Felix Faraday (felixrelax) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-05-20 13:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | felix harlow, vance harlow |
Who: The Faraday siblings - Felix & Vance
When: Sunday night, May long weekend
Where: Home (Elijah's place in Isle)
What: Vance comes over to talk to his sister before a Sunday night family dinner
Rating/Warnings: Low; maybe some discussion of violence/illegality, but nothing crazy.
Status: In progress!
Things had slowly gone back to normal for Felix after the blackout. The news never reported anything about any people who'd been flattened against that building in Haven, so Felix was starting to hope her overzealousness with the wind in protecting herself that night hadn't killed anyone after all. The lack of consequences for her actions wasn't exactly confirmation that she hadn't actually done anything, but it was enough that she was able to stop obsessing about it, mostly. More or less. Part of her still worried, but she had no way of knowing what she'd gotten away with; there was no way to check, and so no real way to ease her mind. She kept looking over her shoulder, but no one was coming to take her away, to lock her up, to shut her off. As long as she didn't think about it too hard, it was fine.
One thing she was pretty proud of was that, aside from her brief excursion to talk to Ciara and pick her brain a little, Felix had handled it on her own. She'd talked to Vance, but he hadn't had time to come see her and so she hadn't even told him the whole story yet. He hadn't been there to ease her mind and make her feel better, and she couldn't tell Elijah. So Felix had just had to deal with her anxiety on her own. And she had, because her options were to keep freaking out about it and lose control and get herself into trouble, or get her shit together and keep her panic in hand so she could function in her life safely. It made her feel a little more in control. Maybe she didn't need them to help keep her in check as much as she used to. And maybe she could learn to control herself in panic situations too.
But Felix had already told Vance something was wrong, that something bad had happened that weekend. He was coming over for a family dinner tonight, and it would be her first time seeing him since the blackout. He would probably want to talk about it, because she'd said she wanted to. But she'd meant right away, and then Vance had been too busy to come check on her until now. She'd needed him then, or she thought she had, but she didn't need him anymore. Even though she wasn't in the habit of lying to her brother, a small vindictive part of her wanted to withhold it from him too. If he hadn't cared enough to come help when she was freaked out, then she didn't exactly owe him an explanation, she figured. Still, she'd probably tell him, because she was still a little guilt-ridden about it all and she knew he'd probably be able to make her feel better. She just hoped he didn't say anything in front of Dad.
So that was Felix's frame of mind as she was laying on her stomach on the bed with her laptop in front of her, waiting. Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young's Teach Your Children Well was playing in the background as she googled the electronics store that Ollie had written down on the piece of paper he'd given her before he'd left that night. Felix wasn't sure why she'd kept it; after all, he'd given it to her after he'd lit her couch on fire. But he'd said she could do that too, what he'd done, and she wanted so badly to learn better control over herself.
She knew where the store was now, and thought she might go there after work on Tuesday. When a knock sounded at her bedroom door, Felix quickly flipped her laptop shut and stuffed the piece of paper from Ollie into the pocket of her jeans.
"Come in," she called. It was either Vance or Dad, and either way, they were welcome to come in. She just didn't want either of them to know what she'd put in her pocket.