emmaxmeyer

[emmaxmeyer]

rooney mara in the girl with the dragon tattoo (2011) dir. david fincher

[emmaxmeyer]

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (2011) dir. David Fincher

[emmaxmeyer]

Do you need me to stay?

The girl with the dragon tattoo, dir. David Fincher

[emmaxmeyer]

[emmaxmeyer]

✏️for Sydney :)

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⦕☥⦖

"You are right there." Her voice was light, while her body was all a buzz from the way their magic interacted; a warmth coursed up through her fingers, her hands and onwards...unlike anything she'd ever felt.

She doesn't want to let go. And she can tell that he can feel it too. But with his one hand still in hers, she gently brought his hand up and a smidgen closer before she pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles. Warmth and blush grew over her cheeks and spread back to her ears.

Mason would've been more than happy to sit there with Emma in this comfortable silence. Moments like these had been too fleeting in the past. He'd always been careful never to linger too long with a touch, their energies doing nothing more than brushing one another. Now, he felt the curious, wonderful sensation of both their auras, their magic, together.

It felt right.

Simmer. Yes. That seemed very accurate. His smile mirrored hers, before he brought up his free hand and scrubbed at his face, chuckling lightly. "Burned too hot, really, for a simmer, but yes."

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Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!

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[emmaxmeyer]

{ooc}

I mean...its like 13+ years worth of likes I guess...should probably go through this but 💀

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Her gaze was soft yet fixed on him as she basked in this moment; the feel of his hand, his warmth and the gentleness of his voice. The things he said- to say she was elated was an absolute understatement.

Her fingers gave his own a tiny squeeze as her other hand moved to his wrist, her fingers feather-light as they brushed along his skin. Now that she had it, she craved this closeness with him.

"Had to simmer til it was the right time I guess, huh?" She smiled bright and wide.

He let out the breath he'd unknowingly took, exhaling a sigh. Her hand was cold, his warm.

Mason didn't respond for a few seconds, lowering his gaze to their hands. His fingers closed around hers, thumb caressing the back of her hand.

"There's always hindsight," he said in an equally soft voice. "And it makes perfect sense. It didn't become an inferno overnight." He smiled then, and laughed a little. "It was always there for me too."

[emmaxmeyer]

😠 ANGRY FACE — how easy or difficult is it for you to express your emotions? if you find it difficult, what do you think is holding you back?

🩶 GRAY HEART — what kind of friend do your friends consider you to be (mom friend, uncle friend, funny friend, etc) and why? what do you think this says about your personality?

✍️ WRITING HAND — what is one thing you wish you were better at? this can be a tactical skill, social skill, hobby, etc.

IN CHARACTER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS .

😠 - "I always feel like, I have to keep a lot of it contained, especially around other people. Not everyone, just...most people. And not even like, the negative emotions. The good stuff too. I kinda worry about people using my feelings against me. It's only when I'm really comfortable or safe that I feel like I can relax..."

🩶- "I don't think I'd be considered a traditional 'mom' friend, but more like the 'cigarette mom' friend. Like the kind of mom friend who makes sure that you're fed and safe but like will also fight someone on your behalf." *emma thinks this is very funny idk.*

✍️- "I always wanted to be better at drawing, and art. I can draw sigils and all the mystical symbols I want but I can't draw anything else worth shit. I guess I'll just stick to music."

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All her life when she'd been at her worst- her lowest, she'd gone through it alone. Tears, breakdowns, grief...it was something she didn't want anyone to see. Not even her kid's father had seen her in that dark place. And when she had that next loss...she expected to have to hide it again.

But that hadn't been the case, Mason had been there. He'd seen her at her absolute worst, seen that side she hated to show and yet also saw her while she tried to cover it all up for Lisa and Ana's sakes. And yet, even after all that, he still held his hand out to her. Her slender fingers reached for his, and her fingers curled around his hand.

And like that, she felt whole. "But...in hindsight," she started, her voice was softer. "I know it was always there. I just didn't realize how powerful it was. If...if that makes sense."

Mason suspected there had always been something there, a small spark that flamed and held on through the years. He'd first noticed it a long time ago. He kept the feeling secret quite well. The only indication had been innocent flirting, a lingering look here or there.

And life went on for both of them, circumstances changed, but it never stopped Mason and Emma from enjoying one another's company when they could. For Mason, his feelings only grew. He never knew she'd felt the same, had wanted to hope but couldn't.

