#❝ f. valentine ❞ ┆ canon verse ┆ you know what they say cowboy !

[redemptioninterlude]

@xinxiins - shīyì gets a new follower starter !

this was a quiet place, distant and separate from the din of the city. an apartment set about the edges of the city that felt like the centre of the world - preferring the seclusion, given her own nature, her own necessity when it'd come to needing to avoid the horrors of the what had happened, there. smoking off of her balcony, watching the city lights from afar with a distant expression on her face, UNCARING and lost within her own thoughts. this life of being on the run, it wasn't nearly as rushed as one might expect. her debt still piles up. but she, really, is nowhere near it all.

but it did mean that her day to day was far more DULL than she was accustomed to. no more running, no more guns... well. maybe a few guns. but it meant that she was recast in yet another new role, the quiet neighbour, unproblematic. escaping from what felt like an impossible void of debt and the disappointing, bitter end of what had been her once found family. something stirring within her, wondering if this quiet life was for her - having made a run to this place to fade away, as she licked her proverbial wounds, to figure out her next steps though… it was harder to imagine what she wanted when surrounded by such dulled company, the residents of this place more interested in their stepford chic ideal, than they were about a stranger such as herself coming into town.

maybe that's a GOOD THING for her.

an unexpected thump at the front door tore at her attention, stubbing out her cigarette against the rusting metal of the railing she leaned out against, dark eyes flashing with a suspicion that would never quite leave her. feet padding, soundless, against the carpeted flooring, stealing away a butcher’s knife from its housing along the side drawer within her kitchen, leaving it quietly pressed in a hidden space at her side as she checked first, through the peep hole, finding no presence that actually seemed to registered within the movement outside. what did that mean...? opening it with CAUTION only to find a boy there, her expression twisting, the knife quietly shelved along a side desk, out of sight. "shīyì, it thought you were at work, what are you doing here?"

- @xinxiins

[redemptioninterlude]

yeah. faye doesn't think he feels as if there's much to celebrate. the truth of the matter with him was that she already knew he wasn't someone who embraced that violence. or if he did, he sure as fuck hid it well, in that there was no pleasure in the uglier parts of what it meant to lead a group like this. it's not really HER PLACE to say anything about it, but he does what he has to... he was always that kind of person, even if he didn't personally agree to it all. she turns his face within her hands, ginger, and careful - at least he doesn't tell her that her singing is off key.

... well. YET.

biting back on a grin, she keeps going, careful as she dabs away at the blood, testing the bruises ; what's broken, what's hurt. she's done this too many times before, working in the kind of space that she did, and maybe that's why he's here. ready to try to find a place where someone already knew their way around a set of bandages, salve, and more. instead he keeps staring - and faye, she finds her stare sharpening, halfway suspicious, what do you want, because he's always been someone that she trusted herself to be AROUND, but... "trust me. i've never done anything worth being considered like that." she mutters, knowing he does mean it, but why does it leave her so flustered in the awareness of it? it's not supposed to be... anything. he's just a mechanic. some bike guy. but like. he's also always been... interesting. she can admit that much at least. interesting. she hates admitting even this much. "don't you know? everyone's a liar out here. maybe it's just because all i do is go after them, but. i don't know." i don't know why i want to believe you.

- @scftlightz

when  it  came  to  drinking,  keith  didn't  shy  away  from  it,  he  just  preferred  to  indulge  in  it  when  there's  something  worth  celebrating.  in  a  sick  and  twisted  way,  he  was  doing  just  that.  the  blood  that  seemed  to  have  a  splattered  effect  across  his  inked  skin  was  a  clear  indicator  that  he  was  the  cause.  it  wasn't  his  first  time  but  soon  he'll  register  that  the  chain  of  events  will  soon  have  a  mountain  of  bodies  dumped  at  their  feet.  might  as  well  enjoy  the  moment  before  everything  hits  the  fan,  and  might  as  well  do  it  with  the  woman  who's  been  intriguing  since  day  one.

