diamonds are a girl's best friend
May. 4th, 2013 12:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
attitudeYou know what I've discovered as time goes by? The good ones never linger. It's the kind of thing that makes you hope that there's something that comes after this, because life itself is too hard, and the good ones never deserve half of the burdens they're shouldered with. If life is supposed to be this precious thing, then it makes no sense to strike the good out when they're young.
God, maybe I'm getting sentimental.
It's been about a month since Bolin disappeared from the city, and somehow, bounty hunting doesn't feel quite the same without him. The kid wasn't present at all of Faye's assignments; she always knew that he didn't really have the stomach for all the work she puts herself to. And, well. Maybe she just didn't want to shred that innocence entirely to pieces. It's a wonder he still thought so highly of her in spite of everything that she gets up to.
None of it really matters anymore, because he's gone, and so is half of Faye's drive.
That's why she finds herself at a bar tonight, seated on an unused pool table near the back of the dive, gambling right in the open. It's nothing complicated, nothing likely to get her into too much trouble in the midst of an unobservant, drunken crowd. Just a bit of dice, and a magnetic circlet on her ankle.
She's just making some easy cash until the next distraction comes.
God, maybe I'm getting sentimental.
It's been about a month since Bolin disappeared from the city, and somehow, bounty hunting doesn't feel quite the same without him. The kid wasn't present at all of Faye's assignments; she always knew that he didn't really have the stomach for all the work she puts herself to. And, well. Maybe she just didn't want to shred that innocence entirely to pieces. It's a wonder he still thought so highly of her in spite of everything that she gets up to.
None of it really matters anymore, because he's gone, and so is half of Faye's drive.
That's why she finds herself at a bar tonight, seated on an unused pool table near the back of the dive, gambling right in the open. It's nothing complicated, nothing likely to get her into too much trouble in the midst of an unobservant, drunken crowd. Just a bit of dice, and a magnetic circlet on her ankle.
She's just making some easy cash until the next distraction comes.