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Action, December 13th

[crushed_pearls]

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."

[hadnoright]

Inside, Daisy pulls her blankets tighter down over herself at the sudden intrusion of banging and words into the quiet of the midday lull in people coming in and out of the cabin hallway. She seriously considers saying nothing, but also can't rule out Erin trying to break the door in which would only be even louder and useless to boot, so—

"If I'd gone back to the Nothing I'd already be haunting you. Somehow. Out of spite." Her voice is more strained than she wishes it was and she curses quietly, both at that and the way her head is throbbing.

[crushed_pearls]

"You haven't been out of your room. And you're clearly not doing okay." Erin sighs and debates just unlocking the door, but no; that'll compromise Helena too. "Lemme in. I'm very tired of people who need help pretending they're fine so don't try it."

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

[crushed_pearls]

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.

[hadnoright]

You know he already promised not to interrupt me in the evenings, right?

That's not a no. You can come over. I just need you to know that.

[crushed_pearls]

Yeah well do not tell anyone else that or they will yell at me for fighting him.

It's a matter of maybe three minutes before Erin's knocking on Daisy's door, with her backless tank top and an expression of absolute mischief.

After their everything

[breakaleginhalf]

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?"

[hadnoright]

Daisy smells him coming before she hears or sees him and in the time between catching his scent and him reaching her, she seriously considers the idea of getting up and walking away as if she didn't know he was coming.

She doesn't. She lets him approach and, once he speaks up, she sighs, sets her fork down and looks up at him. "...sure."

[breakaleginhalf]

"Okay, uh. So."

He can feel his ears flicking with his unease, and hates that Daisy can see it.

"I kinda feel like. Between me desecrating your memory and you breaking into my room threatening to kill me again over it?" He won't highlight how him being in the memory in the first place was functionally an accident, nor that Daisy's reaction was completely out of proportion. "We can probably call it square. Eye for an eye, done and dusted."

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[maximumcake]

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.

[hadnoright]

Well, shit. No, that text is the opposite of encouraging and firmly takes figuring out how to handle this mess out of her hands after all this time fumbling over it.

Yeah. Okay. I can be at my cabin? You want to talk there?

Text, Early August [SMUT]

[crushed_pearls]

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.

[hadnoright]

You drive some very weird bargains, Erin.

She'd joke there's easier ways to get her to have conversations about feelings but, well, that'd just be a fucking lie, wouldn't it, even had it felt tonally appropriate.

Last time I fucked you like I didn't like you, I busted that aura thing of yours. You want it dialled back from that, you've gotta be specific.

She does not point out how finding Erin in under an hour is so easy as to not be a challenge at all, for her. Erin knows that, so that's got to be the point, surely.

Sometime in the week (or two) after checking in their gun

[yourexoduslaughing]

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

sorry i had to logic out timelines lmao

[hadnoright]

It takes a bit for Daisy to respond. Maybe an hour, maybe two. Why? Because she is, in fact, freaking out a little bit about the fact the gun manifested in her hand.

somehow!

meeting. | major bg3 spoilers will be all over this thread.

[abhorrently]

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."

proceed at your own risk

[hadnoright]

Daisy makes sure not to make herself hard to find. She could, if she wanted; she knows how to mask a silhouette, how to make herself unseen if she wants to ambush, but there's no use for that here. She's there, in plain sight, leaning against a tree, coat bunched around her crossed arms.

"Hey."

[SMUT | First PH Inbox For These Two] Moving Day

[crushed_pearls]

'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."

[hadnoright]

Daisy asks what Erin's playing at exactly once before simply accepting that it's Erin being Erin and assuming she'll figure out what the point of it is eventually. That's usually how it goes, and they've got enough to busy themselves with in the meantime. At least moving things around is easy when you're as strong as she is. Even the heaviest furniture is nothing to her.

So the work gets done, and Erin's pressed up behind her, and Daisy breathes out slow as she relaxes easily back into her. Desire doesn't need any more excuse than this to curl its way inside her. "Mm. If you've got the stamina for every room, then I think we can manage that. Lot of ground to cover. Might have to get wilder. Keep it nice and interesting. Sure you've got things in mind."

Something a little different for every room they're breaking in, maybe.

Happy Birthday

[maximumcake]

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~"

[hadnoright]

The funny thing is Daisy doesn't even register the date herself until the combination of the visit, the tone in his voice, and the scent of his baking hit her all at once.

She actually pokes her head out of the window a little ways down from the door, at first, just so she can say, "Really?" before even leaving the room she was in. "One sec—"

She ducks back inside and the front door opens a few seconds later. "How do you even remember—"

Over Breakfast, May

[crushed_pearls]

"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?"

[hadnoright]

Daisy affectionately deadpans across at her. This is different from her regular deadpanning to anyone who knows her well enough.

"I do need some money. But serious enough. What crazy thing are you thinking now?"

Late September/Early October, Post-Everything

[apocryphalarchivist]

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?"

[hadnoright]

Daisy makes an odd sound that might have started as a laugh and tried to end up as a dramatic huff of breath, but manages to not quite be either. She slides into her chair, one arm draped over the back, and drags her tongue over her teeth.

"Honestly, Jon? Don't even know where to start. And by the time I figure it out. You're gonna wish you were two drinks in already."

That's about as much preamble as she's got in her. It's been that kind of month.