"  oh,  fuck  off.  "  he  joked.  dragging  out  his  words  as  he  still  brought  a  half  grin  to  his  semi  bruised  face.  "  i  can  handle  it,"  he  sighed.  his  hand  going  to  run  through  the  black  mass  of  his  hair  to  push  it  back,  before  licking  his  lips  to  continue,  "  it's  when  you  have  issues  and  start  drinking,  it  turns  into  something  else.  so  sorry  if  i  like  to  be  in  a  good  mood  when  i  drink.  "  he  explained  with  a  monotone.  his  attention  going  to  her  movements  as  she  took  the  first  sip.  he  wasn't  sure  if  it  was  the  neon  lighting  peaking  from  the  blinds  or  how  comfortable  he  was,  but  his  eyes  couldn't  stop  roaming  over  the  femme's  features.  seeing  her  out  of  the  familiar  yellow  outfit  gave  him  a  different  perspective.  "  what  can  i  say?  i  like  mysteries  and  you're  the  biggest  one  here.  "  this  time,  keith's  lips  had  spread  wider  into  a  smirk  as  lazy  hooded  eyes  never  left  the  femme.  "  why  would  i  lie  to  you  now  when  i  almost  bled  out  at  the  front  door?  if  anything  i  think  i  might  be  seeing  wings  behind  you.  "  was  that  considered  flirting?

[redemptioninterlude]

“Do you want me to leave?”

the random meme ( accepting ) + @petitsdieu // hara

she's been IN A STATE since she's heard the news. something slick and something sour that curls within her stomach at the thought of it, ill, when realising and made aware of just how perverse her father has fallen to resort to this. really? hara? she'd spat at his feet, defiant. even then as his favourite, he wouldn't let her get away with her petty little protests, her hissing fits and anger that bubble alive within her. the only one that she hadn't seen face to face until this moment was... the woman herself.

“Do you want me to leave?”

something whip sharp cuts within her glare, head turning to meet her gaze with a fury that burns clean through her. "yes, i do want you to leave hara." the hurt is overflowing, it's burning within her mouth. "was it all some plan? being my friend, getting CLOSE TO ME?" it's all on the table now, the betrayal feels ripe and rotting within her mouth, and she could do nothing to quell it now. "i thought we were friends. i thought we were family. and you do something like this? like this to me?" marry her father... become her step mother... they were the same age, for fuck's sake. "i thought i was supposed to be you, and me, forever. and you betray my loyalty like this?"

[redemptioninterlude]

@petitsdieu - a starter for hara !

You think you know your FRIENDS, don't you?

You think you know them - until the impossible happens. Until they're at your home when you're not there. All cheerful, girlhood smiles shared as if it were a gift FOR YOU. You think you know them - until you find your father smiling at them for far too long. The gaze that lingers, too sticky to be explained.

And it's when she knows as they sit her down, A SINKING FEELING that hasn't left her. Betrayal tastes awful, doesn't it? Even now after it's said and done, the marriage sealed, there's steel in her spine that does not slip, and an anger that burns clean through her. An interloper in her home. "Are you really changing the curtains?" as if she didn't know her mother put them there.

- @petitsdieu

[redemptioninterlude]

@reddragon-cowboy gets a short starter for hitting the ♡

Tch - the tip of her tongue kisses the ROOF OF HER MOUTH, that lolling sense of disrespect coating her skin like armour. Indifference was a woman's best weapon - and she liked to think she knew it well.

Funny thing was, it never seemed to matter when it came to the people who's lives she hadn't meant to STICK AROUND in. Whatever. It's all just temporary, wasn't it? Arms left crossing in the midst of this confrontation. "Well it wasn't me. I don't know who took the rest of the bread, and why are you even coming after me in the first place!?"

- @reddragon-cowboy

[redemptioninterlude]

@seoulvice - gets a starter for spike !

