?

[ though by that warrant, she supposes she's taking a long trip away from hers, too. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[He's quiet for a moment.]

You know this ain't forever, right, Blondie? You think leaving Rafael is hard- that pointy little SOB won't be nearly as much of a ghost as I'll be.

[It's a small movement forward. He's not pushing them away to avoid the inevitable, just pointing out that it is inevitable.]

[slay]

I know you keep saying that, but ... [ she looks up at him and shakes her head. ] I don't believe you.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des can only hold her gaze for a second before he turns away.] This don't end with me doing freelance for Wynn and doing these missions for years- for you and then for your kids, and then for their kids. I mean, that's what you're expecting, right?

[slay]

I don't think fat grandchildren are in my future, Des. [ she laughs at that, but it's a bitter thing that sounds like something breaking. ] But, I know you're gonna be there 'til I'm not.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des can't hide the overwhelming look of despair that crosses his face.]

And if you were me, you'd know why I wouldn't wanna stick around to see that happen.

[slay]

I don't have to be you to know that. But, I also know that it's better to stick around than to sit around in a hundred or two hundred years and realize you missed out on time that you could have been there and weren't.