Faith Lehane is crude but effective (faithinthedark) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-06-16 18:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | faith lehane, sam winchester |
WHO: Faith Lehane and Sam Winchester
WHAT: Faith returns to her LA
WHEN: late on the 16th
WHERE: Hyperion
RATING: TBD but high ish for mentions of disturbing themes
STATUS: In progress
It took her a moment to realize where she was. She'd lost count of the days, but Faith sort of guessed it had been a couple of weeks since she was last in the Hyperion. It felt like longer. Angelus had had a lot of fun. She felt oddly detached as she peeled off the dirty clothes, discarding them to one side as she climbed into the shower, taking her time to wash away the grime. The hot water offered both blessed relief and faint hiss of pain as it hit the tender skin.
It took her a while to really feel clean again, before she finally turned the water off and climbed out, wrapping a towel around her body as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her hands brushed over the various finger shaped bruises that decorated her neck and shoulders as she shuddered.
"álainn"
Angelus's voice, calling her beautiful in Irish, drifted across her mind before she turned abruptly from the mirror. He wasn't there. Logically, she'd known he wouldn't be standing right behind her, but still that feeling of him still watching her remained. Anxiously she rubbed at the deep, almost black, bruising around both of her wrists before she moved to grab her phone, sending a message to Sam. God it felt like a lifetime since she'd seen him. Dimly, she remembered them fighting right before she'd left, fighting over Ruby. It all seemed so distant now, like something that happened to someone else. The only thing that felt truly real was the weeks with Angelus, the way he'd played with her. Even now, she had the fear that somehow he'd let her go again just to drag her back. Again.
But she was back, she knew she was back. Safe in the Hyperion. It was fine. All fine and Sam would be over soon and she could forget any of it even happened. With that in mind, Faith determinedly grabbed some clothes, trying to look as normal as possible, pulling a hoodie over her shoulders to hide the marks over her skin. After eying her wrists a moment, she came to a quick decision, rummaging in her drawer until she found a pair of soft leather cuffs, quickly putting them over her wrists to cover the bruising. If she couldn't see it, it wasn't there.
She took a deep, if shaky, breath, as she unlocked her door so Sam could get in easily. She needed to see him, needed to just be with him and for everything to be alright again. Wanted to be able to forget the fighting that in the end just didn't matter, not any more. All she needed to do was pretend none of the last couple of weeks had happened. She kept her eyes on the door, waiting for him to arrive, managing to not think about any of it for only a couple of minutes before she failed, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. She drew her knees up close, resting her elbows on them as she hooked her hands behind her head, pulling herself as small as possible as she struggled to fight back tears.