You are going to break your promise. I understand.
re: DEATHLESS // from: @leylinesought
》》 T R A N S M I S S I O N - S T A R T //
SHE FREEZES, that calm, understanding tone like the cocking of a hammer against the back of her skull. Faye’s carefully painted fingernails pause, blue light shining against the Outlaw’s hanger lights. Melfina had chosen the color, a testament to their relationship, a temporary flash of something beautiful that would chip and wear with time … it’s shine scuffed away.
Of course Mel’d know … she’s locked up in this ship, her heart beating through it’s insides and her flesh it’s hull. There are no easy escapes here, no quick check and a goodbye note. She presses her palm to the Red Tail’s own hull, nothing living in it, just metal and fuel, and a willingness to go wherever she wanted to. . And that’s all that Faye wanted.
“ People rarely do, ” she says with no regrets, not even guilt. Faye knows who she is, and it may be rotten, dirty, and scared … but she is all she has, and Faye’ll defend that if nothing else, “ someday, Melfina, you’ll see some promises, are just made to be broken. ”
Surer fingers open the hatch, slipping herself inside with nothing more than what she came with. Her clothes, her gun, her ship, and a bit of leached fuel she’s sure nobody but Gene would notice. Maybe she likes it better that way, to know some one will have to know she was here … but can wipe her away the moment they get to a station. Like a dream. It’s not like the Outlaw really needed it’s fuel anyway. “ You can’t keep a WILD THING. Make it strong and it inevitably leaves. “ Hands run over the panels, the engine firing to life, communications, interior lights, exterior lights, the hatch hissing as it slides into place. “ Keep it weak, and it dies. ”
The Red Tail flares to life, hovering upward as she stabilizes it in the confines of the hanger. “ Open the hatch for me would you? ” And it’s that moment Faye finally meets her eyes, biting green and soulful brown, and she can’t hide it … the desperation, the sorrow that screams in her lungs with every ventilated breath. Faye’s dying a slow death of one of the world’s oldest poisons : F E A R. Of herself, of them, of feeling like this is someplace she might belong. and knowing, deep down, she can’t. So she’ll throw it away before anyone could take it from her, she’ll chuck it somewhere she can never come back to ... because then - at least it was her choice, her mistake - no one else’s.
“ See ya, ” is all she left .. that and a pinned note on Gene’s door, in her too pretty scrawl for a girl with no past, three words –
So Long, Outlaws.