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FAYE LAMBOURNE โฟ
_________the peaceful revolutionist
" ๐ด๐ฅ๐ข๐ซ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ขs ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ข ๐ฌf ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ, ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ด๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ก ๐ดi๐ฉ๐ฉ k๐ซ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ ๐ข. "
_________the peaceful revolutionist
" ๐ด๐ฅ๐ข๐ซ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ขs ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ข ๐ฌf ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ, ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ด๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ก ๐ดi๐ฉ๐ฉ k๐ซ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ ๐ข. "
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Faye felt a slight tingling in her fingers again, much like in her rooftop experience. But this was different, almost like butterflies in one's stomach. A good tingling. She blinked, glancing down at Grian, who was finally starting to come-to. Rather than freaking out and begging him for answers, Faye only smiled, nodding her head. โHey there sleepy head. You took quite a fall.โ She commented absently, slowly grazing his cheek with the back of her hand. Her plush lips curved into another smile once she finished talking, a sort of awkward, lopsided way of reassuring him. โWater? Alright. You stay here I...โ She paused, laughing uncomfortably. โThat was kind of stupid to say, wasn't it?โ She sheepishly rubbed at the back of her head, standing up and nodding her head again. โI'll be right back.โ She said firmly, resisting the temptation of kissing him on the forehead. Although she had secretly wished that their relationship could move along a little more quickly, now was not the time to be coming onto him. At least, not until he was healthy again. Was that wrong? Probably.
She took careful, graceful strides to the kitchen, expertly maneuvering herself around misplaced furniture. Dragging a human around a room never proved too comforting for furniture, especially the unfortunate one that acted as the resting place. Sorry, bed. Faye soon found herself in her small, somewhat unkempt kitchen. With every short walk to her kitchen from her bedroom, she realized how truly tiny her apartment was. It certainly wasn't a studio, but nonetheless, two people would have to share a room. 'What if Grian has to spend the night? Well, I shouldn't say has I mean, I wouldn't mind giving him a place to rest! It's the least I could do, I mean, if he really needed it...' Her mind was quickly silenced as a scenario began playing out in her mind. It began with terrible lighting and cheesy porn music, continuing on falteringly as Grian tried to seduce her. God help him if he ever decided to do porn. 'Maybe that's what he thinks about. Us in bed like that? Using me or something? But I don't think he's capable of that. Is he?' Faye questioned herself silently, awkwardly standing in her kitchen as she thought. 'Oh. Water. Right. '
As she reached for a glass, Faye found that she was arguing with herself over the simplest things. It was normal for her to question every choice that she made; paper or plastic, right or wrong, handicapped bathroom stall or waiting in line...but whenever she was around Grian, she often found that she was a little more on edge. Her arm shifted from left to right in the cup cabinet, as if it were a helpless rope in a game of Tug-of-War. 'Should I give him a plastic cup or a glass cup? I don't know, does it really matter? Well, what if he drops the glass and it shatters everywhere? I don't want my cats stepping in that!' Although this seemed to be a valid point, the opposing thoughts began to kick in. 'Yeah, but first of all, the plastic cups are smaller! He was just in a horrible accident, I'm sure he's going to be annoyed if I just bring him a little cup of water, the man's thirsty! And secondly, all of my plastic cups aren't classy enough. Just look at them! Halloween cats, snowmen, turkeys...where the hell did I even get all of these?' As Faye continued to argue with herself about what sort of cup she should use, her mind wandered back to Grian: cold and alone in her bedroom.
Alright, that sounded wrong.
Deciding on a glass, Faye stepped back, staring at her sink. 'So. Fridge water or tap water?'
