Degausser - [ Private / Fluff ]

A wandering Fayelyn stumbled across the stables. Since she didn't want to sleep and possibly have premonitions about people's futures - especially not what she witnessed two years ago. She peered around the corner of the stables, taken aback by the sound of a girl's voice.

"I wish I could talk to actual people." At first, Faye didn't know what to do. She felt like a peeping tom - asides for the fact that she wasn't "peeping" at anything. She froze in her place, almost scared. She, then, assumed the voice was coming from... well, a girl in on of the stalls. The paranoid part of Faye wanted to believe that this voice was of a ghost, but deep down she knew that wasn't true - she hoped, at least. The seventeen-year-old's heightened curiosity pushed her forward, out of the shadows. The voice grew in volume, as she neared, but to her dismay, the stall door clicks shut. Surprised, Faye let out a shrill gasp, jumping back nearly a yard.

The girl's voice returned, in-between sobs, "I hate this place." The girl's a magnet that Faye couldn't help, but find herself drawn to. She wanted to comfort her; help her. She finally stepped out from the shadows to approach her. Faye tried to say something sarcastic, but her voice cracked, losing its purpose. It made her seem weak; questioning and confused. Not snarky."So, why don't you leave?"

Fayelyn waited hesitantly for the girl to respond. She was standing on her tiptoes, trying to seem less like a child, but the action only made her seem more-so. God, she was probably and inch or so taller and she still seem to appear like a young thirteen-year-old. She chewed on the inside of her lip, waiting for an answer or explanation. Something.

Faye relaxed her feet and started rocking herself on her heel. The girl was apologizing and wiping away tears, which confused the brunette. She cleared her throat, and tried to speak. Instead of responding confidently, her voice squeaked, "It's okay."

When the stranger stuck out her hand, Faye only stared. Most people she met wouldn't even tell her their name, let alone stick out their hand in greeting. After a few seconds, she took Amberlyn's hand. Her hand was soft, and Faye felt embarrassed for her clammy palms, so she immediately pulled back and wiped away the sweat. She bit her lip this time; hard enough to make it bleed - thankfully she didn't. No stranger had bothered to keep a conversation going since Avery. They're all to caught up in their own world.

Faye found that funny, and almost smiled to herself before turning it into a sheepish grin towards Amberlyn. "Faye." She still refused to look her in the eye. She didn't like confrontation. She was instead staring at chest-level. Her cheeks flushed and she looked over her shoulder, as if she was looking for something. God, she probably thinks Faye's lesbian or something.

Faye shrugged, relaxing, but her voice was still a shrill squeak. "Likewise." Her shoulders fell, and she found herself able to stabilize her feet. Her voice rose into an upward inflection, unintentionally, like she was questioning herself, "Faye's short for Fayelyn." she began, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "We both have the suffix -lyn." she looked up for a moment, glancing into Amberlyn's eyes for the first time. She didn't know why she was so scared. She looks harmless.

The mutual awkwardness relieved Fayelyn somewhat. She finally could clear her throat without feeling that tough lump creating surpluses of mucus. "I've been here for a year." she began, while her teeth playing with her upper lip without her conscious knowledge. "I just sleep a lot." she shrugged, softly chuckling. She cocked her head to her left, glimpsing into the other girl's eyes. "But, I'm Hypnos, so." she finished, cutting the last word short. Half of her was surprised at the amount of words she spoke today, but that other half wanted to sneak glances of Amberlyn's eyes. They were lighter in comparison to Faye's and they reminded her of melted chocolate pools of brown. Kind of pretty, in a sense. Not like she'd tell her that, though.

Faye furrowed her brows, squinting. "Talent?" she tilted her head and stepped backwards to lean against the nearest wall. "You make it sound like a bad thing." the seventeen-year-old tried to steady her gaze, but she felt the pressure of gravity prevent her from lifting her eyes.

Faye practically jumped out of herself at the sound of the word "eavesdropping." It was something that she was offensive. Granted, Amberlyn didn't seem to mean anything by it harmful, so Faye let it pass - she was only teasing, after all. Her smiles faded as she began to explain her first sentence - the one Faye overheard. Throughout her confession, Faye nodded, before adding her own statement. "I have the same problem." she reassured her, giving her famous gesture - the shrug. "I can never make friends, or even let my brother keep them, because of my over-dependency, or jealousy." she responded like it wasn't the problem it was - like it didn't ruin friendships. She chuckled nervously in realization, "Wow, I'm clingy."

She stopped herself, suddenly frowning, "Am I turning this into a discussion about my problems?" her eyes avoided Amberlyn's once again, but then she dismissed it with soft laughter.

Faye thought about it, and pulled her head away, taken aback. She didn't have a reason to be here at all. "What am I doing here?" she repeated, thinking aloud. She gathered her thoughts, searching for an explanation. "I guess..." she trailed off, still trying to find the words. She furrowed her brows in frustration, she bit her lower lip, semi-satisfied with the final response floating in her mind. "I guess I was just wandering around avoiding sleep."

Dissatisfied with the outcome of her words, she decided it wasn't enough information. "It's not that I don't like sleep, though. I just receive premonitions of people's futures - often bad-" she stopped herself, frowning, "sorry, am I revealing too much?" while part of her wanted to apologize for turning reassurance into confessing her own problems, the other half wanted to laugh it off because neither knew the proper etiquette of holding (and continuing) conversations. She chose to laugh it off, hoping her nervous laughter would possibly make Amberlyn less uncomfortable. "Saying too much seems to be my specialty, so yeah." she added one more thing, further concluding her awkwardness. She scrunched her nose, "And stopping sentences oddly and abruptly- she interrupts herself with nervous laughter and a disapproving shake of the head, "sorry! I'm talking too much, aren't I?"

Faye raised her eyebrows, amused. It was so adorable how she couldn't even ask a question - she had to dance around it. Faye didn't get some sadistic pleasure out of it, but, definitely, was comforted by Amberlyn's evident insecurities. Maybe it made her feel less alone.

"Definitely." the brunette agreed to the stranger's earlier statement. She folded her arms across her chest, giving the ground beneath her famous grimace. She glanced at Amberlyn momentarily and her suppressed her urge to girlishly giggle aloud. "So, like," she began, almost biting her tongue from the need let out a small chortle - a snort resulted, "a date?"

Faye shrugged her shoulders, giddy for a new friend, "Okay, sure!" she held her pinky outwards, cocking her left brow. "As long as we're never not friends." her phrase even made her think, but she left it alone - certain she was right when it came to double-negatives. She, still with her pinky raised, bit her lip and questioned: "Pinky promise?"

If she promised, then she could never break it - neither side could. Sure, it was a childish thing to say, but she couldn't resist. She'll hold onto her childhood for as long as she can. If that means making pinky promises at the age of seventeen - she'll do it.

Fayelyn’s face lit up, and she felt her whole body rise, excited. “Yes, a date.” she squeaked – almost squealed. Of course, neither party knew it was a real date (Faye thought), but Amberlyn probably replied like so to humor the two. “Same.” she commented, attempting to reassure her, but then she scrunched her nose. “Okay, not quite. I just don’t know how to converse.” she let out a chuckle, then frowned, uncertain if she was properly conforting Amberlyn. Her brother, Connor, was the only person that was around to teach her things – which included the etiquette of conversation. Although he knew all the cues, it never ended well in reality. They were kids after all, so Fayelyn can’t blame him.

The brunette shyly twisted her fingers together behind her back, anxious. She bit her lip, and her feet shuffled her feet quickly – almost as if she was uncomfortably dancing, “So, I’ll you tomorrow, then?”