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[faybiandavis]

six months no calls. chase & faye.

She stood in the lounge of a house that was not hers, although maybe it could of been if she had just stayed, if she had chosen just once to remain in one place and embrace a life that she was sure was not made for her. She had been carved out of wood and had turned into many things but none of them had ever became a person that was able to stay put, to live beside him and be anything more than a passing reminder of the love they would always hold. She wanted it to make her sad but it didn’t, because she hoped that he too knew, there was always a reason, that she felt it was beyond her control.

He wasn’t home. He would be soon. That she knew, she had broke in through the back door, a skill that many would of frowned upon. Standing at the kitchen island, she held a mug of coffee that she had made herself. Brown hair was messy and loose, her clothes were shaggy and badly fitting. She listened for the door to unlock and when he walked through, she didn’t even budge from her leaning position, lowering her mug only, “Welcome home, lover,” she spoke lowly, ignoring the fact it had been over three months since she had spoken to him last and she had not asked for an invitation to show back up, “I made you a hot chocolate.”

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She’s exhausted all of her energy on the fun games. NOT for the competition, but for the fun of it. The moon child never did have a competitive bone in her body. Lunacy was probably a different story though! Here she is, here is Kachina, stuffing her face with all the goodies the food vendors had to offer. 

She almost...ALMOST doesn’t notice someone looking at her. It might’ve been that it was a quick glance or an accidental look, but they do meet eye contact. Burnt scarred hands are holding what looks like drumsticks. Yes, both of them. 

“Do you want one?” She’s held out one in her hand. 

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❝I'm not trying to be a fuckin' dick but you're sitting in my friend's seat --not that he's showing up but the chair's occupied.❞

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What an odd feeling.

He could sense the Force. The way it flowed around objects. Bent in space and time. He saw it, hovering just along the surface of a living, breathing being and where it orbited and interacted with contact. It was an old and constant comfort in it’s own right, even at times when he warred with it.

This girl gave off the same essences.

   “You are not a part of this ship.               Who are you? What are you doing here?”

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The Bogeyman sat at the edge of Harry’s bed, legs looped over each other in a casual squat position. He didn’t blink as he stared at the young heir who was sleeping on the bed.

     Well, attempting to sleep. He was stirring back and      forth. The monster casually leaned into his talons       as a slow smile crossed over his face.

       “You’ve been doing that a lot lately.             Not sleeping.”