After a very unproductive couple of minutes, Faye had decided on tap water, with ice from the fridge. Compromising with herself was a common circumstance, mostly because she was naturally inclined to avoid picking sides. Even when both sides were herself. Practice what you preach, isn't that what they always say? Despite not being very practiced on proverbs, Faye liked to believe that she was relatively good with being true to herself. Perhaps that's why she was slightly despised on both sides of the 'Super-Spectrum.' On one hand, she enjoyed doing subtle, helpful things for individuals. On the other hand, she would just as quickly leave a group of hateful individuals to perish if they were ever in trouble. Parties that she didn't know, however, were always tricky. It always sort of depended on Faye's mood, and of course, on the situation. Say a homeless man was caught in a burning building---would she go inside to save him? No, probably not. After all, that's what firemen get paid for, right? Tax dollars at work! But if it were some young business woman dangling from the edge of the Empire State Building, calling out for help, Faye would probably lend a hand. So alright, maybe she was a little bit prejudiced, but who would honestly call her out on that, in this day and age? If Faye ever did skip over someone in apparent danger, she would always mumble something along the lines of 'Next time,' and proceed in saving the life of someone else in danger the next time around. Even with her pick-and-choose lifestyle, she would never actively kill someone. That simply went against everything she believed in, everything she was ever taught about the world. If anything, she wanted to believe in a Utopia of some sort, where there was no good or evil, where everyone was just normal. Well, as normal as they could be, considering some of the world's occupants had super powers. But then again, who was to say that Super Powers weren't normal?
Faye returned to Grian, delicately settling herself beside him once again. Her fingers absently caressed the glass, dripping with condensation. โI got you tap water. I hope that's okay. I don't buy bottled water, it's terrible how much it's wasted. 38 billion bottles get dumped into landfills, you know. They last for one thousand years, too. That means they'll still be around when your grandchildren die, when their grandchildren die!โ She paused for a moment, though it was clear she was going to start speaking again. โI...I wonder if we can die. I mean, you and I in particular, we could probably last forever. I'm sure if I studied my powers long enough, I could find a way to freeze my aging cells. And you, well, you probably wouldn't age after a certain point...โ Faye sighed, her pale fingers still tracing lines into the glass. โI don't even know if I'd want to live forever. I mean, I assume it would get sort of lonely if you didn't have someone to share it with.โ Her shoulders slumped at this, as they always did when she was clearly disheartened by something. She chose to say nothing else on the topic of relationships, as she had always felt somewhat self-conscious about her ability to love. Did she even believe in real love? She hadn't really seen it, all she ever witnessed was divorces, manipulation, and lies. Even her parents, who were still married, didn't seem to be in love. They shared a common view on the world, and to them, that was enough for matrimony. Actually, the pregnancy came before the matrimony. How convenient. Faye, however, didn't like to waste her time thinking about things that went bad. Instead, she liked to think to the future, often pointing out the positives of a day, or what she was excited about in the coming days. For instance, today, despite her good friend's injuries, she had spent a great deal of time with him, and would probably continue to do so until he was feeling better. For this, she was grateful.
โOh, your water. I'm sorry, I'm probably annoying you with all of my nonsense.โ She extended the water to him, then paused. He was probably too weak to really move. Faye scooted closer, and with the utmost gentleness, placed the corner of the glass against his lips. She did her best to hide a flush, but with each passing second, she could feel herself growing more and more red. She tipped the glass slightly, giving him only a few sips of water before pausing. After all, she wanted him to be able to breathe. After a few more delicate sips of water, she placed the glass down on her bedside table, then began to rub at the back of her head again. โThis is...going to sound really terrible but...uh, I need to,โ she blushed again, her florescent-blue eyes seeming to stand out against the red, โtake your clothes off.โ Her eyes shifted around the room, attempting to view anything that wasn't his gaze. โI mean, it's not like I'll be interested...But, I mean, uh! It's not like you're not attractive or anything, because you are, I just...โ Nervous babble. โI don't want you to think I'm coming on to you, because I'm not, I just want to make sure I help out in any way I can, you know?โ A nervous habit that Faye constantly showed was the fact that she raised her voice whenever she became uncomfortable. It wasn't as if she were yelling, her pitch only got louder and higher as her speed increased, hoping to explain herself before someone else thought she was doing something terrible. She hung her head in shame, feeling as though her standings with Grian had been somewhat tarnished in the last couple of minutes. โI just figured, if you hurt anything else, I could try to heal it faster. It'll be painful, fixing bones, but it won't be worse than breaking them. Plus, you'll get to hold my hand again.โ Faye lifted her head to expose a shy smile, one that temporarily washed away her uneasiness.
