[ when she pulls back a fraction, so does he, rocking back to sit on his heels. whatever this is, she needs to get it off her chest, and even if he's not much of a talker he is a good listener. he can do this for her, even as the fever presses on his brain and makes everything seem more dire than it already did. he pushes through it, and the pain, to try and focus on her now. his gaze wobbles, but she's not looking at him anyway. he knows from experience that she can't. he knows they were both angry when they got here, obviously. it's what came before that made them that way that remained a mystery to one another -- until now. frank never envisioned telling anyone here his truth. not even his real name. but here they are, and he can't take it back. he wouldn't want to if he could.
as she begins, though it has nothing relative to his life, it's familiar. like a story. this girl had a destiny to save the world; her world. it's simple in a way he likes -- in a way his world could never be. the only people with abilities were freaks like kilgrave and jessica who had been experimented on until they were something beyond human. or maybe an amplification of it. he's not really sure. there are plenty of people from his world that could come here to talk shit about him too, anyway, he knows he's been lucky so far with the additions he's gotten. there's just something poetic about all of this, she says she was called. but she didn't answer it, she shunned it. and for a moment he's not sure he can hear anymore.
then faith gets to buffy, and even his sluggish sick-brain is drawing parallels. his brother and friend: billy, a man with whom he shared all of his bounty. but jealousy had reigned supreme, bubbling just under the surface. of course, frank had been blissfully unaware of that at the time. and so many other deeper, darker things. Faith Lehane is no Billy Russo, and just the pure remorse dripping from her tone tells him everything he needs to know. This wasn't some calculated bid for evil like the man in question. This was a girl who wasn't ready for what the universe gave her. In a lot of ways, frank can relate to that. he'd always had a violent streak, even as a kid. angry for no discernible reason and without an outlet he could've ended up much the same as her.
frank lets her talk for as long as she needs to, and when it's done he knows he's been told the whole truth. he doesn't doubt any corner of her story as being genuine and hers, and he hopes she feels even the tiniest bit lighter for having told it. recognition dawns in his eyes, and he nods, placing clammy hands on the knees of his jumpsuit. there's nothing he can really say to help her, or to prove that he thinks she's still worthy of love. he thinks the same about himself all the time anyway, and still thinks she might reject him if he were to lay his heart so baldly out the way she's just done. food for thought. ]
I broke out of jail too. [ and it was just as dramatic :') ]
it's a beautiful one
as she begins, though it has nothing relative to his life, it's familiar. like a story. this girl had a destiny to save the world; her world. it's simple in a way he likes -- in a way his world could never be. the only people with abilities were freaks like kilgrave and jessica who had been experimented on until they were something beyond human. or maybe an amplification of it. he's not really sure. there are plenty of people from his world that could come here to talk shit about him too, anyway, he knows he's been lucky so far with the additions he's gotten. there's just something poetic about all of this, she says she was called. but she didn't answer it, she shunned it. and for a moment he's not sure he can hear anymore.
then faith gets to buffy, and even his sluggish sick-brain is drawing parallels. his brother and friend: billy, a man with whom he shared all of his bounty. but jealousy had reigned supreme, bubbling just under the surface. of course, frank had been blissfully unaware of that at the time. and so many other deeper, darker things. Faith Lehane is no Billy Russo, and just the pure remorse dripping from her tone tells him everything he needs to know. This wasn't some calculated bid for evil like the man in question. This was a girl who wasn't ready for what the universe gave her. In a lot of ways, frank can relate to that. he'd always had a violent streak, even as a kid. angry for no discernible reason and without an outlet he could've ended up much the same as her.
frank lets her talk for as long as she needs to, and when it's done he knows he's been told the whole truth. he doesn't doubt any corner of her story as being genuine and hers, and he hopes she feels even the tiniest bit lighter for having told it. recognition dawns in his eyes, and he nods, placing clammy hands on the knees of his jumpsuit. there's nothing he can really say to help her, or to prove that he thinks she's still worthy of love. he thinks the same about himself all the time anyway, and still thinks she might reject him if he were to lay his heart so baldly out the way she's just done. food for thought. ]
I broke out of jail too. [ and it was just as dramatic :') ]