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flourish_or_perish) wrote2021-09-13 07:45 am
flourish_or_perish) wrote2021-09-13 07:45 am
MHA #8, then the Junkyard, and then spaaaace | very early Monday morning
So, Stark had gone and ruined everything, and while Faye had done her utmost effort to ensure that he wouldn't keep saying things, that was not a sustainable plan, and those words were still...out there.
Which was why she'd laid awake, staring at the ceiling long after Stark had fallen asleep, and cobbled together a plan. 'Plan' being a fairly loose term, because this was mostly borne out of panic, but something of a plan nonetheless.
She crept out of bed. She wrote him a note and left it in the kitchen, where she was sure he'd find it. She apologized.
She stole his phone, because this was Faye, still.
And then she quietly wound her way down to the junkyard, climbed up into her ship, and took off to do something stupid and self-destructive, rather than actually take any time to consider that it might be all right if something nice happened to her for once.
[establishy but totally for broadcast!]
Which was why she'd laid awake, staring at the ceiling long after Stark had fallen asleep, and cobbled together a plan. 'Plan' being a fairly loose term, because this was mostly borne out of panic, but something of a plan nonetheless.
She crept out of bed. She wrote him a note and left it in the kitchen, where she was sure he'd find it. She apologized.
She stole his phone, because this was Faye, still.
And then she quietly wound her way down to the junkyard, climbed up into her ship, and took off to do something stupid and self-destructive, rather than actually take any time to consider that it might be all right if something nice happened to her for once.
[establishy but totally for broadcast!]