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[crushed_pearls]

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."

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[abhorrently]

Anticipation is its own form of winding the tension closer, and she feels 44's eyes on her as a physical weight. Touching her without touching her, keeping her from being able to do more than wait, and it's novel. There's a difference between the bonds the Village wants to keep her in, and the ones she submits to - in one, she is safe.

Hers, for now. And being hers means that 44 can hear the way Fever breathes in, out slowly, a little more ragged. Eyes drifting half shut, focusing on feeling. The unyielding stability of the altar, the warmth of 44's mouth. It's a good contrast, and she enjoys it thoroughly.