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serialskiller) wrote2022-03-05 09:19 pm
serialskiller) wrote2022-03-05 09:19 pm
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Messages will be answered when I'm done with this episode of my serial.
Messages will be answered when I'm done with this episode of my serial.
"I don't think it's wretched. I just...it's not something I can offer. To anyone. And I'm sorry for that. I can give you time, and energy, and comfort. But right now I'm scared that it won't be enough."
And it does mean scared. These talks are times of vulnerability for it too.
And it does mean scared. These talks are times of vulnerability for it too.
With her other hand, the one not covered in tears, she tries to find one of its hands to squeeze.
"Please don't be," she says, her voice low and unsteady. "I don't -- I said this isn't your fault."
"Please don't be," she says, her voice low and unsteady. "I don't -- I said this isn't your fault."
"You did. That doesn't mean my first instinct isn't to want to find some way to make it better for you. You're in pain and I love you and I always want to make life less painful for my crew. I just don't always know how to."
It squeezes back, tighter than strictly necessary, but not tight enough to cause harm.
It squeezes back, tighter than strictly necessary, but not tight enough to cause harm.
A slow, just slightly shaky breath. Another. The wetness on her cheeks, on her hand, has cooled as it begins to evaporate off her skin.
"I don't know how to ... address the problem," she mumbles. "But this helps."
"I don't know how to ... address the problem," she mumbles. "But this helps."
"You can have this. Anytime you want. You just need to ask. Or make it clear that this is what you want. Okay?" Humans. It could be more frustrated, but instead it's at peace, knowing it's all coming out.
"Okay," she whispers. It's a very strange feeling, being reassured and subtly scolded at the same time; and then it isn't strange at all, it feels like something out of her childhood.
"I, I'll remember."
"I, I'll remember."
"You had better." It kisses the top of her head, rocking gently.
She leans into its chest, and shuts her eyes.
"Thank you," she whispers, and it sounds a little like I love you.
"Thank you," she whispers, and it sounds a little like I love you.
[the drone can't talk back, she knows. but it listens, and relays the information to Security. and she'll be there physically later, after the rest of the crew has had their time to reunite, to come together. so, she wakes the drone up:]
Good morning. Hope you slept well.
[and puts it back to standby. it'll go back to being constantly at her side.]
Good morning. Hope you slept well.
[and puts it back to standby. it'll go back to being constantly at her side.]
Just a heads up, there’s a new passenger here named Demona. Blue skin, big bat wings, red hair, turns to a statue during the day. She almost immediately tried to murder Darcy because he taped paper pigeons to her as a statue. She’s pretty literally genocidal towards humans. I had to intervene and pin her down to get her to stop.
So. Watch out for that.
So. Watch out for that.
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