decrypter: (motion.)
helena adams. ([personal profile] decrypter) wrote2022-10-31 06:22 pm

ic inbox - sail.



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saltwaterlungs: (Sargasso Sea)

[personal profile] saltwaterlungs 2023-02-27 11:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's like a bucket of ice water being dumped on her head. 'Whatever you did to her'. She's never had someone concerned for her safety such that they'd willingly go with her instead of stopping her. It wasn't even within the realm of possibility. ]

I did, [ Her voice is weak, ] I thought you were taking Erin's side. Nobody wants me to be angry here. It's... mmf. I'm sorry. I didn't know that's what you were offering.
saltwaterlungs: (Well this sucks)

[personal profile] saltwaterlungs 2023-02-28 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
I wasn't going to kill her anyway. I just wanted to prove it would have fucking consequences next time. She can't just... get away with it. Erin can't expect me to roll over and just accept that she nearly murdered my closest friends, fucking emotionally traumatized two of them, and... what, nothing? Just move on with our shit?

[ She flexes her hand, only looking up when Helena sits down. ]

I wish she hadn't dragged you into it. It was my fight with Daisy, nobody else needed to get involved.
saltwaterlungs: (Yearning)

[personal profile] saltwaterlungs 2023-02-28 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Another echo of Phil's words. Funny how that seems to happen so often. One single lesson that goes on teaching her. Darcy's throat closes up, still so unsure how to handle a genuine offer of friendship like this. Of care. How to be cared for like this. Everyone else cushions it in friendly jabs or silent understanding, but Helena keeps offering it out so earnestly.

She swallows,
] Yeah- I want that too. For you, I mean. I want to know you're alright too.