( it's a day or two after she comes back from the dead that Kate stands at the doorway of Faith's room, leaning against the frame, hands draped loosely at her sides.
some might have spent some time building up to what they really wanted to say, filling the air with smalltalk and what have you.
there's no need for ceremony, though. )
Couple of months ago, someone managed to surprise the gods. Brought in things from their world. ( oh boy. ) Monsters, mostly. Thought it might have had summat to do with The Door and tried to help them strengthen their powers. Didn't really work.
( remember that little thought about asking Kate about the monsters? there's your answer, Faith. )
[Faith is folding some fabric for Crow's bed (she can't help it, it's so cute!) when Kate comes in, so it takes her a second to process it all, and then another few for her to figure out what Kate's talking about. Faith does get there, though, and then she widens her eyes and says, almost awed,] Ooh. I heard about that from this girl, Miriam. Sounds like it went bad.
[Then she frowns.] What was it you all were tryin' to do?
[Faith makes good on her word. She also spends the trip there wondering if this is about what she thinks it is. An apology? Or does he want to chew her out again? This time, she's in a better place, not waiting for her friend to be revived. This time, she won't argue with him.]
[ Ah... that was easier than he thought it'd be. It shows how much he expects from people lately. But he will not complain, even if he was ready to actually say please if Faith refused... Oh well.
Unlike her, however, he's not in a very good place. Not to say he hasn't come to terms that Kate is alive and well, but that hardly is just the tip of the iceberg, he's thrown away everything he had worked towards so far, and he doesn't want it back. But Kate had asked him to do this, and maybe, it was something he wanted to do as well.
Shadow waits for her, impatiently, he's got only so much time before Henry decides to track him down again after all. She may easily spot him—he's the black and red hedgehog!—actually sitting on one of those tall stools at the bar. A glass filled with an amber drink rests in front of him.
He's been wondering for the past ten minutes if he's going to need it or not... ]
[It's because she's better, because she's talked with Kate some, chatted with Crow, gotten her mind off the death part. Otherwise, Faith might've just not replied at all.]
Shadow. [Not 'Mr. Hedgehog.' Well, she's still hurt. What do you expect? She approaches him, taking the seat next to him. She will not be having a drink right now.
And yet, she still seems friendly, a slight smile softening her face.] Well, here I am.
( it's been years since she sat on a rooftop at sunrise with another person. longer still since that person wasn't Marc, and never has it been someone who isn't family.
but then, Faith's as close as she'll ever get to family now, isn't she? so maybe that never is still never.
her fingers thread through Faith's hair, elbows propped on half bent legs as she begins pulling it back from her friend's face, slowly dividing out sections and pinning them up with clips found in the stores here.
(she's had long hair as long as she can remember, and while Diana's fingers are more magical than Kate's, Kate isn't exactly helpless at creating something nice.) )
How you findin' this place?
( it's been a while now, since Faith arrived, long enough to have a proper conversation about her impressions, Kate thinks. )
[The 'sun' warms Faith's skin as she smiles, facing the underground dawn. Her eyes are closed against the light as she basks in the moment, in the feel of Kate's fingers in her hair.
For the first time since arriving here, she feels relaxed, the ache of home dulled by the presence of someone who truly cares for her and not her Name.]
Not bad. [She gives a little shrug.] Guess I get it, why the gods do what they do. Just wish it weren't so... rude? Intrusive.
Stubborn? ( assholes? she can offer several words about them, but- yeah, she supposes she can also understand what's going on. why they're as they are, provided everything is true.
her fingers begin knitting together pieces of hair, beginning to braid a section before pausing and undoing it, unclipping a few pieces of hair.
better idea. she gathers hair at one side of Faith's head, begins plaiting the first section of a style she occasionally takes the time to do on herself (not nearly often enough, way too much time involved when a bun is far quicker). )
Think this place sorta brings people together.
( kind of like The Agency. being stuck in a shitty situation together creates bonds that can't really exist any other way. ones that go beyond simple friendship. )
Rude. [It's pretty rude to mess with people's emotions like that, right? No need to be nasty back, though. (Besides, they got back at Fear for the zombies by leaving him zombies in his temple! That was fun.)
Do good things to her hair, Kate. She's trusting you!]
Yeh for sure. No matter what goes on, it's always the gods messin' with all of us. Doesn't make sense to be fighting with each other.
( she wakes up to an empty bed and has to swallow back the customary panic that arises when that happens. the one that's irrational, right? he's just gone to the bathroom, or gone to get a drink-
maybe she overslept and he's gone off for the day already? her phone says no when she checks the clock app, minutes ticking by in silence that is too loud, too unnatural. it keeps going and he's not back and it's too damn quiet.
