Honoria Crabb (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pointofhonoria) wrote2023-05-05 02:36 am
pointofhonoria) wrote2023-05-05 02:36 am
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text, early September
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Sure I did. There's 22. Why?
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[ Perhaps it's time to play a game. ]
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[ Hm. Creepy. Crabb picks it up and squints at it for a while, before sighing and, against all better judgement, grabs a pen and scribbles an 'A' in the guessed letters box.
Then slips it back under the door. ]
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Text, After Giles Reveal
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Well, alright then. That sounds... urgent. Crabb texts back a single thumbs-up emoji (thanks for the tech lessons, César) before she's coming right to Cabin 134 and knocking on the door, just as she's been told to.
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It's on the Promenade, one drone overhead here, others on other decks, but it's walking the Promenade, because...if not the heart of the ship, it's at least the ribcage. Central, full of useful things. The sort of place where Shit Goes Down.
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Crabb is sat in Hurikane. No Johnny serving her, just a glass of something fruity looking in her hand that she doesn't seem to actually be drinking from, right now. It doesn't even look like she's had more than a sip or two at all.
She appears to be wrapped up in thought, but her head turns a little back towards the entrance when she hears someone passing down the Promenade. Not completely. Just enough to watch out of the bar's storefront with her peripheral vision.
Murderbot. Hm.
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Action, Nov 1st, Rezz Hour || True Colors Will Bleed
But there's work to do. The small hours of the morning are filled a shower and a change of clothes, with the furious scrubbing-off of blood, with Erin going back and forth between the buffet and the cabin halls, with dragging tables laden with food, plates, and coffee all the fucking way here and setting them up against the walls. A lot of people are about to wake back up. Erin had...
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Outlasted the battle, which means she's here to help, with whatever dregs of energy she has left. It's okay. She can sleep after SecUnit wakes up and recharges. It's okay. It'll be fine.
It'll be fine.
They'll come back, and be themselves, and Crabb will be here, and Cassandra will be here, Giles and Ossie and everyone will be here, and it'll be fine, and then Erin can sleep.
She sits, armored, miserable, in pain, in a chair near the middle of the hall, pushed up against the wall.
Waiting.
Waiting to get her friends back.
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One moment there was Nothing, and then...
Everything. Crabb becomes aware of her own breathing a millisecond after she becomes aware of the weight of bedsheets tucking her in. She becomes aware of the taste of her own spit in the same moment as she feels her own heartbeat at the same time as she feels the sun coming in through the porthole in the same instant as she becomes aware of the darkness behind her own eyelids.
Maybe it's only seconds before she jolts upright like waking from a nightmare, or maybe it's ten minutes, she really can't say, but it doesn't really matter, does it? What matters is she's here. She's actually here. Her fingers can curl into the sheets beneath her, her eyes can slowly come into focus on the wall across from her, her breathing can get faster and faster until she's almost hyperventilating and—
Crabb chokes on a laugh that borders on hysterical and lets out a single, fervent, "Fuck."
She's back. She's actually back. Every little thing is suddenly a miracle, after three long weeks hyperaware of the state of pure nothingness that she'd been consumed by as consciousness had slipped away. The stairs, and then Nothing.
The next hysterical sound is more like a sob, and Crabb collapses back onto her mattress as the inescapable wave of emotions washes over her. She doesn't know how long she lays there. She doesn't know how long it is before the sensation of the sheets shifting against her skin becomes less... overwhelming, and yet no less a relief. She doesn't know how long it is before she feels like she can sit up again, swing her legs out of bed and try to move. Minutes, hours... (not days, at least. Not days.)
Her legs feel unsteady. Her body feels fine and yet distant. She has to lean against the wall before she can even think about walking and when she walks, she has to pace until she feels more in control.
Eventually, her mind is settled enough to decide on a course of action. Johnny. She needs to find Johnny. She needs to find him and she needs to ask him if she can just lie with him for a while until she feels human enough to explain, to ask questions, to find out what she's missed—
And so, finally, after who knows how long and dressed only in a pair of menswear pyjamas, she steps outside her cabin door into the hallway.
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November 3rd, 11:22 AM || Action
Heart in her throat. She did half this confession already but god she's gotta finish it.
