Grimmer.start - Blog Posts
time: early afternoon. location: a sidewalk, along the main enclave. status: for @detr1tus, @thievesandwitches, @daydreambeliiever + 4 open spots.
blonde sits on the sidewalk, beer can in hand and forearms resting on each knee. exasperated sigh after exasperated sigh, faye's hazel eyes take in her uneventful surroundings and their grip tightens on the half-empty can burrowed from trip trap's stash. boredom is dangerous ammo for someone as restless as faye ━━ every stone on the sidewalk, every brick on every building, every drink left unpoured serve as a reminder that there is nothing to do around a place like fabletown ( not unless she wants to spend more nights in jail and, although the sheriff's company isn't as bad, the sleeping arrangements leave much to be desired ) and nothing truly every happens either.
if you ignore the murder and the constant thread of exposure, faye supposes.
another sigh, another sip of an already warm beer, nursed through what feels like an hour of merely existing. even the prospect of newfound company feels like a curse to faye, muscles aching for something more than walking around and mind begging for something to entertain an already numb brain. the would-be-fairy doesn't even look up from the empty spot their unfocused eyes seem glued to as the footsteps gather close and closer to her. "i'm not a sharer so if it's beer you're looking for, you can keep on walkin'."
time: almost four o'clock. location: the trip trap, the crooked mile. status: for @thievesandwitches, @faeritells + 1 open spot(s).
huffing and puffing, tink cleans the bartop over and over and over again. there are a couple of patrons scattered on the floor of trip trap and the blonde swings a cloth over her shoulder before she calls out to them. "last call!" faye could count with their fingers the amount of minutes she wants to stay at the goddamn gala, later on. it is a waste of time, a signing of something that does not guarantee mundanes won't find them ━━ and when they do, faye is going to be the first to call it a day and disappear into someplace no one will think to look. they are a lot of things but they're not the sacrificial lamb.
the would be fairy turns her back to the door and starts organising everything behind the counter top and it's then that they hear the door open and close. "for fuck's sake," faye swears under her breath, eyes rolling as they turn to face the reason for her mood shift. "it's almost closing time." hands on her hips, faye shifts her weight onto her left leg. "you better not be here to slowly nurse a glass of shitty whiskey."