(there's got to be another reason, right? she's just letting fear get the better of her.
right.
keep it together, Galloway.)
but the apartment's empty when she pads around, silent in the early hours of the morning, and Kate starts scrolling her phone without really thinking because that's what people said, right? the network tells you when someone's-
and he isn't there, his name as absent as the space in his bed. )
( at this early hour in the morning, she should be on the roof, going through a routine that's as old as she can remember. sitting there. letting her head clear. working out before work. and her muscles would normally twitch to move and get out and away from her own thoughts before they get too loud.
but she catches sight of something before any of that can happen: a notebook, one that she's been neglecting for months, like some odd little inside joke. yeah. it's there. it's hers. it doesn't really matter.
it's got something added to it
and in this moment, it does matter.
so it takes a few minutes before she replies, because she's busy scanning pages for whatever's left, whatever little message she decided didn't matter back then. )
No. Should probably talk to his brother first. Let him know. I'll be back soon.
[Which, in and of itself, is a novelty. These days ("these days"? it's been months since "these days"). Faith is used to having to be somewhere nearly all the time.
She is true to her word. The normalcy of getting breakfast ready for two is grounding, though not enough to quiet the discomfort in her chest. Sam's gone. Never thought she'd have to hear that, which is stupid. Of course there was always a chance they'd disappear. There's a chance they could disappear, apart from each other.
Shit. No. Faith's got to keep it together, for Kate's sake.]
[All Faith needs to know is who sent the message in order to decipher it.
It's Mr. Hedgehog. And he cares.
This is why Faith does what she does, why she believes in the impossible, in the strength of a group of people united for a cause, in her own strength. And now, in the strength she and Kate possess together, in the quiet hum of Kate's presence in her mind.
In the warmth in her heart at thinking of Shadow and how much he cares.]
But she'd be not wrong, no, it is sadly at times like this that he realizes that he doesn't want not to care. He might have lost someone before, someone who was the reason for his existence, but it be ridiculous to think he wouldn't consider others important as well after all this time. Don't be mistaken, he tried, he tried very hard not to care but, heh... Faith, among others, they have helped him too, they have shaped him into who he is now. So, yes, Faith is right, he cares. Even if his ways for showing it are not exactly the warmest. ]
K-e- Gallo--y s-fe.
[ They have talked, but after Hope's post, things seemed... different. ]
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| telepathy.
... Never thought I'd miss my mp3 player. )
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(Kate, stop.)
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( THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR AN HOUR, FAITH. AN ACTUAL HOUR. )
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( she's been picking up and vomiting thoughts at so many people good god. )
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some might have spent some time building up to what they really wanted to say, filling the air with smalltalk and what have you.
there's no need for ceremony, though. )
Couple of months ago, someone managed to surprise the gods. Brought in things from their world. ( oh boy. ) Monsters, mostly. Thought it might have had summat to do with The Door and tried to help them strengthen their powers. Didn't really work.
( remember that little thought about asking Kate about the monsters? there's your answer, Faith. )
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[Faith is folding some fabric for Crow's bed (she can't help it, it's so cute!) when Kate comes in, so it takes her a second to process it all, and then another few for her to figure out what Kate's talking about. Faith does get there, though, and then she widens her eyes and says, almost awed,] Ooh. I heard about that from this girl, Miriam. Sounds like it went bad.
[Then she frowns.] What was it you all were tryin' to do?
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Open th' Door. Anythin'. ( something other than be sat here getting used as batteries for the assholes in charge. )
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To fight the gods and get back homw?
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[Faith makes good on her word. She also spends the trip there wondering if this is about what she thinks it is. An apology? Or does he want to chew her out again? This time, she's in a better place, not waiting for her friend to be revived. This time, she won't argue with him.]
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Unlike her, however, he's not in a very good place. Not to say he hasn't come to terms that Kate is alive and well, but that hardly is just the tip of the iceberg, he's thrown away everything he had worked towards so far, and he doesn't want it back. But Kate had asked him to do this, and maybe, it was something he wanted to do as well.
Shadow waits for her, impatiently, he's got only so much time before Henry decides to track him down again after all. She may easily spot him—he's the black and red hedgehog!—actually sitting on one of those tall stools at the bar. A glass filled with an amber drink rests in front of him.
He's been wondering for the past ten minutes if he's going to need it or not... ]
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Shadow. [Not 'Mr. Hedgehog.' Well, she's still hurt. What do you expect? She approaches him, taking the seat next to him. She will not be having a drink right now.
