[She moves to take the mug to have a look.] Seems like you did alright, but I will say- More? Always better.
[Faith cups the cocoa with both hands to her chest, using its warmth until it was cool enough that she could actually drink it.] You been alright? [She asks.] I've been kind of wrapped up in my own shit, I haven't really been in the headspace to check-in.
It's said softly even as Jon take a step back, pausing at the question. He's still getting used to the way people in Hell check in on one another, look after each other. There wasn't generally time in Westeros. ] I'm fine. [ He reassures, shaking his head since he doesn't want her to think that-- No check-in was necessary. They're all dealing with a lot in Hell, and she made him omelets for him before, and-
Jon isn't good at words so he just gestures vaguely trying to convey all that. He swallows thickly. ]
[His awkwardness makes her smile, reminded suddenly of another brooding dark-haired man, well, vampire. It endears her to Jon. She misses Angel more than she'll admit but at the same time, she never wants to see him here. It would break her heart.] Right. Me too. Completely fine... [Perhaps that's a lie, but she's probably no worse off than anyone else.
Faith stills at the admission, staring down at the marshmallows now mostly melted in her cup.] Oh. [Right. That.]
[ Jon lifts his eyebrows when she trails off as if he doesn't quite believe that. At the same time, it is Hell. It's rare to find anyone who is truly doing fine, but his expression nonetheless shows his quiet concern. There is little he can do to help, but he is here as she was for him. ]
I didn't want to have this knowledge without your knowing. [ It felt unfair especially for what was such a painful moment. ] You had been fighting with another. She... stabbed you.
Yeah, she did. [She still had the scar. Faith can't help her hand finding her stomach, touching the spot over top of her clothing.] I didn't really give her a whole lot of options.
[Faith had driven Buffy to it. Had wanted it, really.] That was Buffy. She's a Slayer too. Like me.
[ Jon notes how her hand goes to her stomach where he'd seen the knife go in. He can't help but think of the open scars scattered over his own chest. It was not easy to watch her be stabbed and fall. He lifts his gaze to her face again in surprise. ]
...you were fighting one of your own? [ He doesn't think they make oaths like the Night's Watch (for what little that meant to most of them), but they should have been on the same side, right? Things always get messy.]
I was. I hurt someone she cared about. Who she loved. Poisoned him. He was going to die without the blood of a Slayer, so... [She gestures to her stomach.] I don't blame her.
[ Jon winces when she gestures to her stomach helplessly so. He breathes out after a moment in the quiet that follows. Faith doesn't blame her somehow, and Jon's still trying to wrap his head around to understand. ]
[She shakes her head because she knows she doesn't have a good reason. Faith cracks her knuckles, shifting a bit uncomfortably.] I... I hated her. Everything she had that I didn't. I was in a dark place. And I felt like she didn't care about me, tossed me aside the moment I messed up. So I just kept digging myself deeper. So deep I couldn't climb out.
I was working for someone who wanted to see her suffer too and he-- [She curses under her breath.] He was nice to me so I was willing to do almost anything. He treated me like a daughter. I knew he was evil, but I didn't care. [She's certain she's making no sense at all.]
I also-- I wanted her to come after me. I wanted her to kill me. It felt like what I deserved. My only way out.
[ The circumstances aren't ones Jon has ever lived. They take place in a world far different from his own. His world is very black and white in what is right and wrong and the consequences of both. It's harsh in its judgement. He listens, and there isn't judgement. He's made friends with many who were once his enemies. He has done horrible things himself even if they were considered the 'right' thing, and in the future, he's going to do something more horrible.
He is familiar with wanting to die. It's the way he felt after he came back to life while being terrified of death in a way he never had been before. He didn't belong with the living. Still it hurts to think she could be in a place so dark. ]
It looked like she had. [ killed her. he drops his gaze and then lifts it again slowly. ] ...but you found another way out? [ From what he knows of her now, she's not the same person she describes in this memory. ]
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Date: 2020-12-13 10:18 pm (UTC)[Faith cups the cocoa with both hands to her chest, using its warmth until it was cool enough that she could actually drink it.] You been alright? [She asks.] I've been kind of wrapped up in my own shit, I haven't really been in the headspace to check-in.
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Date: 2020-12-13 11:15 pm (UTC)It's said softly even as Jon take a step back, pausing at the question. He's still getting used to the way people in Hell check in on one another, look after each other. There wasn't generally time in Westeros. ] I'm fine. [ He reassures, shaking his head since he doesn't want her to think that-- No check-in was necessary. They're all dealing with a lot in Hell, and she made him omelets for him before, and-
Jon isn't good at words so he just gestures vaguely trying to convey all that. He swallows thickly. ]
I saw a memory of yours. I wanted you to know.
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Date: 2020-12-14 01:02 am (UTC)Faith stills at the admission, staring down at the marshmallows now mostly melted in her cup.] Oh. [Right. That.]
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Date: 2020-12-18 01:59 am (UTC)I didn't want to have this knowledge without your knowing. [ It felt unfair especially for what was such a painful moment. ] You had been fighting with another. She... stabbed you.
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Date: 2020-12-18 08:25 pm (UTC)[Faith had driven Buffy to it. Had wanted it, really.] That was Buffy. She's a Slayer too. Like me.
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Date: 2020-12-19 11:12 pm (UTC)...you were fighting one of your own? [ He doesn't think they make oaths like the Night's Watch (for what little that meant to most of them), but they should have been on the same side, right? Things always get messy.]
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Date: 2020-12-21 11:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-12-22 11:22 pm (UTC)Why did you do that?
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Date: 2020-12-24 12:36 am (UTC)I was working for someone who wanted to see her suffer too and he-- [She curses under her breath.] He was nice to me so I was willing to do almost anything. He treated me like a daughter. I knew he was evil, but I didn't care. [She's certain she's making no sense at all.]
I also-- I wanted her to come after me. I wanted her to kill me. It felt like what I deserved. My only way out.
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Date: 2020-12-24 01:30 am (UTC)He is familiar with wanting to die. It's the way he felt after he came back to life while being terrified of death in a way he never had been before. He didn't belong with the living. Still it hurts to think she could be in a place so dark. ]
It looked like she had. [ killed her. he drops his gaze and then lifts it again slowly. ] ...but you found another way out? [ From what he knows of her now, she's not the same person she describes in this memory. ]