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crushed_pearls ([personal profile] crushed_pearls) wrote2022-09-16 02:28 pm
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Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."
decrypter: (wish.)

[personal profile] decrypter 2022-12-28 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
"...Yes, if you wouldn't mind."

But knowing Erin's considerations with space, she'll let her make the first move.
decrypter: (hope.)

[personal profile] decrypter 2022-12-28 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Only when Erin touches her does she move to hug her back, and Erin will feel the amount of tension in her shoulders, constantly there in her posture. It doesn't exactly ease away, but she at least breathes, bringing herself back to center. It's okay. This was okay.

When she manages to speak again, it's half muffled in Erin's clothes.

"Sorry this wasn't merely me missing our usual discussions."

A gossip session is a lot more fun than this.
decrypter: (calm.)

[personal profile] decrypter 2022-12-28 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Good. Once you're rested enough, you'll have to tell me everything that I've gone and missed by being elsewhere."

The second Erin wants to let go, Helena will - but truth be told, she's not going to be the one to do so first. Blame it on being a tactile person.
decrypter: (warmth.)

[personal profile] decrypter 2022-12-28 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes. You'll have to tell me who won, who lost...I'll tell you about the horses, and the people I've gotten more acquainted with."

"...your coffee's going to go cold, though."