And yet, she still seems friendly, a slight smile softening her face.] Well, here I am.
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| action. fuck it i'm doing this now bc it's the only thing i have words for.
but then, Faith's as close as she'll ever get to family now, isn't she? so maybe that never is still never.
her fingers thread through Faith's hair, elbows propped on half bent legs as she begins pulling it back from her friend's face, slowly dividing out sections and pinning them up with clips found in the stores here.
(she's had long hair as long as she can remember, and while Diana's fingers are more magical than Kate's, Kate isn't exactly helpless at creating something nice.) )
How you findin' this place?
( it's been a while now, since Faith arrived, long enough to have a proper conversation about her impressions, Kate thinks. )
yes grabby hands
For the first time since arriving here, she feels relaxed, the ache of home dulled by the presence of someone who truly cares for her and not her Name.]
Not bad. [She gives a little shrug.] Guess I get it, why the gods do what they do. Just wish it weren't so... rude? Intrusive.
Anyway, the people are nice, don't ya think?
\o/
her fingers begin knitting together pieces of hair, beginning to braid a section before pausing and undoing it, unclipping a few pieces of hair.
better idea. she gathers hair at one side of Faith's head, begins plaiting the first section of a style she occasionally takes the time to do on herself (not nearly often enough, way too much time involved when a bun is far quicker). )
Think this place sorta brings people together.
( kind of like The Agency. being stuck in a shitty situation together creates bonds that can't really exist any other way. ones that go beyond simple friendship. )
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Do good things to her hair, Kate. She's trusting you!]
Yeh for sure. No matter what goes on, it's always the gods messin' with all of us. Doesn't make sense to be fighting with each other.
[Not that that'll stop people, but still.]
Could be worse, though. [Way worse.]
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can't be tamed yolo
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| text. lemme break a heart or five first.
maybe she overslept and he's gone off for the day already? her phone says no when she checks the clock app, minutes ticking by in silence that is too loud, too unnatural. it keeps going and he's not back and it's too damn quiet.
(there's got to be another reason, right? she's just letting fear get the better of her.
right.
keep it together, Galloway.)
but the apartment's empty when she pads around, silent in the early hours of the morning, and Kate starts scrolling her phone without really thinking because that's what people said, right? the network tells you when someone's-
and he isn't there, his name as absent as the space in his bed. )
Sam's gone.
( and she doesn't know what to do. )
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Oh no
[She doesn't ask Kate if she's sure. Kate doesn't overreact, not when it's something serious.]
Need me to come over? Or come to the house? I've got tea on
[She'd honestly rather run to Sam's. It'll take less time.]
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but she catches sight of something before any of that can happen: a notebook, one that she's been neglecting for months, like some odd little inside joke. yeah. it's there. it's hers. it doesn't really matter.
it's got something added to it
and in this moment, it does matter.
so it takes a few minutes before she replies, because she's busy scanning pages for whatever's left, whatever little message she decided didn't matter back then. )
No. Should probably talk to his brother first. Let him know. I'll be back soon.
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[Which, in and of itself, is a novelty. These days ("these days"? it's been months since "these days"). Faith is used to having to be somewhere nearly all the time.
She is true to her word. The normalcy of getting breakfast ready for two is grounding, though not enough to quiet the discomfort in her chest. Sam's gone. Never thought she'd have to hear that, which is stupid. Of course there was always a chance they'd disappear. There's a chance they could disappear, apart from each other.
Shit. No. Faith's got to keep it together, for Kate's sake.]
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( march 31st; before going into the caves )
NO HOW DARE YOU
It's Mr. Hedgehog. And he cares.
This is why Faith does what she does, why she believes in the impossible, in the strength of a group of people united for a cause, in her own strength. And now, in the strength she and Kate possess together, in the quiet hum of Kate's presence in her mind.
In the warmth in her heart at thinking of Shadow and how much he cares.]
Y-- too!
NO YOUuu HOW YOU OMG faith pls ;;
But she'd be not wrong, no, it is sadly at times like this that he realizes that he doesn't want not to care. He might have lost someone before, someone who was the reason for his existence, but it be ridiculous to think he wouldn't consider others important as well after all this time. Don't be mistaken, he tried, he tried very hard not to care but, heh... Faith, among others, they have helped him too, they have shaped him into who he is now. So, yes, Faith is right, he cares. Even if his ways for showing it are not exactly the warmest. ]
K-e- Gallo--y s-fe.
[ They have talked, but after Hope's post, things seemed... different. ]
sobs quietly
And yep, she cares for him too. You're stuck with her for life.]
Co-rs- - wil-, Mr -edgehog!