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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie enters through the front door, backpack on his back. He sits at the bar, drops the backpack at his feet, and says quietly, "Guinness please."

For someone who's just had a week's vacation from normal life, he does not look particularly relaxed.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Perhaps a hug and a kiss from Faith will help?

She's not aiming for the cheek.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Mmph--"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith pulls back, smiling faintly.

"Sorry. It's been a while since I saw you, and you looked like you needed it."

Beat.

"Also, I'm single now, so."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Oh good. No one cutting off my head for it." He smiles at her faintly. "How long's it been for you?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Five months, give or take."

She runs her fingers through his hair, looking worried. "You alright, love?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Five months . . . Could you really stand being away from us that long?" His hands rest lightly on her hips.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"It was nice, actually. Island in the middle of nowhere, no people around...no shortage of food...no polar bears," she says, with a wink and a grin. "It was...peaceful. But I missed the place, so. Here I am."

[bloodyrockgod]

"I would find the polar bears a very particular draw.

"I've been in N'awlins." His imitation of a New Orleans accent is . . . dreadful.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Really? Was it fun? I've never been."

Her hands, it should be noted, are still in his hair.

[bloodyrockgod]

"It's fun. It was hot and humid but the kids were fun and I like the city. Had a lot of time to think."

Too much, his face says.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Thinking is not always good.

Faith knows this quite well, really.

Which is probably why she kisses him again, long and slow and sweet, because kisses like that don't leave much room for thought.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie inhales the warm, spicy scent of woman-skin and pulls her closer, between his knees. His hands slide to the small of her back.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Her hands leave his hair and slide down his sides, resting on his thighs as she tilts her head, just so, just the perfect angle for a kiss that's gone far past friendly.

[creator_raven]

Raven is studying him from a nearby table.

"Hello Charlie. It has been some time, I think."

[bloodyrockgod]

"That it has," Charlie says, and salutes him with the glass of stout.

[creator_raven]

"You fare well, then? Or poorly? It is not a thing I would like to guess at."

[bloodyrockgod]

"I fare . . . flailing in confusion. I am not having a good time, Raven. Tell me that you are--somebody should be."

[creator_raven]

"I am well enough. I went flying in the desert. I think it was a happy thing."

He looks at Charlie.

"Confusion?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Flying," he murmurs. "I like flying."

He shakes his head at himself and says quietly, "You're a god, yeah? Supernatural being?"

[creator_raven]

Raven winces, faintly.

"God is not entirely accurate, but supernatural is. Yes."

He tilts his head.

"You have been flying, before?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"A friend took me. Vampire, you know. I . . . I don't know how it works.

"I asked 'cause . . . something weird is happening to me. And maybe somebody with, you know, no ties to linear time can help me figure it out."

He looks almost frightened. "Maybe."

[creator_raven]

"My time is distinctly non-linear. Though my answers are often gibberish. You may ask me, if you like. I will help as I can."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie fidgets with his glass. "Time . . . is fraying. For me." He still looks frightened.

[creator_raven]

Raven's eyes are solemn.

"Time does that, on occasion. Do you know when it began?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"It started when I cam here. I came here alone but other people started coming here from the same place but different times.

"But . . . it was before other people came here, I think. When I was almost killed. I was killed. I was hung. My boyfriend brought me back here, dead, and then got me out of Purgatory and I went back to the island again and died again but was saved this time.

"And since then . . ." He shakes his head. "I can't make it make sense."