Feel like I'm trying to breathe under water
Characters: Rei and Jinx
When: Sometime after this whole mess.
Where: The Temple of Heaven
Rating: PGish
Summary: Someone has a crappy boyfriend, so now it's time to run away to the halfway house and mope about it.
When she finally collapsed within the Temple, it was morning. Her overstuffed duffle bag hit the floor right before she did, her back to a pillar. This was the only place she could think to come. Jinx hadn't really made many friends in this city and Lucifer could follow her anywhere else. The Temple was warded. Her PCD was off. For all he knew, she'd run off into the Wastes and gotten herself killed. Maybe he'd go out looking for her and die himself. Whatever. It's not like she cared.
The girl's eyes were surrounded by puffy, red rings. All of her makeup was smeared. She wasn't even dressed nice; more like swimming in an oversized sweatshirt. Her knees curled up to her chest and she yanked the hood over her head. It was a sad, little sorceress ball.
But there was nothing to be sad about, right? She was attractive, single, she didn't have to live in that drafty old house anymore, or worry about her significant other murdering the handyman. Because she didn't have a significant other. Because the Devil was stupid and had the emotional intelligence of a kindergartner. Yeah, she didn't need him.
She'd find something else to make her smile. But not right now. Right now, she was just trying to swallow down that lump in her throat and keep her powers from peeling the paint in this place.
When: Sometime after this whole mess.
Where: The Temple of Heaven
Rating: PGish
Summary: Someone has a crappy boyfriend, so now it's time to run away to the halfway house and mope about it.
When she finally collapsed within the Temple, it was morning. Her overstuffed duffle bag hit the floor right before she did, her back to a pillar. This was the only place she could think to come. Jinx hadn't really made many friends in this city and Lucifer could follow her anywhere else. The Temple was warded. Her PCD was off. For all he knew, she'd run off into the Wastes and gotten herself killed. Maybe he'd go out looking for her and die himself. Whatever. It's not like she cared.
The girl's eyes were surrounded by puffy, red rings. All of her makeup was smeared. She wasn't even dressed nice; more like swimming in an oversized sweatshirt. Her knees curled up to her chest and she yanked the hood over her head. It was a sad, little sorceress ball.
But there was nothing to be sad about, right? She was attractive, single, she didn't have to live in that drafty old house anymore, or worry about her significant other murdering the handyman. Because she didn't have a significant other. Because the Devil was stupid and had the emotional intelligence of a kindergartner. Yeah, she didn't need him.
She'd find something else to make her smile. But not right now. Right now, she was just trying to swallow down that lump in her throat and keep her powers from peeling the paint in this place.