When Angels Make Confession - NFB
Arms around her knees, chin resting on top of them, back against the wall, Lee sat on her bed, just staring. Her hands still felt filthy. She still smelled the stench of blood and sex and rage. The tightness in her chest had eased since Loz and she... since Bete Noire, but meeting Aziraphale, after seeing Anita at Mass and being with Ranger had replaced it with a salty ache.
She hurt.
Part of her wanted to curl up on her bed and call Tim, just talk about nothing the way she had with Kara, before she'd had to send her to die. But it wasn't fair to put this on him. Robin or no, her little bird or no, he didn't need the extra complication in his life.
Besides, denying it didn't help. She needed to talk to C. Like vacation.
[ooc: this post is for flash_demon and locked to him; it is definitely NFB but probably not NSFW except for language.]
She hurt.
Part of her wanted to curl up on her bed and call Tim, just talk about nothing the way she had with Kara, before she'd had to send her to die. But it wasn't fair to put this on him. Robin or no, her little bird or no, he didn't need the extra complication in his life.
Besides, denying it didn't help. She needed to talk to C. Like vacation.
[ooc: this post is for flash_demon and locked to him; it is definitely NFB but probably not NSFW except for language.]