Any other day, and she'd see that the man in front of her is younger, leaner, and that the lines draw out smiles instead of frowns. His hair hangs differently. He carries himself with a different type of confidence. But as the air is littered with the dusting of golden wings, all that Faye can see is Sam, Sam, and the denouement she's brought upon all of them.
"No, that's not—"
She shakes her head, disoriented, the lights in her eyes all moving, almost cacophonous against the pounding of her heart in her ears, dizzying even as she squeezes her lids shut. "We need to get out of here. Sam, you need to run."
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Date: 2012-01-25 04:20 am (UTC)"No, that's not—"
She shakes her head, disoriented, the lights in her eyes all moving, almost cacophonous against the pounding of her heart in her ears, dizzying even as she squeezes her lids shut. "We need to get out of here. Sam, you need to run."