Erin rises, fierce, renewed, matching that energy, and -
- Oh. Erin's teeth are kinda sharp, aren't they?
That small voice stops protesting eventually.
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A little stopwatch, pillaged from Sundries ages ago to serve as an alarm clock, goes off in the pouches of Erin's belt in the corner. The woman herself sits slumped up against the wall, breathing hard, feeling both run ragged and completely renewed. Long scratches down her arms, sharp but blessedly shallow, have forced her tattoos to move away; the blood running across them has long since been sucked into the notes, giving Erin's music a scarlet hue.
Somehow, by unspoken agreement, they'd managed to avoid damaging each other's clothes overmuch. Which is to say that Erin's shirt is a total loss but at least she won't have to walk with her bits out all the way back to her appointment with SecUnit here in a scarce twenty goddamn minutes. She runs her hands through her hair, thoughtlessly staining it with her own blood.
Restrains the urge to reach out and touch Daisy. There's already been so much touching, and yet...
"I'll get in touch with you again later," Erin promises softly. It's not the world's greatest pillow talk but from as far away as the elevator and the muster compulsion will allow, well, quality isn't something to expect. "...After Johnny's had his chance to run me through the wringer for uh, you know. My actions. Do yourself and Honoria Crabb a favor and just...don't open that wound. I'll tell her the same thing. It's not much of a peace but, it doesn't need to be one."
Erin looks at a thin rivulet of blood running down her fingertip and offers her hand out. "One last taste before I have to patch up in record time?"
CW Fadeout of sex (good thing the ghosts are cleaning again eh)
- Oh. Erin's teeth are kinda sharp, aren't they?
That small voice stops protesting eventually.
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A little stopwatch, pillaged from Sundries ages ago to serve as an alarm clock, goes off in the pouches of Erin's belt in the corner. The woman herself sits slumped up against the wall, breathing hard, feeling both run ragged and completely renewed. Long scratches down her arms, sharp but blessedly shallow, have forced her tattoos to move away; the blood running across them has long since been sucked into the notes, giving Erin's music a scarlet hue.
Somehow, by unspoken agreement, they'd managed to avoid damaging each other's clothes overmuch. Which is to say that Erin's shirt is a total loss but at least she won't have to walk with her bits out all the way back to her appointment with SecUnit here in a scarce twenty goddamn minutes. She runs her hands through her hair, thoughtlessly staining it with her own blood.
Restrains the urge to reach out and touch Daisy. There's already been so much touching, and yet...
"I'll get in touch with you again later," Erin promises softly. It's not the world's greatest pillow talk but from as far away as the elevator and the muster compulsion will allow, well, quality isn't something to expect. "...After Johnny's had his chance to run me through the wringer for uh, you know. My actions. Do yourself and Honoria Crabb a favor and just...don't open that wound. I'll tell her the same thing. It's not much of a peace but, it doesn't need to be one."
Erin looks at a thin rivulet of blood running down her fingertip and offers her hand out. "One last taste before I have to patch up in record time?"