Deciding against giving him another drink of water, she decided to hold his hand again, though she wouldn't try to heal him until she could see what she was dealing with. She had otherwise ignored her own painful symptoms, exchanging her health for Grian's. It wasn't as if she was in serious condition like he was, though. The only ailments she could feel presently were a bump to the head, a twisted ankle, and possibly a broken rib; mere scrapes and bruises compared to what the young Irish man had been put through. It was in such battles that Faye felt somewhat frightened for her life. After all, while she could repair any damage that came to find her body, if she received an unexpected blow, she could not defend herself. And once she was dead, it was game over. Unlike Grian, her body wouldn't automatically mend itself, unless she willed it to. Being unconscious, however, often ruined that possibility. Being practically unharmed by the Frenchie surprised her, though, considering he could have easily ended her life if he wanted to. Instead of life lessons, her parents taught her about conspiracies, so she could sniff one out at the first sign of surfacing. Had the villains wanted to kill her, they would have. They must have been planning something else, perhaps another heist, or even a way to recruit the rest of the neutrals.
'We really need to start putting our guards up...Otherwise, we'll be in some serious s**t.' She noted blankly, then sighed to herself. Even if she were to stumble onto a conspiracy, though, how should we track them down? She didn't even know any of their real identities. By now, she was sure that they knew who she was, she was one of the few that refused to wear a mask. Ironically, the public didn't seen to give a s**t, or were just too stupid to notice. If she wasn't on either side, she didn't get any airtime, not even a brief interview. Truthfully, Faye preferred it that way. The public didn't really care which side she joined, so long as she picked one. But what was the point? She could easily take out everyone if she wanted to, and yet, she didn't. Being apathetic towards the fighting was something the young woman valued, appreciating her side-line sitting more than a**-kicking. Passivity had been forced onto her as a child, and as she grew, she found herself relating to it more and more. Why couldn't both sides just hold hands and sing Kumbaya? Alright, well maybe not to that point. Just the idea of Mars and Saturn holding hands sent chills down her spine! But even so, what was so wrong about a compromise?
Faye sighed again, her shoulders slumping as she contemplated the inevitable. Eventually, either side would get fed up with her and make her choose: death or a side. In that instance, for now, Faye was undecided. Each side was probably terrified of her the most, especially since her powers were so threatening. However, Faye was under the impression that either side thought the other was closer to recruiting her. The villains, if they knew anything about her, would note her position as a passivist to be more heroic, which made killing a problem. Similarly, she seemed to have more sympathy to the Villains' cause; being an individual, and being free was something she definitely didn't want to lose. So, she was torn, equally divided amongst the sides. Secretly, she feared that Grian would eventually choose, and would attempt to convince her to join him. But she didn't want to. Fighting for no reason was wrong, at least in her eyes. If they were going to attempt to pull her down for being neutral, fine. That would be their loss. In an attempt to shake this problematic situation from her mind, Faye stood, gently placing her hands on Grian's chest. โOkay, I'm going to pull this off. Just try to hold still, I don't want you to hurt more than you already are.โ She said quietly, her fingers slowly rolling the bottom of his blood-soaked shirt upwards. She could feel another blush making itself visible against her pale cheeks, but she did her best to ignore it, clearing her throat. She made sure to use only delicate motions as she undressed him, noticeably tense. She lifted each of his arms, one at a time, in able to remove his shirt. Pulling it over his head was the hardest part, she thought, considering his life-threatening wound had been there. Was there? She was too uncomfortable checking again. Once his shirt was removed, she held it a good foot away from her body, tossing it off into the corner. Whatever, she'd wash it later.
