Don't be cross, it's sick what I want

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[dyeforyourart]

*It's only an ordinary Saturday, so the party isn't quite as extravagant as her birthday celebrations, and not nearly as brightly-colored and fun. The crowd is a little rougher, the lighting lower, and nobody seems to be smiling, not even the pairs clustered and pressed together in couches and corners. It's starting to show what all of this is really about, for Fiona and her guests and hangers-on: about hiding from the war, from the Ministry, from the very real danger that's pressing in on all of them every moment. It's about spending every night like it's your last, because it very well might be--but after a few months of that, the glitter starts to wear off

[blankrevolution]

No.

*But his eyes disagree, and he's watching each and every movement of Fiona's hands.

He blinks.*

I shouldn't.

[dyeforyourart]

Suit yourself, darling.

*She knows that look, but he did say no, and she isn't about to put a wand to anyone's heart. The fairy gives a tinny little scream as it dies, and she inhales deeply, holding the smoke in and watching him.*

[blankrevolution]

Fucking...alright.

*Davey stubs out his cigarette.*

Pass it.