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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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[pointofhonoria]

There's an aborted sound as she goes to say something and stops herself. It should be easier than this, by now; it's been nearly three years now since she last spent all her time around people who made her feel small, sometimes it's genuinely frustrating that she can't seem to shake it.

"...fine. You ain't delusional." It's still dodging saying the words, but it's... a start.

[crushed_pearls]

This is where Erin would give Crabb a long stare, IF SHE HAD -

Actually.

(Fuck it.)

Erin's Mantle pops and sparks, and she lowers her blindfold to stare at Crabb with big owl eyes.

[pointofhonoria]

It's so sudden it provokes a burst of startled laughter out of Crabb. She pushes herself up a little straighter from where she's slumping and just... blinks at Erin. "Erin what in God's name—"

[crushed_pearls]

"Well that's not the reaction I wanted out of this meaningful glare," Erin says with Exaggerated Huffiness. "Is there something not serious about my large and loving owl eyes?"

Her pupils dilate hugely.

[pointofhonoria]

Crabb snorts and covers her mouth for a second, but amidst the surprised amusement she does sound terribly fond. "You expected me not to be surprised by you suddenly puttin' on bleedin' owl eyes just to give me a look?!"

[crushed_pearls]

"Who would be? Who? Hoo? Hoo?"

[pointofhonoria]

"Erin!" She actually almost chokes on the next burst of laughter, body trying to fold in on itself whilst still being slumped down like she is. She covers her face, shoulders shaking.

[crushed_pearls]

"This stops when you finish the thought you started there out loud, love," Erin promises/warns/threatens.

[pointofhonoria]

"You're a cruel mistress, you are. Arrite, arrite, God—" She groans and forces herself to sit more upright again. "You— you ain't delusional, so I must—" sighs, "—I must be attractive."

And now she's sinking in her chair again. Even lower than before..

[crushed_pearls]

Erin scoots her chair in closer and gently presses her forehead to Crabb's. Her wings fold in to shield her lover from the eyes of the world. "Yeah, you are," Erin murmurs. "My fierce and glorious flower. You've gotta live with yourself every single day and it breaks my heart that you seem to make that unlivable. Be nice to you, yeah?"

[pointofhonoria]

Crabb presses her forehead back against Erin's, nuzzling their noses gently and letting out a slow breath. "M'trying. Things are just—a mess."

Lately more than ever. She's keeping a brave face on about the cracks but there's still a part of her blaming herself for the fact the world seems to be falling apart.

[crushed_pearls]

"They'll always be a mess, my love. That's life." Erin tilts her head up to kiss Crabb's forehead and just holds her softly. "...I know I can't keep you here forever right now but when it's all done for the day I'ma fuckin' cuddle you so god damn hard."

[pointofhonoria]

Crabb huffs a faint laugh, leaning into her. "Y'sure I can't just stay here all day? Sure be bleedin' easier than this conversation..."

You know, like she and Johnny won't be basically cuddling on the couch by the end of the talk because it goes better than fine.

[crushed_pearls]

"Go face the music, my fierce flower."

Crabb gets a kiss for luck.

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[pointofhonoria]

Crabb tries to drag out the kiss for as long as is at all reasonable, but eventually she sighs and gets up. "Go ahead and send that text, then."

It'll be fine, she tries to tell herself, and even if she's still panicking right now, at least that will prove to be true.