She claims the chair, a cigarette  burning between her fingertips, arms lazily draped over the sides. Hunger clamps down within her stomach, a reminder that she hasn’t had anything since sometime yesterday. Why is she EVEN HERE AGAIN? Better to have feigned some new version of a personality and won her way onto a ship that could at least provided dinner, but... options aren’t exactly within her hand this round, and perhaps for now, it’s better to stick with those of her own kind, all the better to snipe a big bounty and then - pow!

She’ll be out of here. That damn dog yips and yaps, circling her hand like a shark as he seeks our affection, eyes, narrowed with disconcerted annoyance as she takes a hit, the smoke obscuring her vision for a moment; when he speaks. The gangly one, in that tacky 80s style suit, the messy mop of hair, she, shifts to look at him, stopping where she’s been shuffling cards, idly. “You know this is a living room, right? If you wanted to take a nap, instead of HOGGING the whole couch to yourself, why not go to your room?” An acidic tongue, dripping as she taps ash into a dish. Halfhearted in her attack, she’s just... fucking starving, isn’t she?

- @seoulvice

[redemptioninterlude]

[ cheesy ]  to tell my muse a cheesy pickup line ( to faye, in which shangqi makes a stupid pun about her surname and how it's, yanno, valentine's day because he couldn't resist )

valentines day prompts ( accepting ) + @masteredlegacy // shangqi using my animated fc here because i do what i waaaaant

She's just trying to steal a smoke away from everyone else. That's all. Faye struggling with the last of her DYING LIGHTER, until she managed to curse and throw the fucking thing to the side, grumbling with discontent and about to go back inside to beg one off of someone else when she almost runs into Shangqi. There, because, don't all contract whoevers and wannabe superheroes come here on their days off? Why would he be any different?

Something in the look on his face telling her that he's got something to say, and the comment makes her eyebrow TWITCH - because it's like, a terrible line to begin with, and secondly, it's so awfully and completely on brand for him that she can't even be fully angry about it the way she would any other stupid mad that dared to talk to her like that. A pinch at her brow, looking up at him with a slower shake of her head.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?" is all she can ask, with a weighted sigh of disappointment, giving him a shove at his chest. "While I'm definitely worthy of having a whole day named after me, no. I do not have a Valentine's date, and I don't even want one. Wait." pause, an opportunistic gleam within her eye. "You gotta light?"

[redemptioninterlude]

🗡️ attacked by a third party starter for Faye - For the second and hopefully final time, Faye awakens on the deck of the Bebop with no memory of the past few hours. All Faye can recall was another sunbathing session being cut short by a spritz of sleep-gas that left her feeling happily serene as everything went black. Only this time, all of Faye's stolen weapons and money from the last time this happened are back. Spike caught this irritating burglar while Fay was under. Too bad he'll never let her live this down now.

random prompts in the inbox + anonymous

what the HELL was this?

when her eyes open, they find themselves trained on an unfamiliar ceiling. a moment where all she could try to grasp at was her last memory, and finding it LACKING. wait. why? there's an ache radiating from the back of her head, stifling the urge to groan in protest as her fingers twitched, trying to list. was there anybody else around? and who the fuck did this? her current position was the only thing stumping her otherwise murderous rage.

a quick pat down reveals things that she can at least remember she didn't have the first time. expression growing more sour once she'd realized that while her things were back... her dignity certainly felt a little bit bruised, determined to shrug it off and pretend as if this whole SILLY AFFAIR. hadn't happened in the first place. that'd be the best way to handle it, and wasn't she, ever, the expert at playing things off? nothing was ever serious to her, nothing, and nobody. at least it can feel that way until...

that FUCKING IDIOT came in with a smile that said everything.

faye doesn't even ask... the only thing she manages to stutter is a how, because frankly, what the hell. faye couldn't even say what time it was anymore, or what had happened in any of the time in between when she'd first gotten up this morning, and now. it's like there are dark spots over her memory, and her head is still fucking killing her, isn't it? or was that from falling backwards? it's kind of hard to tell, and frankly, SHE DOESN'T REALLY CARE. what matters more, now than anything was... "where are they!? i'm gonna kill them!! urgh, my hair, my hair is ruined from laying on the floor. and you! stop looking at me like that!" anger, poured out over every word. "don't say a word!"

