*She watches when they bring him in, pounding against the bars of the cell and screaming curses at every demon in the room. Wolfram and Hart had a long memory apparently, and they weren't quick to forgive. She'd never seen anything so organized and it wasn't until Simon was pushed in with her that she stopped screaming, moving over to him and checking that he was all in one piece.* You're okay? You hurt? They hurt you?
{There had been a point, before Simon had been a Watcher, when this would have never been on his radar. But now that he was, he supposes being abducted by demons is simply part of the job description--he's simply glad that Jane and Reggie were on babysitting duty tonight and would hopefully follow steps 1-8 of the rules regarding neither Simon nor Faith checking in when it came to Micah's care.
He hit the side of the cell with a grunt and blinked open his eyes to see a worried Faith, who he reaches out to soothe} M'all right {He manages, and he is, mostly. Battered a bit, with a motley of assorted cuts and bruises, a gash above his eye still bleeding somewhat sluggishly} You? You're okay?
You're here. I'm good. Least I will be when I start tearin' these fuckers apart! *The last four words are screamed at their captors, at the faces staring at them and the sharpened teeth in the leers around them. She's already been told some of the things they had in mind for her, but she didn't think-- she hadn't imagined they'd get to Simon.*
{He reaches out a hand to tangle with hers, trying to keep her grounded and from antagonizing the beasts around them any more than was strictly necessary. And well, he hadn't meant to join her, but when she hadn't come in off patrol, he'd gone looking and the rest of it was history}
Really though. You're not injured? They didn't break anything?
*She has an odd assortment of cuts and bruises and her shoulder is dislocated, but the worst part about all of it, of her getting herself caught, was the fact that they'd use darts to take her down. Drugs had put her under and she hadn't been able to do a damn thing about it.*
I'll live. Why aren't you back with the girls? How'd they even get to you? They're-- they want a show. They want us to suffer. Want me to suffer. You shoulda been back with the girls, Si.
{He takes the moment to look at her and winces as he sees the way her left arm hangs a bit--he's not a violent man, but he would happily kill anyone who caused Faith this pain--before shaking his head at her comments} You didn't show up for check-in. I came out after you.
They got me in the park--didn't even see them coming.
*The first taunts reach her ears when she moves for his arm, looking to touch him and reassure herself that he's in one piece.* You should have stayed, Simon.
*She looks at him and touches his face with the arm that isn't injured.* Need you t'help me get this back in place. Can't fight otherwise. Not like I'm gonna need to.
{He pales slightly, because if there's one thing he isn't good at, it's hurting Faith, but he knows it needs to be done and he shifts, carefully around her so he can brace large hands on her shoulder and her arm} Ready? On three, {He instructs, giving her a tight smile. The 'one' is said softly, his voice low, and he exhales more than speaks the two, just as he pulls her arm out straight and pushes, letting out a sigh of relief as he hears the resounding pop that meant the bone had slid in safe} Three.
*There's a sound that she thinks is laughter from the things around her when she bites back her hiss of pain. Her eyes meet his and there are so many unspoken things there that she thinks she might choke on everything she doesn't say.*
Might actually work if you actually went to three. Always brace myself at two with you.
You can't blame me for trying {He replies, sheepishly, and runs a hand down the side of her arm, soothing, even as he tries to ignore the jabs from the beasts around them, and resist the urge to lean forward and kiss her on the forehead. He refuses to let them see just how much he's afraid, and just how much he needs to reassure himself that she's hear, and that she's okay.
Unfortunately, right then is the moment their cell door clangs open and admits the demon that brought them here. And despite his urge to push Faith behind them, their side by side as they stare up and meet the cruel smile of their tormentor}
*And while Simon holds back his urge to put her behind him, she only manages it for a second. The demon is there for a second and a second only when she steps in front of Simon. She's about to start attacking until she feels the pain in her head and the cold slither of its voice, a voice that isn't actually being used out loud, that she stops. Has to brace herself against Simon.*
The Slayer and the Slayer's lover. You will do as told, or you will suffer. You will be entertainment and now you will perform.
{His hands move instantly to support Faith as she braces against him, against her hips, even as he wants to scream for the evil that's in the voice that slides into his head. It's a thing not of the mortal world, that voice and it makes him want to vomit--it's only his connection to Faith that keeps him steady on his feet, eyes clear and posture resolute. He speaks}
We're not going to do as you ask. We're not your puppets to command.
*There's a low hiss of laughter, like nails scraping against a chalk board, muted and yet somehow still thunderous in her skull. The thing hasn't finished laughing before she feels it, feels the pain of a thousand razor sharp knives stabbing into every bit of her. She falls to her knees, tries to bite back the scream and succeeds. Briefly.
And then she's overwhelmed. She's screaming and she doesn't think she can ever stop.*
{As Faith collapses against him, he lets out his own shout, letting her fall as he moves forward, body tense as he takes a swing at the demon} Stop! Stoppit! Damn you demon, get out of her head!
Everything else is a go.
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He hit the side of the cell with a grunt and blinked open his eyes to see a worried Faith, who he reaches out to soothe} M'all right {He manages, and he is, mostly. Battered a bit, with a motley of assorted cuts and bruises, a gash above his eye still bleeding somewhat sluggishly} You? You're okay?
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Really though. You're not injured? They didn't break anything?
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I'll live. Why aren't you back with the girls? How'd they even get to you? They're-- they want a show. They want us to suffer. Want me to suffer. You shoulda been back with the girls, Si.
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They got me in the park--didn't even see them coming.
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*She looks at him and touches his face with the arm that isn't injured.* Need you t'help me get this back in place. Can't fight otherwise. Not like I'm gonna need to.
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Might actually work if you actually went to three. Always brace myself at two with you.
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You can't blame me for trying {He replies, sheepishly, and runs a hand down the side of her arm, soothing, even as he tries to ignore the jabs from the beasts around them, and resist the urge to lean forward and kiss her on the forehead. He refuses to let them see just how much he's afraid, and just how much he needs to reassure himself that she's hear, and that she's okay.
Unfortunately, right then is the moment their cell door clangs open and admits the demon that brought them here. And despite his urge to push Faith behind them, their side by side as they stare up and meet the cruel smile of their tormentor}
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The Slayer and the Slayer's lover. You will do as told, or you will suffer. You will be entertainment and now you will perform.
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We're not going to do as you ask. We're not your puppets to command.
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And then she's overwhelmed. She's screaming and she doesn't think she can ever stop.*
You see, you really have no choice in the matter.
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