[ His mood is definitely lighter than usual – and while the drink has a lot to do with it, the fact that Faraday doesn't have to keep counting down the days where he finally loses this. The camaraderie, the banter, the almost flippant treatment of the disease darkening his veins. The fact that he can go into the change with a laugh, rather than curling in on himself and hoping desperately that no one will see him making the change, or hating every goddamn second and cursing his own existence.
There's no telling how long Vasquez will wander with him, but at least he knows it doesn't have to end the second they both depart from Rose Creek.
The last few bits of daylight are fading, and Faraday's eyes flicker gold before he grimaces, doubling over like he's taken a blow to the gut. He's still gripping Vasquez's shoulder, but he wraps his other arm around his middle, guarding the gash on his side, reaching for the wound at his back. ]
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More's the pity.
[ His mood is definitely lighter than usual – and while the drink has a lot to do with it, the fact that Faraday doesn't have to keep counting down the days where he finally loses this. The camaraderie, the banter, the almost flippant treatment of the disease darkening his veins. The fact that he can go into the change with a laugh, rather than curling in on himself and hoping desperately that no one will see him making the change, or hating every goddamn second and cursing his own existence.
There's no telling how long Vasquez will wander with him, but at least he knows it doesn't have to end the second they both depart from Rose Creek.
The last few bits of daylight are fading, and Faraday's eyes flicker gold before he grimaces, doubling over like he's taken a blow to the gut. He's still gripping Vasquez's shoulder, but he wraps his other arm around his middle, guarding the gash on his side, reaching for the wound at his back. ]
Shit—