[redemptioninterlude]

"you're right BABE. you trusted me, and where did it get you?" the asian girl snaps her compact shut, a rather wry smile curving along her features, tellingly. as if to dare her to push her on, a brow raising meticulously, as if to rub salt within the wound. "what? you're not happy?"

for her part, faye hardly seemed phased for the fact that the two of them were currently awaiting booking at the county jail. shit happens, and faye seemed far more comfortable here than one might expect. "your FIRST TIME always sucks, but it gets easier from here."

- @tripzon3

﹙ ♡ ﹠.﹚open to all!

" i trusted you & look where it got me! "

[redemptioninterlude]

For Faye - You've got legs...and you know how to use them.

random scenes in the inbox + anonymous

frankly, faye's just trying to enjoy her TIME OFF... or rather, those breaks between when she paid off the bare minimum of her debt and managed to get the buzzing noise of it off her back for a little while, before she had to get back to the grind of trying to handle something that frankly, felt above and beyond her now. how could it be real? a number like that. she'd never pay it back. she'd never really be free. and the truth did nothing to soothe the sting of it, the way that the debt remains even if the asshole who put her in this position in the first place seemed to be working off another smooth handful of years in prison for his next scam he'd pulled.

GO FUCKING FIGURE. you get what you get.

" you've got legs... and you know how to use them. "

the voice interrupts her thoughts from where she's unfolded herself along the docks. expression crunching into one of rage in almost an instant, she whips her head, hand planted on the arm of her beach-side chaise, practically GROWLING in fury. "who the fuck said that? come out and say that to my face you pathetic little-" the gun that she'd left, haphazardly at her side, found within the comfort of her grip a moment later. wait a minute. why the hell did she have company again...?

[redemptioninterlude]

"Is the room spinning right now, or is it just me?" Wade to Faye

hurt / comfort meme ( accepting ) + @susurruslux // wade

this timeline is a FUCKING MESS. leave it to the TVA to let everything fall apart, but... whatever. it wasn't really her business anyways, and faye? she had a criminal to catch, who just happened to have a time device to help open him up to all kinds of trouble. in her mind? money is money, and she knew there weren't many people who simply understood why it wasn't all that personal, save the target in mind. wade wilson. the mouthy merc. he's got other nicknames, variants, whatever across each timeline, enough to do what he was meant to, but when one of him got out, well...

the bounty was simply too good to pass up. now she knows the lay of the land with this. the whole mutant immortal business was something in the future that had come and gone, or so she read about. mostly because... well. space travel is a bitch, and apparently one way to commit a genocide. FAIR ENOUGH. again, before her, again, wasn't a present problem, but... there's something to be said when a girl with her guns was left facing off against a homicidal maniac, with the both of them motivated by... well. money. right? ( why the hell else would you be a bounty hunter or a mercenary? )

" is the room spinning right now, or is that just me? "

faye stands over him, dispassionate, as she shoots another separate taser into him, watching him writhing on the floor. "sorry. you're a bit of a handful, and i've got to get you to callisto before my contact TAKES OFF. someone really important wants to meet you, and they're willing to pay a lot of money to make that happen. sorry. let's just say until we get to valhalla basin, it's all you."

