Give A Bitch A Break [October Open]

[crushed_pearls]

Who: Erin Peters and YOU
What: AAAAAAAAA
When: Mid October Forward
Where: Library, Bobby's, possibly elsewhere
Warnings: Tiamat fallout, suicide discussion, depression & stress


There Is No Silver Bullet [Closed To Valdis | Library]

Finding Erin won't be hard, once Valdis is herself again; she's the only soul on the ship currently meditating into a killing trance, a state of no-mind she's hoping will be effective against Tiamat. She's...

Having obstacles. Intrusive thoughts, feelings, anxieties, these impede her meditation, but she's getting there. This has gone on long enough.

Maybe tell her the good news?

Grade A Hypocrisy [Library | After the Previous]

Erin keeps coming to the library to read, on the theory that she's definitely not isolating, look, it's a public space. What actually keeps happening is she gets three chapters in and passes out, drooling on the comfy chair. Coffee? No help. Tea? No help. Turning into a toy robot? The toy robot snores and turns back into Erin after an hour, leaving her sprawled on the table.

The Smoking Prompt [Bobby B's]

I'm writing this on a phone, Erin smokes multiple times a day, find her here. She's still drinking pretty heavily too.

Wildcard

It warm in Hell.

Comments

[crushed_pearls]

Erin's answer, long delayed, is layered with shame. "I fell for her grift. Sold her a head start to get time to figure shit out when I should have hit her hard and fast while Max and I were in her cabin. It was stupid of me but...yeah. I turned her loose on the condition that she not touch the kids, and it was the wrong move."

[actuallyawolf]

Ylva listens to this, then nods.

"That... that makes more sense than the way Tiamat made it sound," she says, and falls silent. She can't think of words of reassurance or comfort, so she just wraps an arm around Erin, her hand resting below Erin's wings.

[crushed_pearls]

"...She said it like I sold your life, didn't she."

[actuallyawolf]

"She did. Which... didn't make sense to me."

Ylva moves her fingers in soft, slow circles on Erin's back. "I wanted to tear her throat out. I almost did, at one point. Probably... probably for the best that I didn't try."

[crushed_pearls]

"...So...we actually...do in fact want to do that if this comes up again."

[actuallyawolf]

"Do we?"

Ylva glances up. "I didn't know at the time if it was going to make things worse, or if I was going to just immediately get killed. I thought about maybe coming back with help, but..."

[crushed_pearls]

"Yeah. Valdis specifically requested it, and...well, that was the shell game Tiamat was playing." Erin sighs. "...I shoulda gone hard, like I said. Even if it took Max down with the two of us, it would have been over. Always do what your enemy is trying to prevent. But. I fell for it, and turned her loose, and she hurt you. I'm sorry."

[actuallyawolf]

Ylva thinks about this for a moment.

"Next time, maybe I'll try that, then. It felt, at the moment, like she was... trying to get me to fight her. She was... very sure I couldn't survive it. I don't know how much of that was bluff."

[crushed_pearls]

"Mmm. Don't spread this around, but - got any way to protect your soul?"

[actuallyawolf]

"Hm?" Ylva looks up in mild surprise. "I'm... not sure I do, actually. That important?"

[crushed_pearls]

"It'd give you an edge," Erin admits, with no small frustration. "Valdis's most effective weapon is to attack your soul directly. Mine's heavy with the Wyrd, might buy time to make her body die with me, but it's a bit of a bitch. And...I worry." She kisses Ylva's cheek. "You know me, I'll see a deadly and skilled lass and my no brain cells want to protect her."

[actuallyawolf]

"It's flattering, at least," Ylva grins. "But yeah, my soul is just... I dunno, I don't think much about it. I have a lot of edges, but I don't think that's one of them."