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Almost Alright; (open)
Topic Started: Jun 12 2008, 02:11 AM (94 Views)
Faye
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Precognitive Visions
Time of day: Half past noon
Place in the time-line: After all teh ShadowX stuff ish over and done with... May 23rd ((shall change date if necessary))



Faye was half under his car, finally able to relax. It was fixed. For now. Hopefully. Man, he sucked at this. He was much better at making things fall apart, or blow up, than at fixing them. The charred remains of many a toaster and microwave attested to the dangers of his tinkering. However, with his car, somehow he was managing. Just barely. His first car was quite the clunker, as his mom liked to call cars such as his. His mom. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

It was hard to believe that she was really dead. That his little brother Saryn was dead. The solemn face of Riker as he told him the news. Ri had tried to save them, he had, but it had been too late. Too late, when the X-Men came. The only person left to him, his only family, was his little sister Rilkya. Bubbles, as he often called her, was not her usually bubbly self of course. Faye would have to raise her. There was no way he was giving her to their father, after what the man had put them all through. In a way, he blamed him for what had happened. If he hadn’t driven them away, if he had accepted them for what they had become, they’d still be safe at home. The Seer shook his head as if to rid himself of his thoughts, and scooted out from under the car.

Few saw Faye like this, a mess from working under a car. The truth was, Galadrien didn’t much care anymore. About anything, that is, other than his little sister and - doing something with himself worth doing. Finally he had managed to shut off his Visions. He wouldn’t do it permanently, but he was slowly being driven crazy by them and the sleep deprivation between them and the nightmares. He was slowly returning to an almost normal state of being, no longer constantly exhausted… the haunted expression had faded slightly. A few peaceful nights of sleep made it all worthwhile. Only, his powers were beginning to escape - in a different way this time. He had yet to really understand what was going on, however he was starting to get a glimmering. And it was going to get a little brighter with every passing day, until he couldn’t not notice the changes in his Vision.

Such as the moment he stood up, he reflexively turned around and caught the small child hurtling at him. After a moment he knew it was Rilkya, rather than the little dragonboy. “Bubbles, ‘sup?” he asked a little belatedly as he pulled headphones from his ears and wondering distantly that he'd caught her like that when he hadn't even known she was coming. That wasn't important. She was shaking slightly. “Rilkya, something wrong?”

“I c-couldn’t.. I couldn’t find you..” she sniffled into his shirt, voice barely audible. She’d been like this, with very little variability, since they’d found out the bad news. Clingy, tearful, and subdued. She looked so much like her brother, from her vibrant red hair to their clear eyes. One of his friends had already asked half-teasingly if she was his daughter. Though he would've had to be, what, thirteen? Pfft.

"I'm not going anywhere, Riki," he said, sighing as he put her down. She was now also covered in car muck, as she liked to call it. A streak was on her pale cheek. He barely heard her whispered "I want Mommy." His throat tightened, and he couldn't trust himself to speak. His mother - his mom - she'd probably died thinking he hated her... and Saryn... oh hell. It was very difficult to be strong for his little sister. He had to remain steady and stable for her, and whole. He couldn't fall apart. He hugged her lightly for a moment as he said, "I miss her too." He let her go just as quickly as he hugged her. "What do you think of my car?" he asked, changing the subject and trying to cheer her up. She liked to make fun of his car.

"It's gonna fall apart," she told him with a shakey smile, eyeing the metal piece of junk. "You don't actually drive that thing, do you? There are a lot nicer ones here..." Her gaze travelled around the garage. Much nicer.

"Yeah, but this one's mine. That makes all the difference," he grinned. Their shakey semblence at normality was back. Neither of them could afford to fall apart, because there was no one to put them back together.
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