[redemptioninterlude]

❛ fix me. ❜

[ for faye, from shīyì ! ]

darker vibes meme ( accepting ) + @xinxiins // shīyì

❛ fix me. ❜

her finger swipes, leisurely, across the screen. shīyì is over, standing and staring, talking and talking and talking. some of it makes sense. some of it sounds like something she should just let him go off about until he's run out of steam. he's still going though, ISN'T HE? until that ask. that question laid out in a plea. "do i look like your mother." it's not even a question, the way that she says it, her gaze barely peeling over and upwards from where she's stalking her latest target. does he even understand how many millions are on the table for her right now? damn... wait, what had she just read?

it's DISTRACTING, how stressed he is.

but stress seems to be the state of permanence within which he operated. when had she ever seen shīyì looking calm... happy. wait. was he ever really happy? that's a SAD thought that hits when she looks at him strangely after a moment, her nose wrinkling with some unspoken thought. she's always been a little too rough around the edges, not knowing what to do in moments when someone, truthfully, needed her. she always cringed away, withdrew. disgusting! who wants that burden? and yet, she felt awfully for the poor writer who seemed so haunted by all the things he'd lived through. which. by all accounts, seemed... strange, yes.

annoyed, she looks up, pushing her tablet away. "fix yourself." she's singaporian grit, she's blunted everything. all the truth she could dole, but could not take. "fix yourself, and stop making this something that everyone else has to deal with. you don't like this? the way this is, how it feels? then do something. see someone, a doctor, or get the police to listen to you, i don't know. i'm not you. i'm not your mom. but you have to do SOMETHING HERE, or this, all this shit?" the things in the news, the way that he seemed forever deprived of sleep. "it's never going to end. you know that. so what no? make your move shīyì. you're the only one who can."

[redemptioninterlude]

raise it up, and play to denial! faye isn't here to be taken care of, she loathes how it feels to be kept, while also being too lazy to want to do it herself. really, she feels all too aimless, and what's a girl to do with that? when she's gone and seen the world and felt the way that things you needed to love, and hold you grounded, could at times ALL TO WELL disappear. it never felt good. or right. and people, oh, people were so disappointing, the truth of it all leaving a bitter taste within her mouth, as she tried to find her own self stable... only by her own will. bootstraps, bullshit, she thinks really, the thing was that loneliness was a better friend then the cloying lies a person could tell to worm themselves into your life. it's all people, playing parts, all things that were the same... even this man. a man... they were always so predictable, weren't they? her edges so roughened that she forgot, that she too missed what it was like to be near people, even if she happened to be one that liked to determined for herself when to draw nearer... wary, always, ever wary.

she doesn't know what it means to be protected the way he talks about. sounds like a fantasy for some other girl, some other boy, and all in between. she remembers what it's like to film a video pleading for someone to come, only to find that she was never the point of it all. those moments REALLY STICK with a person, with her, and she knew that they only happened to layer down more scars upon scar tissue. she thinks, maybe he could have been the same, but faye doesn't want to extend and stretch her empathy like that. for what? for whom? not for her, she knew, all that garbage about personal growth was a luxury for those whom could afford the fee. like him. she could see aiji taking that on, with gusto. he talks about things with something sweeter in his tone, memories of moments that had moved him, shaped him. lucky bastard. faye isn't sure how much she remembers anymore, is she?

well. WHO THE HELL was she to really dig in anyways.

"i haven't tried it. let's do that." she doesn't say that it feels TOO INTIMATE to be cooked for. it's better when the feeling is breezy, annoying, when she demands and snaps and snarls rather then it being offered. she never knows what to do with that. there's a beat of hesitation, where, she thinks she's being perhaps too mean to the man who was all too willingly offering, kindly... that she'd paint him in such broad strokes. aiji never really did much to deserve that, but, then again. he needs her right now, doesn't he? spine, straightening, she can do this, haughty, alive. head tilted back with all that thrilling confidence that bubbled within her veins that allowed her red painted lips to stretch into that snarl, defiant and ready. "a game it is! fine~ that sounds better anyways. maybe you might even learn how to loosen up. should we pair it with a drinking game?" how boastful of her to do that, when, she knew that they had so much that it seemed they had to cover. she barely knows him. but... "lead the way, and don't worry. if anything happens? i can be the one who has your back, i guess, for now."