"I remember," he said softly. He'd been around then, helping Emma with the kids, giving her time and space to grieve, to pick up broken pieces. That spark, that flame was still there, and now it was an inferno, burning.

He found he couldn't say anything else, so he reached across the table for her hand.

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🖤 & 🔮!

IN CHARACTER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS .

🖤 “When my eldest kiddo was born, I felt my power in her. And I worried about her going through the same things I went through, was afraid that somehow my dad’s mother and my piece of shit uncles would find out and want to hunt Ana too, like they did me. I wanted them dead. Her father told me not to worry about it but…as well-intentioned as he was, he didn’t get it. I wasn’t sleeping much…so it started to be all that I could think about outside caring for Ana. I needed to feel their blood on my hands, I needed to end it or it was all I was going to think about.   So that’s what I did. I waited for them to all turn up at my grandmother's house. And I burned my fire so hot that the only thing left of them was their fillings and ashes. I never slept better in all my life." 🔮

”When we’d stay at my dad’s girlfriend's place, I used to like helping her cook. She’d set me up with stuff to do, and it reminded me of when she’d teach me about magic. I was so proud of the stuff I made.   And that’s what I do with my kids now. I mean my kitchen usually ends up looking like there’s been a tornado through it afterwards but it's something the three of us enjoy.”

[emmaxmeyer]

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"Oh inferno - absolutely. That's more accurate."

When she noticed the way his shoulders settled, it helped ease her own tension and her own worries about where he stood in this. And if he was feeling this too- she felt safe enough to continue.

"Well...I know for sure I've noticed it the most in the last few years. At one point, I...I thought that I didn't want to feel anything anymore. But Mason...you made me want to feel everything again."

Mason knew her answer could change everything, one way or another. If she answered no, then he'd know to back off. An answer of yes would--well, he hadn't thought of that. A yes had seemed so improbable, he hadn't dared to even hope.

But there it was.

He hadn't been aware of the tension in his body until that moment, when his shoulders relaxed and it slipped away.

"An inferno, then," he said, and another smile started. "Since when?"

[emmaxmeyer]

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Her gaze was soft as she watched him get up to go for the bar, and she took in every motion and step until he was back and settled with her at the booth once more.

A spark? The word alone caused a warm smile to appear on her face as a relieved sigh left her lips.

"Honestly...all the fucking time. But...spark feels like...such a small word for it...for what I feel around you."

Mason continued to watch her as she figured it out, then glanced away when the bar owner appeared behind the counter. He took note of that, then turned back to Emma.

"That's what I figured as well. Pardon me."

It didn't take long for him to talk with the owner and set up the favor before he slid back into the booth. He took another big drink, feeling the warmth spread through his chest. More drinks were on the way, but he could've used them now.

"So... thirteen years. It feels like longer. In all the time we've known one another, did you ever feel a... spark?" He leveled his gaze on her. "Because I have."

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Usually if someone watched her like that, like Mason did, she'd feel caught, unsure, uneasy. But that feeling wasn't there, instead she felt comfortable in the familiar feeling of his gaze, hell even a buzz of excitement that radiated through her. She straightened up a little, doing the math quickly in her head. It seemed like forever, felt like she'd always known him even if it had been a little over a decade by her count.

"I'm pretty sure it's been 13 years give or take."

He didn't answer straightaway. Instead, he took another big drink and left the bottle in the middle of the table. He observed her--the little smirk, the curiosity, the playfulness. Mason had noticed little things like that, how the smirk would soften, the playfulness turning flirtatious. A little here, a little there culminating over time--and all those little things had become something else.

It was there any time they were in company together, and even when apart, in phone messages and texts. And it was definitely here now, in this booth. Something more than playful flirting and little things.

He ignored her question, for now, and continued with one of his own, "How long have we known each other?"

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“Oh I’m sure you have. Thank you for including me when you cashed this one in.”

Emma reached her slender fingers out to take the bottle from him. She was just about to bring it to her lips as he spoke, bottle resting on her lips. As she tried to contain the smirk while she took a smaller drink, her eyebrow perked slightly. 

She was picking up what he was putting down.

   “Care to elaborate there, Mason?” She asked as she passed the bottle back to him.

"I am owed quite a few favors," Mason noted, passing her another smile. "This one will cover food and a few drinks." He opened one he'd brought along and took a deep drink, before he slid it across to her.

He leaned back, draping an arm across the back of the booth, eyes returning to her.

"I have an idea what I want, yes." His smile grew. "And I know what food I'd like as well."