Erin tries to wave it off and then sighs. "I'm...I keep my head organized by thinking about my own thoughts a lot. It's supposed to help me sort hallucinations from magical perception but it also means that my thoughts sometimes sound like...people to talk to, in my head, and not like, me thinking. I know it's me thinking, I'm crazy not stupid, but - anyway. The victim of the possessor is Giles, Ossie's husband. And if Giles ever comes back he's going to be horrified that his body was used like this. Like...like fucking meat. I know it's not the ghosts' fault they're here but...there's a fucking line."
She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.
(Peters, something isn't right)
"I'm sorry, Tear, I know this is supposed to be our time to get away but it's been...it's been an onslaught of a fucking month. I can quit bitching, I swear."
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Date: 2022-10-23 12:02 am (UTC)She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.
(Peters, something isn't right)
"I'm sorry, Tear, I know this is supposed to be our time to get away but it's been...it's been an onslaught of a fucking month. I can quit bitching, I swear."