- @dangaer

           he's well acquainted with this kind of distance, the chill rather striking beneath her words, emotion-driven in the way she reacts with all known defences raised up as though he remains a danger despite it being her fingers once guiding them ahead. bad news is what most come to associate with his presence, a man only present when calamity or death appear, a friend and foe and once the kind of troubled soul he spends his days questioning, getting to know to the point he feels less like a shadow and more like he's always be there. on some level he can't blame her, understands that no matter how safe a situation feels a stranger is still a stranger at the end of the day. on another, it makes him feel no better than a fraud in what he chooses to stand up to ━━ what does he become if he is not the protector, the one who jumps out of the shadows for only with good intentions and secretly he isn't sure he would like to hear the response given what he can imagine it to be. someone more prone to offering a nightmare over a sanctuary in the way he'd attempted to bury throughout the years.

❛  omoide yokocho, ❜ he repeats, hoping to be somewhat helpful. ❛  not a type of food but rather a street. pretty inviting place for both locals and tourists alike. it's never too shabby on the drinks, either. ❜ tone is not entirely playful but he cannot help the sense of nostalgia that lies within it. if there remains one thing he has loved it has always been this city, the people and their sense of familiarity towards their own latest attempt at normal, criminal activity acquitted. he cannot fault someone who has only known him in the span of a few hours to understand the depths in which he will go for them all yet it feels rather telling to express it out loud before her all the same. a metaphorical show of a man with some sort of his humanity exposed, juxtaposing the walls he no doubt feels growing around him, around this, around her; just because they hold the moniker of distant strangers towards each other now does not mean that they have to label each other the same later, not with the promise of a good meal and a friendly chat within the mix.

❛  that's if you're up to it, of course. it's been a long time since i've taken someone out to eat instead of just cooking for them, so i'll apologise for any shabby hosting skills in advance. ❜ just seems i'm just that kind of man, some part of him wishes to tease back, prematurely, bashfully. it's not clear how much time for those sort's of pleasantries she has, how quickly she'll be gone in a flash of wind in which he imagines she has already come and gone from, presence already half transient and one eye trained on the corner for the so called get out she'll have planned. it's familiar, peculiar; it's both different and the same for a criminal backed in a corner and as childish as it may be for him to continue on, he pushes forward.

tailing such a flighty attitude has always been part of the job, just as chasing things down appears to be her own.

❛  i'll promise to foot the whole bill as long as you don't mind keeping me company for the whole time. ❜ a final smile, shrug. if there's anything he can really offer her for this, then perhaps a secret or two won't be so bad to share, a game of give and take on a levelled out ground, he doesn't mind such an outcome for once. ❛  we can even make a game out of it. a series of everyday icebreakers, or ... two truth's and a lie, i suppose, if you want to spice it up for the both of us. ❜

[redemptioninterlude]

🗡️ attacked by a third party starter for Faye - Faye awakens, still on the deck of the Bebop. The last thing she remembers was lying down to sunbathe before being sprayed with some kind of knock-out gas. But that was hours ago, and now all her weapons are gone. And all her money too. And everyone else is gone apparently.

random scenes in the inbox ( accepting ) + anonymous

they're close enough to a minor sun that faye thinks, why not? she can safely tan so long as the right kind of shields are up, and who was she to ever think about, slash even care about, gas? fuel? any of that? she's just trying to enjoy her time without having to put in the WORK, taking to it as the red tail was left in her bay, faye left sprawled comfortably on a chair, rubbing lotion into her skin to protect every beautiful square inch of herself when...