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The sound of Erin's voice is the first thing to spur Crabb to action since her latest futile attempts at falling asleep for more than a fitful minutes at a time. She's been staring at the ceiling for what feels like, but can't have been, hours, and then there's Erin and... it probably says something in itself that she's on her feet in only a few seconds, coming straight to the door to let her in.
She can't really hide her exhaustion, but she perks up just enough to be noticeable in her stance when she looks up at her. She wants company so badly right now, no matter how much she's deliberately trying not to impose on anyone else's time.
"...hot breakfast sounds great, right about now. An' I'm good to talk, yeah."
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Text, Morning After The Second Daisy Talk
Was up last night when Daisy found me. Long talk. Good talk possibly? She has agreed to try karaoke so anticipate me as a nervous wreck after that because karaoke scares me and I am trading on going in knowing I will be mocked about it to make that easier. Do not ask why that helps it does not make sense to me either.
Prior events came up. I have some assurances there but they are lurking behind an attempted explanation of the culture of my Earth and time but the short version is that there is no current interest in a romantic connection.
Assuming the latter point sounds insane to you I am very available to talk. I am so tired. So very tired.
Love you.
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Erin this is the wildest goddamn text to wake up to... Crabb has to take a solid minute or two to actually be awake enough to process it all.
Erin I love you but this is so much to wake up to.
Why yes she is sleepy enough not to get hung up on the 'love' word.
1: Would sleeping in here maybe help or would that just make things worse, at this point? You were the one warning me about brain damage before, alright, if I can help then tell me how.
2: What kinda good talk? How good of a talk does it have to be to end in a karaoke invite? Are you sure handling her like this is a good idea?
3: God every time I think I'm done being bloody confused about you modern types and your. You know. Attitudes. Yeah that sounds kinda insane to me but I'm sure there's some reason why it shouldn't.
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Night After The Cass Date, Text
Need you.
Absolutely require you.
To imagine this in capital letters.
This is not optional.
Cassandra is so fucking cuddly she is like teddy bear I have it so bad please tell me you did not hate her first off. We sort of did drills and we talked and then I was like I could probably just pick you up and carry you and then she went do you want to and I really did so I did that and she was so warm and small and I have never understood knights better than I did in that moment even though the talk was complicated and not all good but not all bad and then it was possibly a date in that I made a joke about first dates and then instead of joking back or saying no she went do you want to go look for precious moments at the photo place.
This may be my second cocktail.
Love you even if you are asleep and get this in the morning.
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Crabb is up right now, it's become one of those nights where sleep feels just a little bit too like the Nothing. As weird texts from Erin go, this one is... it's pretty adorable, actually. Her all gushy.
Erin, and I say this with all affection: what in God's name.
Don't worry, I didn't hate Cassandra. And I don't think she hated me. Most awkward introduction I think I've had on the ship besides, y'know, actually dying as my first encounter with someone, but we sorta figured it out. She seems alright.
You really do have it bad though you're right.
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Text, Soon After The Valdis Texts
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Well if you're asking it like that. Hit me with the funniest.
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After The Valdis Not-Date, Same Night
FIVE SECONDS LATER
Also I am no closer to learning why the divine dating service insisted I need to get on with dogs.
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Never a dull text from you, huh. My night's fine, Erin. Real normal evening.
Did you actually ask about the dog thing? Or were you too distracted by everything else?
Anyway these other women need to stop one-upping me, not-date or not (I'm joking). How does an invitation to something that is explicitly not a date even get that reaction?
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CW extremely explicit flirting
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Evening after Fishmaggedon
"Care to go for a walk, love?" It's privacy enough, along the decks.
And it's not like the kiss wasn't public.
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Crabb laces her fingers with Erin and settles comfortably into place at her side, even if there's a thread of some sort of tension. Not anger or hurt, Erin saw those plainly when Daisy first arrived, but... these conversations still don't necessarily come naturally, all the time.
She bumps Erin's arm with her head. Breathes. "Yeah, let's walk."
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After The Wedding & Reception || Here Shall Be Smut, No Further Warning Will Be Given
Those teeth sure are sharp, aren't they?