Faye glanced over Grian's bare chest, doing her best to keep a professional stance on the situation. She sat down beside him again, her hand hovering above his torso as she browsed his figure. 'One of his ribs looks off.' Giving him an apologetic look, she placed her hand over it, putting a small amount of pressure on the area, feeling around for a fracture. Yes. Definitely a broken bone. The auburn-haired woman smiled weakly, taking her comrades hand in her own. โJust try to relax. We'll start here, rather than doing it all at once, 'kay? I'm right here.โ She stated the obvious, as if it would reassure him. But she was mending bones, there was no way it would be comfortable. Speeding up the process of weeks of healing would cause immense pain, but not agony. Cuts and bruises hardly hurt at all, but broken bones, torn ligaments, muscle damage...those didn't go away so easily. Closing the skin was one thing, but re-adjusting body parts could be down-right frustrating. Her hand still clasping Grian's, Faye let her eyes slip shut as she focused on her powers. She let a feeling of hope rise up in her chest, a warm and tingly sensation that felt as though it were filling her up completely. 'Isn't this what the Penguins feel like when they sing in Happy Feet? No. Focus on Grian, not dancing Mexican penguins.' She silently demanded, slowly exhaling.
Like an x-ray, she could see a vivid mental picture of Grian's body, then his muscles, his organs, and finally, his bones. She could see the injury very clearly, the third rib from the top of his chest had been split almost completely in half. Faye felt as though she were doing surgery at this point, imagining herself slowly dragging the bone back into place. This would cause discomfort, but the worst was still to come. 'Hold on, Grian.' She thought, still focusing on his bones. The two ends of his rib trembled slightly in her mind, forcing themselves together tightly, almost violently, in fact. Quickly, before she got distracted by any noise he was making, Faye visualized a long, unbreakable chord wrapping itself around his bones, tying them back into place carefully. Of course, there would be no chord inside, but she found that mending bones worked best when she had a specific image in her head. It worked better, in fact. Pursing her lips thoughtfully, she squeezed his hand lightly, a silent way of supporting him through his pain. Once she had finished, she felt the warm sensation she had summoned into her body melt away, simultaneously removing the image of his body from her mind. โOkay. Your rib should be better, now. Just be careful next time, alright?โ She smiled slightly, her eyes wandering to the opposite corner of the room.
It wasn't as if she enjoyed doing this sort of thing. Couldn't he see that? She was viewed as the powerful one, the one with the ability to kill anyone she pleased. But would she ever be more or less than that? At times, she wished that she could just be who she was at work, the pale, quiet manager at Fresh and Easy. But whenever the name tag came off, she was the Chosen One, again. Or at least, one who could choose who lived or died. Faye Lambourne became Moon, a mere receptacle of power. She assumed that's all she'd be seen for if she joined either side, plus a con. To the villains, she'd probably be the disposer, the one who was supposed to kill, and to the heroes, she'd be the one who would always bear the weight of responsibility. Neither choice sounded appealing, each consideration of the circumstances worse than the last. Faye silently folded her hands in her lap, looking over Grian, her eyes glazed over with thought. โDon't you wish we could just leave? I hate being trapped between their fighting, I hate having these stupid powers.โ She mumbled darkly, gritting her teeth privately. โThe longer we stay here, the more people will end up getting hurt. At some point, someone's gonna use our loved ones as collateral, whether they're friends or family. I don't want to hurt anyone, Grian...I can't.โ She said quietly, her voice lowering to a solemn tone. 'No matter where we go, they'll find us. They know our identities now, there is no escape.' She convinced herself, squirming uncomfortably, like an ant under a magnifying glass. โShould I look at your lower-half now?โ Faye asked grimly, averting her eyes from Grian, unwilling to meet his gaze.
Originality was valued above anything else, as parents wanted their children to be seen as special. After a few hundred years, however, originality was seen as dull and useless. After a short-lived spurt of traditional names, the final trend came about, the biggest con of them all: picking names to determine futures. Whatever self-proclaimed psychic came up with this idea must be, by now, rolling in mountains of cash. For over one hundred years, mankind has been referring to books and websites, frequently looking up the meanings and futures of specific names. For instance, the name Donald will allegedly ensure wealth and power, while the name Mildred generally implies poor health, Alzheimers, and an obsession with cats. 
