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ᴊᴏsʜ ғᴀʀᴀᴅᴀʏ ([personal profile] peacemakers) wrote in [community profile] etceteras 2016-09-27 06:59 pm (UTC)

[ True to his word, Faraday doesn’t wander too far; in fact, he doesn’t wander at all, mostly because even the idea of getting out of bed makes the ache in his side flare in warning. He already has a hole in him – he doesn’t need to add a busted nose to the list if he falls flat on his face.

So he stays put, reaching over to the window’s curtain to pull it aside. Light spills into the room. His eyes shut reflexively, and he turns away as his sight adjusts, but when it does, he looks down on the street below. It’s a small town, which means it has little to recommend it – a general shop, a schoolhouse, a church, all the usual stops. A man with a horse and carriage drifts down the road at a slow, leisurely pace. A couple more horses stand tethered in front of a watering trough directly below.

Peaceful. You’d almost never guess that just outside of town, three bodies rotted in the heat, or that it was very nearly four.

When Madigan reenters the room, Faraday looks up, and it’s only when he sees the food in her hands that he realizes he’s damn hungry. He puts on a crooked sort of smile, carefully pushing himself to sit up a little more. ]


You’re a saint, you know that?

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