Jun 12, 2011 04:18
[It's a quiet night in Adstringendum, at a little past four in the morning. The chaos from the last event has abated, and it would appear that everyone is sleeping peacefully.
Everyone, that is, except Faye. As has been the case for every night over the past week, her dreams have become too much for her. No matter how they start, they always end the same way. With the same haunting image, the one she'd been given in that illusion, of everything falling apart before her eyes, of being abandoned....
The video from her PCD, faulty and annoying as always, reveals that, on this particular night, she has taken refuge on the roof above the house she and Spike share. Though many of the finer details can't be made out in the dim light, one can see her vague outline sitting there, her knees tucked up with an arm around them as she gazes up at the stars. A now-forgotten cigarette has been left to smolder between her fingers. By all appearances lost in thought, she makes no indication that she's aware the PCD has turned on.
This is the scene that plays until the feed eventually times out.]
[[OOC: I'll pick up any tags in the morning. ♥]]
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