[ visual ] | [ location: casa lehane ] if wellness is this what in hell's name is sickness

[stacked]

Faith has been in Taxon for nearly a year, now. As the date creeps up, she's been withdrawing little by little; Connor's staying in her place, sure, but he can read the vibes and let her keep her space. Even the trips to see Godric and Eric have dropped off, because there's the upswing in maturity she's working with and talking about her shit. One is a work in progress, the other isn't her thing and never will be.

So when her tablet helpfully clicks over to visual, it films Faith's lower back for a moment, the sheets tangled around her legs. She hasn't been sleeping well lately, her dreams restless and weird. So when she rolls over and sees the ghost sitting on the side of her bed, she assumes it's more dreaming.

"Don't have time for this shit." Her mutter is audible but slurred, and she rolls over, exposing the edge of her underwear. "Sleeping."

It only takes a moment for her to wake up fully, though, Slayer instincts rocketing her into consciousness. "...Boss?" She almost sounds hopeful. No response, and her expression goes shattered, nakedly heartbroken before hardening again. "What, the First wasn't enough? Back the hell off me and take off his face."

When the ghost doesn't respond she scrambles out of bed, her movements uncharacteristically jerky and awkward. "I said get the hell out of my apartment." The beer bottle that crashes against the wall has no effect, the Mayor's placid expression doesn't change, his hand still reaches out to her. "Get the fuck out, now."

Another beer bottle, and her tablet shows her face growing panicked as the Mayor crawls closer, Faith scooting back as fast as she can to stay out of reach. "You're not him." It's quiet, desperate, to herself, and the feed closes on her slamming a fist into the ground hard enough her dresser rattles and repeating it, even more quiet and desperate. "You're not him."

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[ location: casa lehane ]

[faderbroderson]

Godric is at Faith's house before her tablet finishes broadcasting. It's with a silent curse that he realizes he's never been inside; he doesn't have an invitation. He knocks on the door with a bit more force than necessary.

"Faith, invite me in." He keeps his voice low and even, the better to keep Faith calm. He's never seen her panic like this, but then, he's never seen ghosts roam the streets of Taxon. Everyone has people in their pasts they don't talk about.

[Visual]

[demonologist]

It's probably not his place anymore and he doubts she'll want to talk to him, but Wesley can't shake the sense of responsibility he has for Faith. They're from different timelines, and their last exchanges were less than cordial, but...she truly looked frightened and he can't ignore that.

"Faith?"

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[notabuymoron.livejournal.com]

Hey. [Big long pause.] You gonna be okay?

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[undoing.livejournal.com]

[ this is an extremely rare occasion, for angel is drunk. very drunk. he's been drinking with spike since he saw his little sister and if one listens closely enough, they'll hear the slosh of liquid from the bottle in his other hand that he's still holding. his speech is a bit slurred and more accented, as this far gone into the spell of alcohol means he's not caring about not speaking with the edge he taught himself to speak without. enjoy all that, faith. your vampire sponsor is a bit useless right now. ]

Ahh, but who does now-a-days? They don't care if we want to be seein' it, they show it to us anyway. May not be him, but it's the react-- ...the, uh, response! Yes. The response that matters.

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[fogdar.livejournal.com]

Faith, do you need me to eject someone from your apartment?

[ yes, Eric likes Faith, okay. He'd help her out. Sssh. ]

[ visual ]

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Faith and Buffy are not on 'rush to each other's aid' terms, so Buffy's not about to jump the gun and fly over to the apartment, considering she might not be any more welcome than the ghost. That said, having experienced the fun new haunting phenomenon herself, she's sympathetic and concerned.

"Faith, do you need help?"