Time
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Time... Bo, if truth was to be told, never had the best relationship with it: back when she was little, and normal, and apparently not-very-Fay, she was always late or early or arrived at the wrong day of the week at anything, if left to her own devices. Her parents – and she missed them a lot since her first...kill – always had to keep one eye on the clock to ensure that Bo does not mess up. Her father used to joke about this, actually, and oh, how Bo missed his jokes while she was on the run – her father would often joke about Bo's apparent incapability to tell time. He would rub Bo on the head, and give her a slice of something sweet and gooey, and Bo would promise to try and keep a better watch on her watch or on their family clock, or something.
And then Murphy's law chose the worst time ever to kick in her succubus power, and Bo had to run, and days and nights blurred into weeks and months, and Bo would be aware of the passing of time as she outgrew one set of clothes and had to borrow another: usually illegally, alongside the rest of her ID's and job skills (yes, including the bartender job that somehow just went sour); summer, winter, autumn and spring – they all went flying by her, as she struggled to find a place for herself in a changing world.
And then, one day, she did. She broke her own code of non-interference, stepped in to eat a 'had-it-coming' scumbag and got herself a new job of a private detective...and a plucky sidekick in the process. Bo does not know how Kenzie could be so accepting of her, and she does not care. She knows that she found something good, and she intends to keep it.
Yet, with Kenzie came new changes, one of them being a decrease of mobility. Instead of traveling round the countryside, she is living in a proper house... that doesn't have any clocks. Well, Kenzie used to have one, but she threw it out – Bo is hopeless to sticking to a schedule, she tells her, so Kenzie is not even going to try. And why should she? Most of Bo's Fay acquaintances seem to be no better than her, uncaring about the time beyond that of an oven or a microwave.
...The same fate, incidentally, had followed a calendar that Kenzie deemed fit to acquire at first when they've just moved in. After the incident with the spider-Fay and the Ash's enforcers, that piece of domesticity just lost itself in the process, and was never replaced. Nowadays, Bo is living in a house that has no indication of the passing of time, knows people who practically never age: Dyson, apparently, has lived before Christianity came to the Norse, Mr. Trick for an even longer period – and is content.
So content, in fact, that she sometimes gets scared: is this timeless existence is what it's like being a Fay? If so, Bo cannot but wonder: what else of her supposed humanity she has left behind?
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