Max ( Read more... )

Deep in the woods, a demon wearing a Slayer's face hunts.

There's blood on her teeth, and her shoes have gone missing.

She's a wild thing now, craving the hunt, and if she can't kill humans, she'll slake her thirst for blood on forest animals.

Small freedom is better than none.

She doesn't cry. She should, maybe. Feels like it, anyway. But she doesn't, not even a single tear.

It's a strange feeling. It's not anger, or even guilt, just a sense of...emptiness. Crushing, suffocating emptiness, a hollow resignation that goes beyond just being sad.

It's mourning, she realizes, as she forces herself to go about the minutiae ( Read more... )

Faith is sobbing, helplessly, as she flies to Nick's side, ignoring David, taking Nick's hand in hers.

She may be begging him not to leave her. It's hard to tell through the tears.

Faith's sitting on the floor of Max's room, meditating.

Or trying to.

It's a little hard, when your mind won't stop. So many emotions - relief that Charlie's staying, even stronger relief that Max and Michael made it through the battle, grief for the soldiers who didn't...

The meditation should be calming, but it's harder to be calm, these days.

Bernard -

Gaston is dead. Ron Weasley killed him in self-defense the other night after Gaston stabbed Hermione and threw Virginia off the roof of the bar.

Wolf and Virginia are both missing.

I don't know what to do.

- Faith

Max is working again - she got him to rest, but not much. So Faith's found an out-of-the-way room, one that isn't really being used, and she's practicing with the Scythe-that-isn't-really-a-Scythe, running through training drills.

(feels like it's mine)

It's as natural as breathing. It sings to her, power and strength and rightness, sings in her ( Read more... )

Andy - There's some kind of flu thing going around Antar, and Max and Trill asked me to go hang out there and help them out for the duration. I won't be gone long. - Faith ( Read more... )