"I'm gonna say this now before things get too intense," Erin murmurs into Honoria's ear, breathless, dizzy, so very ready for things to get Entirely Too Intense. "Every sorrow of this world so far has been worth it to be here with you. Not just in your cabin, but around you, with you, to love you. I'm glad I met you, Honoria."
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Crabb buries her face against where Erin's shoulder and throat connect the moment she pulls away to speak, breathless and flushed and clutching her close with what feels like frankly embarrassing desire. None of this gets any less with the words in her ear, her breathing shaking with an almost stunned little laugh. "J-Jeezus Christ you're just gonna kill me before we even make it to the bed, huh...?"
She lifts her head to nose at and press a kiss to her jaw, then to steal another, proper kiss that ends with her pressing her forehead to Erin's. "M-Me too. M'so glad I met you, Erin. That you bleedin'— knocked me for such a Goddamn loop, the way you did. That I have you here."
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12/24; Resort Smut - You've Been Warned
She wants tonight to be special.
When Crabb walks in she's treated the sight of the room's table in the center of the carpet. To one side is a luxurious pile of folded towels.
Next to them, a very small Erin lounges in a bowl of hot water, naked except for her blindfold. She waggles her toes in greeting.
"Lock the door," Erin orders. "Tonight you get the chance to earn a treat."
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Crabb still instinctively looks for Erin at her full size when she first steps in, before her eyes actually land on her there in the bowel as she scans the set-up. She locks the door behind her without question (she's going to get far too used to having this privacy and the ability for Erin to stay the night after...) and is un-belting and shrugging off her coat as she steps further into the room.
"A treat, huh?"
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Action, Just After The LotR Marathon
"...Got a thing to show you and talk about and then a different vaguely related thing to talk about," Erin murmurs. "Come with me to Photos At Sea?"
Does Erin want to know if Honoria gets turned on actually seeing her with another woman? Yes, absolutely, can you fucking imagine the play dynamics?
But she also wants Honoria to be aware that Erin has gotten up to something everyone might see, and probably will again.
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Crabb nuzzles back, bumping their heads together and taking one of her hands. Her heart thumps a little bit faster in her chest, the spike of nerves associated with 'we need to talk' and similar phrases is eternal, but she just nods. "...yeah, okay. Though that's a real confusin' start to whatever this is considerin' I know you can't see 'em."
CW discussion of a previous smut thread/descriptions thereof begins here
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Today, you pick the place!
He's aware she won't get the joke but he's gauging her response.
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She blinks dumbly for a few seconds over the rim of her glass (yes she's in Tauva again, sue her) before lowering it. "My... what? Y'know what nevermind. Ugh, sorry, the Damn thing's been busted for weeks. I ain't getting anyone's texts right now."
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cw: referenced suicide
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April, Sometime Before Lobbyrinth [CW smut, this is a smut thread, it is for smut]
But at Erin's customary wakeup time of six AM, well before Crabb's, her handsome lover may well wake to the sensation of being slowly, but thoroughly, fingered, with Erin's warm body still pressed tight against hers.
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She's squirming before she's even fully come to, flush already spreading from her face down, but the moment consciousness comes calling is signalled by a shift in her breathing and her head tilting more towards Erin. Her eyes don't quite open all the way, and her voice is thick with half-awake murmuring.
"Mmmmm'rin?"
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Oh God what have you gone and done now?
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Mid-June
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Crabb pulls her phone out and lights the screen up for a second, demonstratively. "Sure can, went and bothered Friday about it not long after the whole mess started quietin' down. Reckon she still ain't my biggest fan, but she ain't left me locked out."
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September, Gym | Action
~You! You are the shellfish spoken of to me!~ Hi Crabb do you like your personal space? Too bad, there's a fish putting her face close to yours, dead eyes almost sparkling with curiosity. This close, she smells like a cold, deep lake. ~You are indeed very handsome, though your might was not alluded to and should have been. You are the crab, yes? Currently in alluring human form?~
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Crabb is already half-way out of her skin after she hears the impact of the harpoon and turns to see, well, a bloody harpoon that's just been thrown into the room. Grace suddenly being all up in her face isn't quite enough to finish the deal, but it doesn't make her any less confused.
"What in God's bloody— I ain't ever in any other form?" Give her a second that's all she's able to process right now.
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