And that's it. Don Alonzo has made his claim for the city. It's over, in some capacity. In every capacity. In none at all, because they're kindred, and nothing really ends until they meet their Final Death.
Over, mostly, in that Birdie and Ouija are driven to the airport in a van with a very large box in the back that contains Lorelai.
She's quiet for most of the ride. A little shell-shocked, a little unresponsive and dazed, hardly hearing the conversation around her over the Fugue in her mind. As if proximity to her sire has turned up the volume, or maybe it's just the intensity of the night they've had and the fact she hasn't sung properly for too long. Maybe it just wants her attention again, instead of the subterfuge and plotting that got them this far, from a conspiracy in Michelle's car to a load of Rocky Mountain refugees in Anthony's van.
Both of them are a little worse for wear, too. Minimal fighting meant minimal damage, but it's still enough to have them both a little more slumped as they board the plane.
It isn't until it starts to taxi on the runway that Birdie comes back to herself. The first thing she sees is Ouija looking at her with that same concern, a little of someone else's blood in their hair, and the juxtaposition strikes her as so absurd in the moment that she starts to laugh.
The sound is a little unhinged and choked, but it's as if something inside her bursts, all those carefully maintained knots of tension and fear cut through in a single stroke just because of the look on their face, the realization that she's on a plane, with Lorelai and Ouija. The crystalline clear relief to know that she is finally leaving Denver behind. All of it crashes over her as she laughs, giggles, a little hysteric and with bloody tears in her eyes, helpless to do much to stop herself except put a hand over her mouth and let it run its course.
"You look," she says between hiccuping giggles, "god, you look so worried."
When she sees the blood on her hand after taking it away from her mouth Birdie looks a little surprised but can't stop herself from laughing even harder. Then she starts scrubbing the tears away, says, "Oh, shit, I'm gonna ruin the seats," which prompts another fit of giggles.
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Over, mostly, in that Birdie and Ouija are driven to the airport in a van with a very large box in the back that contains Lorelai.
She's quiet for most of the ride. A little shell-shocked, a little unresponsive and dazed, hardly hearing the conversation around her over the Fugue in her mind. As if proximity to her sire has turned up the volume, or maybe it's just the intensity of the night they've had and the fact she hasn't sung properly for too long. Maybe it just wants her attention again, instead of the subterfuge and plotting that got them this far, from a conspiracy in Michelle's car to a load of Rocky Mountain refugees in Anthony's van.
Both of them are a little worse for wear, too. Minimal fighting meant minimal damage, but it's still enough to have them both a little more slumped as they board the plane.
It isn't until it starts to taxi on the runway that Birdie comes back to herself. The first thing she sees is Ouija looking at her with that same concern, a little of someone else's blood in their hair, and the juxtaposition strikes her as so absurd in the moment that she starts to laugh.
The sound is a little unhinged and choked, but it's as if something inside her bursts, all those carefully maintained knots of tension and fear cut through in a single stroke just because of the look on their face, the realization that she's on a plane, with Lorelai and Ouija. The crystalline clear relief to know that she is finally leaving Denver behind. All of it crashes over her as she laughs, giggles, a little hysteric and with bloody tears in her eyes, helpless to do much to stop herself except put a hand over her mouth and let it run its course.
"You look," she says between hiccuping giggles, "god, you look so worried."
When she sees the blood on her hand after taking it away from her mouth Birdie looks a little surprised but can't stop herself from laughing even harder. Then she starts scrubbing the tears away, says, "Oh, shit, I'm gonna ruin the seats," which prompts another fit of giggles.