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fandomtownies2021-03-16 11:55 am
flourish_or_perish) wrote in fandomtownies2021-03-16 11:55 am
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Wellspring Arms | Tuesday
Faye had spent the weekend in a series of fairly un-Faye-like moods. Her Saturday had been very...calm, Sunday she'd hidden in her bedroom closet half the day because she was convinced something bad was about to happen, and yesterday she'd actually gone for a walk to try to find flowers she could turn into a crown or a daisy chain, because the idea had struck her and it had seemed like such a fun idea!
Today...she was back to her normal self. Today she huffed into work, fifteen minutes late as usual, slammed her gun down on the counter, and flung herself behind it with her usual floppy-limbed laziness.
This felt better. It was weird wanting to go places and do things without, like, reluctance or ulterior motives. Existential dread and general low-simmering irritation were a much better and more manageable combination.
Today...she was back to her normal self. Today she huffed into work, fifteen minutes late as usual, slammed her gun down on the counter, and flung herself behind it with her usual floppy-limbed laziness.
This felt better. It was weird wanting to go places and do things without, like, reluctance or ulterior motives. Existential dread and general low-simmering irritation were a much better and more manageable combination.