Erin gives Bash half a smile. "Your worst cleans up pretty nice, Bash," she murmurs, before she takes a drink to hide behind the coffee. The gunpowder goes off all at once, burning away entirely, before it drifts back into her Mantle in little snaps and sparks.
"...I'm not entirely sure who I am now. It's been so long since I was just Erin Peters, you know? Twenty months since I first said my name out loud to someone else on the day the old me got staked to the soil of my garden to die and be dressed for burial in my soil. And it's not like Erin is exactly doing okay. She spent a long time in the dark of me, being told she'd died in a far away place."
Erin drifts downward, eventually sitting heavily with one knee drawn up to her chest, the other leg just sticking out along the floor. "I'm still a fighter, and I am proud of that. I earned those skills the hard way. A believer in renewal. A singer, though it's young and raw on me and I've been too scared to share that with many people not even because I think I don't deserve praise but because I get stage fright like a little bitch, which is so...hilariously, comically normal that sometimes when I'm trying to convince myself to sing for my fellow passengers my panic attack gets cut off at the knees by the sheer relief of realizing it. I'm a wounded dog; I'm a garden in progress. If I can ever bear to let someone touch me again I'd like to be a lover of women, maybe not exactly like I used to be but...more like that than I am now. I've been a teacher, since coming here, and I like that. I've been a friend, I think, though I'm out of practice."
"...Mainly I'm Erin of the Serena Eterna, the Second Nickel, child of this garden that is now mine. My pleasure to meet you. Truly."
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Date: 2022-10-20 01:16 pm (UTC)"...I'm not entirely sure who I am now. It's been so long since I was just Erin Peters, you know? Twenty months since I first said my name out loud to someone else on the day the old me got staked to the soil of my garden to die and be dressed for burial in my soil. And it's not like Erin is exactly doing okay. She spent a long time in the dark of me, being told she'd died in a far away place."
Erin drifts downward, eventually sitting heavily with one knee drawn up to her chest, the other leg just sticking out along the floor. "I'm still a fighter, and I am proud of that. I earned those skills the hard way. A believer in renewal. A singer, though it's young and raw on me and I've been too scared to share that with many people not even because I think I don't deserve praise but because I get stage fright like a little bitch, which is so...hilariously, comically normal that sometimes when I'm trying to convince myself to sing for my fellow passengers my panic attack gets cut off at the knees by the sheer relief of realizing it. I'm a wounded dog; I'm a garden in progress. If I can ever bear to let someone touch me again I'd like to be a lover of women, maybe not exactly like I used to be but...more like that than I am now. I've been a teacher, since coming here, and I like that. I've been a friend, I think, though I'm out of practice."
"...Mainly I'm Erin of the Serena Eterna, the Second Nickel, child of this garden that is now mine. My pleasure to meet you. Truly."