#fayesavin

Wasn’t their wedding a hot minute ago? Is this a quarterly vow renewal, is that the new trend for hot young couples these days? Maybe they did it for the ‘gram (or, as we’re in Soapberry, for the Snaps). In which case, cough up those blood-smeared Vera Wang pics, Anon.

@faye-andrews 

TXT: You likely know already but I wanted to check in anyhow

TXT: Carrington Bishop’s in town. Getting some rifle called the Ace of Winchesters? That ring any bells for you?

TXT: Sorry in advance for contacting you after I said we should have space

TXT: I don’t mean to come off pixilated or like I wanna frustrate you

TXT: I just need your help.

“Hey,” Ephram said without any preamble at all (not a knock on Faye’s office door, not a text or phone call to let her know he was stopping by), “remember that fuckin’ dope video that Cher made with Beavis and Butthead? And they sang that song? Remember it?”

He plopped down in one of the chairs across from Faye’s desk, setting down a pink apple with golden stars along its skin for her and polishing and crunching into one for himself. “They’s supposed to taste a lil bit like butter and caramel near the core,” Ephram mumbled through a mouthful of fruit, and then apparently had this promise come true as he stopped chewing and made an appreciative rumble in his throat.

“So how things been?” he said after swallowing. It was a more banal question than Ephram was in the habit of asking, not being a huge fan of small talk, but he was scrutinizing Faye carefully as he took another bite of apple.

OOC: I’m gonna copy @rydenbolt and do this OOC because Ephram’s not very articulate about emotional stuff  XD

Bellamy: They’re not as close as they used to be – it would be impossible, at this point, after what they’ve both been through with Anaxis. But Ephram still adores Bellamy dearly, and even though they’re not on the same mental wavelength as much, he treasures her friendship as much as he ever has. Bellamy’s always been, for him, a gateway to a world that’s entirely unlike anything he’s known (which has its good and its bad points)

Cassie: Again, they’ve grown apart as each of them started families, but Ephram will never lose his affection for Cassie. He actually considered trying to ask her to date him when they lived together, but was too unsure of himself back then and talked himself out of it by thinking he was way beneath her. Cassie’s a strange mix of comforting and distant, which is like catnip for Ephram.

Dani: He puts a considerable amount of stock in Dani’s forensic abilities and enjoys watching them work. Good work relationships mean a lot to Ephram, so even though they’re not drinking buddies or anything, Ephram really likes Dani on their work merits.

Danny: Another work compatriot. Plus, Danny is a fairy friend for Freddie – which Ephram is pleased about – and he has Steve, who’s incredible, and he’s just a nice bloke on his own merits. 

Elena: How could he not like Elena? Even if they hadn’t slept together and immensely enjoyed it, Ephram is charmed by her free-and-easy nature and the fact that it’s not a one-note thing – she’s got plenty of character under there.

Faye: Despite everything, Ephram will always always love Faye. He’s unflaggingly loyal to family like that, where even when you’re not getting along you still love each other. He worries that Faye doesn’t feel the same, though, and she’ll one day get sick of his emotional neediness when it comes to her providing him comfort and approval. He tends to get somewhat jealous of anybody who gets the lion’s share of her attention.

Freddie: The light of his life, the miracle. It’s not even exaggeration because it was Freddie’s fairy dust that kept him alive, and the closeness and support they give each other is like nothing either of them has had before. For two individuals with such disparate backgrounds to find themselves as emotionally enmeshed as Freddie and Ephram are, it’s always a wondrous thing, and Ephram feels that way all the time. And doesn’t hesitate to let Freddie know, verbally or physically. Freddie, more than anybody, has helped Ephram to come to grips with (some of) his past and understand that he’s a worthwhile human being.

Maya: This is still a little tenuous, because while Ephram likes Maya and wouldn’t mind having her as a pseudo-niece, he’s not sure that Maya likes him at all.

Ollie: Won’t spend too much time on this one, but suffice it to say that Ephram loves Ollie. There’s really no other option.

TXT: You know that feeling when it’s like what you built up so careful gets knocked out from under you piece by piece and it leaves you jumpy wondering what’s next?

TXT: Yeah I got that right now.

TXT: I could use some encouragement from my big sister. Tell me I’m doing good.

TXT: No, tell me I’m good.

The university was possibly the one place in Soapberry that was still something of a mystery to Ephram. SBSU seemed to deal with issues in-house unless it absolutely couldn’t be helped, at which point the Sheriff Department would be called in and monitored every step of the way.

So he painstakingly looked up Faye’s office hours and where her office was located in the enormous building before he made his way there. In plain clothes; he very much did not want to call attention to himself.

Hoping there wasn’t a student in with Faye talking about important things, Ephram knocked on the door, his stomach in knots. “It’s me,” he said, and then just in case it was necessary, “It’s Ephram.”