Darker London-Uncover what is underneath...

Before Deirdre gets back: Slink/Tasha. NC-17
Stephie felt like crap and she didn't know why.

No, that was a blatent lie. She knew why, she just hated herself for being so mindlessly selfish.


Her weekend had been, in a word, incredible. The music, the people, the sheer atmosphere of the place for a solid weekend had made it one of the best weekends she'd ever had. There were so many little happy, hilarious, exciting memories she hadn't stopped grinning till they'd piled out of the van and been greeted by Evey's somber face and the cast of characters standing behind her and it had all come crashing down after that.

And Stephie had barely said a word in the whole tumult of explanations and breakdowns and leftover birthday pizza. She'd watched Renee's face crumble and wanted nothing more than to stamp her foot and order this to stop happening. Because everyone had been so happy, goddamnit! and it wasn't fair that it could be taken away so fucking easily. She wanted to sit down with Evey and Deirdre and compete with the others over telling them how fantastic the festival had been, recalling the jokes and laughing all over again and not have to deal with this kidnapping shit.

Demonic kidnapping shit. Oh no, there was no way they could force her to deal with that after that weekend. Nuh uh. She'd just go for a walk and come back and it would all be how it was supposed to be.

And as she walked she just wanted to beat herself for caring more about herself than about the kids, Peter, Deirdre, for gods sake. Because how dare she be so fucking selfish?

Because it couldn't be happening. Demons didn't jsut appear and steal someone's children and force one of your best friends into a probably battle to the death over them. That wasn't the kind of thing that happened in the real world. It just wasn't.

But Deirdre had wings and eyes as black as anything, and Peter had journals of his past and... oh, how easy those things were to ignore at the moment. How easy it was just to shove it all back into the depths of her mind and forget.

But it wasn't. Because thanks to all this, Download would be remembered as the festival ruined by the kidnapping and- fuck it, she didn't want this demon shit in her life, not now, not tonight.

She walked with her eyes glaring daggers at the ground, kicking at everything in her path and trying oh so hard not to think. Rearranging the world was so hard and she'd been trying to find- what? Somewhere solid to stand, somewhere she understood, somewhere she fit, and she'd been struggling to find this place for months. Since she'd been caught breaking into The Dick's apartment and she and Sophie had fallen apart, then juvie, then being kicked out of her parents. And she thought that maybe she'd found that place, but it was turned abso-fucking-lutely upside down once more by redheads sprouting wings.

And now was not the time.

Stephie looked up and found herself in Tasha's neighbourhood. Oh perfect.
She stood on the street corner for some time, bottom lip between her teeth and frowning at the stupid world. Eventually she let her feet decide and they took her to Tasha's house, her fist knocking on the door.

"Hey." she said, when the other girl opened the door. "Got an absinthe?"

( Sexage )