you're the fairy bomberman

It was Sunday. Lee's Palace. The night of the last Toronto show; tomorrow TCaD would be on their way again. Probably. Todd still needed to crush Scott, but they'd get to that. Maybe post-show. Shouldn't take too long.

Things had had time to cool down a little.

( But really, things are really about to go down. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay, we're so close to the end, you guys! Scott Pilgrim volume three is the source, for the second-to-last time! Warning for a lot of exaggerated cartoon-style violence.]

Sigh.

No matter how great is was to spend time with Jim, it was just a bandaid, since he couldn't stick around. A momentary relief from the stupid hurt Envy was carrying around all the time these days. (Again, you could also say. If you wanted to be an asshole and remind her about things from before.) As soon as she was in Montreal, making a pit stop before her intended return to Ribeirao Preto where she could at least drown herself in work with renewed motivation, it hit her again. Everything fucking sucked. No boyfriend, no band. And she didn't know what to do with that.

So she was sitting on her parents' porch, smoking. Occasionally watching the street as cars passed by. She felt small. As close to insignificant as she ever did, these days.

And then one car didn't pass by, but instead drove onto their driveway. Envy watched, confused, as a guy got out.

He ran his hand back through his hair, and squinted at her. "... Nat?"

And her heart just about stopped. It had been eleven years. Eleven years, and she still just knew as soon as her name – that name – was out of his mouth. It was Todd. It was Todd. Her chest felt like it was about to burst. Her cigarette fell as she rushed up. Rushed up to him. He caught her in his arms and she felt like she'd come home. And the feeling didn't fade even over the day they took catch up on everything. All eleven years of it.

And once the day was through and darkness had fallen?

"Nat, I've missed you so much. Let me show you what I'd do for you."

Then he flew to the moon and punched a hole into it. Right next to another one that was already there. Yeah.

[ooc: Oh shit, here we go. Oh, Envy. NFB, NFI, taken from a flashback in Scott Pilgrim volume three.]