Gimmie some VCs. I need em.
Sorry to be so late getting to this, darling. I wanted to think about it for a bit. I had to rush it on the way to bed and I've gone and NyQuil'd. Please don't hold it against me if I make less sense than usual, lol.
Verse Canon: Bunkerverse
Faith misses Stefan. She misses playing football with him, misses the intensity of their supposedly platonic relationship. With him throwing her out, friendship-wise, it really does feel like she's living a new life that she doesn't quite recognize. Like everything before Sam happened to someone else. Sometimes that's a good thing, sometimes it's not.
The longer Buffy's around, the worse Faith feels for her. Buffy's lost Dean, she's lost her place in the group. It's not Buffy's world, anymore, and she can see her sister Slayer trying to find a new place in it all.
She wishes Sam would spend more time with his brother and less time all up in her business. #GetOutMyBusinessSam
Verse Canon: Wartown
Faith sees Angel from time to time. Watching her from beneath a street light during a cemetery patrol or when she turns away from a fight just in time to see him disappear around a corner into an alley. She's not sure why he keeps his distance, and he's clearly looking out for her. What she doesn't know is that Angel's worried that if he inserts himself into her life, he'll bring all the baggage of Sunnydale back and the last thing he wants to do is fuck up the oddly happy home she and Ric are building for themselves.
Faith and Ric are the bane of Kate Lockley's existence. Trying, desperately, to keep the LAPD's Supernatural Division running and funded (and her reputation as a spooky weirdo intact) is hard enough without running into these two violent, codependent, law-breaking vigilantes at every crime scene. She gets push-back from the department for trying to cobble together a case against them because, while she doesn't know Ric from Job, she does know Faith and isn't willing to buy the word of demons and monsters that the rogue Slayer's changed her stripes.
The Lindy Hop is the only dance Faith and Ric can do where it doesn't end up looking like they're being shot at by Buford Tanen. Partially, because it involves no grace or elegance, what's so ever. There was a competition, it had a money prize and they wanted to eat so it was either learn this damn thing or stand in bread lines, again. They don't have much rhythm, between the two of them, and there’s the issue of the limp but with Ric's brute strength and Faith's bendy-ness? They don't shy away from the aerials. They still stink at it but at least they have fun.
Verse Canon: The Great Shark Hunt
Faith's all sorts of proud of herself for the good deed she's doing for Damon, and giving herself extra props for pulling the wool over Whistler's eyes long enough to get it done. He knows, PS. She's not a good liar.
She digs Bobby. You heard me.
Even with no evidence at all, Faith's pretty damn sure Jo Harvelle is a Vampire Slayer.
