18 [Video//Filtered from Spike and Lucifer]- Forward dated to sometime later tonight
[Faye is on her third night without sleep.
The first night after being pulled out of that... grave wasn't a problem. She was so weak, so exhausted, that sleep came easily. But ever since, it hasn't come at all. Every time she closes her eyes, she's haunted by that image in her nightmare, courtesy of Lucifer. She knows it isn't real, she knows she shouldn't waste her time on it, but without fail, it leaps to the forefront of her mind multiple times every night, making sleep impossible.
It's now beginning to take a toll on her. When she appears on the video feed, her face shows all the signs of exhaustion. There are dark circles prominent under her red, puffy eyes. Her hair is completely disheveled, as if her fingers have been running through it constantly out of frustration. A cigarette hangs between her lips, one of the many that she's gone through over the past few days, although it doesn't seem to be helping her at all. Anything remotely resembling the aura that normally defines her, or that she at least likes to put on for the world, confidence, nonchalance, brash sarcasm, is gone for now.
She wouldn't turn to the network unless she was desperate. But that's where she is now. When she finally speaks, her voice is just as tired as her general appearance.]
Does anyone have something to make you sleep? [A pause, punctured by a quiet sigh.] Or know anyone who does?
[[Spike may have been filtered out of the post, but he's more than welcome to come find her offline if he wants. ♥]]
The first night after being pulled out of that... grave wasn't a problem. She was so weak, so exhausted, that sleep came easily. But ever since, it hasn't come at all. Every time she closes her eyes, she's haunted by that image in her nightmare, courtesy of Lucifer. She knows it isn't real, she knows she shouldn't waste her time on it, but without fail, it leaps to the forefront of her mind multiple times every night, making sleep impossible.
It's now beginning to take a toll on her. When she appears on the video feed, her face shows all the signs of exhaustion. There are dark circles prominent under her red, puffy eyes. Her hair is completely disheveled, as if her fingers have been running through it constantly out of frustration. A cigarette hangs between her lips, one of the many that she's gone through over the past few days, although it doesn't seem to be helping her at all. Anything remotely resembling the aura that normally defines her, or that she at least likes to put on for the world, confidence, nonchalance, brash sarcasm, is gone for now.
She wouldn't turn to the network unless she was desperate. But that's where she is now. When she finally speaks, her voice is just as tired as her general appearance.]
Does anyone have something to make you sleep? [A pause, punctured by a quiet sigh.] Or know anyone who does?
[[Spike may have been filtered out of the post, but he's more than welcome to come find her offline if he wants. ♥]]