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It's just after noon, coming off her shift with SecUnit, when Erin notices the sushi is still in front of Daisy's door. That's not good; it being gone means Siffleur hasn't checked on her either.

A fearful thought enters Erin's mind and draws her to knock firmly on the door and voice it: "Daisy? Daisy I swear to fucking God if you've gone back into the Nothing I'll drag you out and stuff your soul in a worry doll."

So if I cash in one of my hours of certified no interruptions with Siffleur do you think you might want to have me over with a distinct absence of clothing?

Yes with the wings and all, Erin'll be damned if she lets those stop her.

He's not dumb enough to go back the same day, even after his talk with Erin. But he's not brave enough to go the next day, either.

It's three days - that stupid magic number - before Gil makes a point to track down Daisy. Casually, following her scent rather than pinning her in her room, so he finds her in the Windbreaker that afternoon.

"Hey." He gives her a bit of space as he approaches, feeling ridiculously self-conscious. "Can we... talk?"

A couple days after this meeting between Max and his former master, Max finally works up the nerve to send a text to Daisy about it:

I really need to talk to you about Erik.

Short and to the point, in a way that Max usually isn't when he texts. That's probably not a good sign.

Got an offer for you here Daisy and I am open to negotiation and definitely open to refusal but you see my fucking brain is going ten thousand miles an hour and I am looking to silence it so here is the deal. I am wandering around this ship with a vibrator in my ass. Find me in the next hour and you can fuck me like you do not like me but there is going to be conversations about feelings after and I may in fact be choosing to cuddle.

About a minute later.

Public is not a dealbreaker for me but I am attempting to not be places the teens are.

And props to Crabb for being open to Erin borrowing the vibrator.

Daisy your gun is missing from it's storage box. Is it with you?

In the end, she keeps her word. Goes to the edge of the woods in the afternoon, coat pulled tight around her, and looks for Daisy. It shouldn't be too difficult to spot her, when they were intentionally looking for places that not many would go, but it's still nervewracking. This entire business - the impulsivity of making this offer. It could go so terribly wrong.

Still, her best ideas were ones that were poorly planned out. It always somehow does.

"Hey."

'Moving in' is a much less involved affair when you don't own a god damn thing, isn't it? Most of the process is rearranging furniture and clearing the pathways of the house for Erin's safety and convenience. It doesn't take long, but it does take longer than it ought to - she keeps stopping to open up the windows while, paradoxically, stoking the fire. Even with the breeze coming in it's enough to get her sweating into the basic clothes that are, currently, her only outfit, the warm Spring afternoon entirely too much for this behavior that Erin is wholly unwilling to explain while she's doing it.

Once the work is done, though...

Erin nestles up to Daisy from behind, wrapping her arms around the Hunter and nipping at her ear with sharp teeth. "It's not a home until we've broken it in," Erin murmurs. "Think you can help me fuck in every room, my sovereign? We could even make a mess out of the pantry if you wanna relive some old times..." A nipping kiss, right at the hollow where Daisy's neck meets her shoulder. "Or we can go wilder. I can heal again, I've been feeding, and feeding means you can go a bit more nuts...and that I can shapeshift freely."

Daisy may not want to make a big deal about her birthday, but there's no stopping Max. He hardly needs an excuse to bake someone a cake but when it's their birthday and he knows it, he physically can't let them go cakeless. That would be a crime.

"Daisy!" He calls from outside the home she and Erin share. He can't knock because his hands are too full right now, holding the simply frosted cake decorated with real edible flowers. It's not as elaborate as he might have hoped, but something tells him she'll like it better this way.

"I have something for you~"

"Hey, my sovereign, two questions: how serious are you about not requiring earthly wealth, and would you like to help me do something really, really funny?"

Considering how awful everything's been recently, it seems well and due time for a social call.

It's been a few odd weeks since Jon's been able to truly take a moment to stop and really visit with Daisy, though he's made a point to linger for some odd minutes at a time to catch up when they run into each other. Tonight, however, he'll make good on a joke of a promise he'd made during one of the Oak & Iron's prior drinking-game-nights, and attempt to drink her under the table.

He knows full and well it's fruitless effort, but that's half the fun, isn't it? Maybe it'll give an edge of relief to things he's certain they'll have to talk about, before too long.

He's grabbed a table for them at the Oak & Iron, not far off from the bar, and as soon as he catches sight of Daisy stepping inside, he stands to flag her down over the bustling evening crowd. As soon as she's close enough, he sits back down, offering a smile.

With everything being as turbulent as it's been, something as simple as spending time with a friend feels almost too calm. He tries to shove aside the feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"I was wondering if maybe I'd waited too late to ask you to come out," Jon half-jokes. "Glad to see you, though, Daisy. How have things been?"

Action, December 13th

Text & Action, Late January || Daisy's Cabin || Awkward Smut Time Go

After their everything

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Text, Early August [SMUT]