though I have a broken heart
Who: Faye and Crowley
What: Some things just push you
When: Saturday
Where: Some little hallway
Rating: PG-13
Faye was tired. Sleep hadn't been the easiest thing to come by anyway lately-- monsters in town, people from home coming and going, a summer cold piled on top for good measure. And then the castle goes and takes away her room. It was all a little much, and it was wearing on her. It put her in a weird place.
Last night had been a total bust. The couches were taken, the emergency communal sleeping area was just too... communal. So, maybe she was hoping to find better luck now that she'd stayed awake all night and for most of the day. That's really the only way she could explain why she now found herself wandering through random hallways, overtired and a little drunk, with a pillow and blanket tucked under one arm and a box of kleenex under the other. She really had no idea where she'd gotten any of these objects-- she told herself that she probably just wished them up, but she vaguely remembered stealing them from someone. Possibly by force.
Either way, she was wandering, many kinds of miserable, and looking like a mess.
What: Some things just push you
When: Saturday
Where: Some little hallway
Rating: PG-13
Faye was tired. Sleep hadn't been the easiest thing to come by anyway lately-- monsters in town, people from home coming and going, a summer cold piled on top for good measure. And then the castle goes and takes away her room. It was all a little much, and it was wearing on her. It put her in a weird place.
Last night had been a total bust. The couches were taken, the emergency communal sleeping area was just too... communal. So, maybe she was hoping to find better luck now that she'd stayed awake all night and for most of the day. That's really the only way she could explain why she now found herself wandering through random hallways, overtired and a little drunk, with a pillow and blanket tucked under one arm and a box of kleenex under the other. She really had no idea where she'd gotten any of these objects-- she told herself that she probably just wished them up, but she vaguely remembered stealing them from someone. Possibly by force.
Either way, she was wandering, many kinds of miserable, and looking like a mess.