... the world simply goes BLACK.

and with no jet to show for it, waking up in a daze with her stomach curling with sour disgust, how she twists along the floor and finds herself unbound, but... alone. it's so odd that she's not shouting for them at first, but even ein isn't YIPPING AT HER HEELS, nobody's even coming out when she goes rifling through their things, something sits uneasy inside of her... and there's no jet, no spike, no ed, no ein, it's just her and something about that feels both liberating and terrifying, wondering if this was just some kind of bullshit move being made to try to humble her or some other kind of bullshit thrown on her name.

is this even possible? she wonders if that means she's actually twisted up and been pulled off the bebop, but everything was as she remembered it, just. alone. the comms crackle as she presses the button, agitated, standing in the hanger. every ship still there. so what the fuck? her gun, her money, her EVERYTHING sinks a feeling of worry inside of her, trying to brush it all off as if it didn't mean anything. she could bluff her way out of anything, so why not this? seated, stubborn, on the yellow leather of their couch, smoking spike's cigarettes as she drank from jet's private stash. they'd be back soon. they had to be. if only for the revenge of their fallen snacks and drinks. right? ( right? )

[redemptioninterlude]

❛ When it’s going good, it’s great. But when it’s bad, it’s awful. ❜

[ from shīyì ( or anyone whomst piques her interest ) for faye ! ]

dark / toxic meme ( accepting ) + @xinxiins // shīyì

❛ When it’s going good, it’s great. But when it’s bad, it’s awful. ❜

poor thing. he's always all caught up in his illusions, those tricky parts of his mind. she thinks he's just abusing drugs. she KNOWS he doesn't take care of himself. he's a person who lives in shambles, barely keeping it together and functional, and she wonders how on earth people expect he's ever going to write something. it's like they don't like on the earth where he's this paranoid, always worrying about how his newest creation will come to life, will lead someone to die...

and sometimes, he's more lucid than others. sometimes, he doesn't have anything in order in his head, hopeless as he tried to anchor down into his life to get it together. "i mean honestly. it's a TOUGH PLACE to be in when you don't know what to do against your own brain." he shows her his evidence, before. how he writes about things, and someone copies down all the details. she's quiet when she looks - imagining the bounty that might pop up from this for her later. it's enticing.

but sadder was shīyì's own self, suffering, made BURDENED beneath the weight of his own creative genius she supposes. knowing he needed a little more assurance than that, exhaling quietly, never the one to be the ray of sunshine. that wasn't really her. "but. i think what you need to concentrate on is like... how often you have the highs versus the lows, you know? and hope the gap between each low gets wider and wider."

[redemptioninterlude]

i don’t even really know how it happened .

[ for faye, from shīyì ! ]

don't smile at me ( billie eilish ) meme ( accepting ) + @xinxiins // shīyì

" i don't even really know how it happened. "

yeah. well, isn't that how EVERY encounter between them is? shīyì in a panic, and faye, usually caught when outside smoking? damn - okay. so let's like, wind this back from the start, now.

taking a breath, her hand fixes itself at the hip, angled to showcase the exact brand of unimpressed she happened to be in the moment. sometimes she had to wonder what exactly he was on ( and could she have any? ) because he had a lot of feelings about what was playing out before him now. she'd come to find him having upended everything in the trash area, her own bag held in hand, a cigarette in the other, her HOUSE SLIPPERS lazily thrown on to get out of the house. fucking hell.

she clears her throat, moving to open the lid of the trash, dropping her own bag in and despite how hapless shīyì looks, she doesn't lean in with an OFFER TO HELP, her nose scrunching in near offence "it doesn't matter how it happened. just clean it up." and knowing he looked, just a little bit pathetic, she waved her hand, dismissively, leaning back against the side of the post for the awning that covered the bins, against the grain that poured outside. "... if you go fast, i'll stick around and keep you company. but if you're slow, i'm just leaving! so... get to it."

her hand waves again ; like a queen, serving an edict, sucking at the end so that the rest could burn on, CHERRY RED, shooting him a sour look. "you look too skinny. have you even been eating? urgh. i have like, soup. if you bring over meat, then i'll cook it with it and you can eat too. so hurry up! i'm being this nice!"