rpandrejevna

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I'll use you as a focal point. So I don't lose sight of what I want. And I've moved further than I thought I could. But I miss you more than I thought I would. 💙💛🧡❤💚

[rpandrejevna]

Emmelyn watched how the man waited before finally extinguish the flame, which made her frown a little. Why would he wait longer than usual to do that? She wondered, before shrugging. She nodded when the man explained his reasons for being here and flashed him a soft smile.

“They arrange every weekend a movie night like this. It’s fun, if you know the people from this town.” Emmelyn explained, right before she inhaled from her cigarette, inhaled a little deeper and then slowly exhaled again. She remained looking at the man and slowly extended her free hand towards him.

“I’m Fleur Kendall.”

Emmelyn & Ciaran | The Past...

April 1928, New Orleans| Louisiana| United States of America.

Emmelyn had just celebrated her 26th Birthday with a bunch of dear friends. They laughed, ate and had a good time together. It was nice to have such good friends, who were always there for her. With one of them she really had a special bond; Maggie. She was from the same age and they had been friends since they were little. Emmelyn loved her, as a friend and hoped they would stay friends until they were both grey and old.

There was this event taking place where you could watch a film on a large field with seats and drinks. Like an outdoor cinema. Emmelyn and Maggie decided to go together. They dressed real nice, because you never know who you were going to meet. “Maybe there will be some handsome guys out there, Emmy.” It made Emmelyn laugh, because Maggie was always looking for a handsome guy she could persuade into a relationship. Emmelyn wasn’t that busy with men or guys. She did look at them, flirted with them, but nothing more. She did not know why, but there was something that hold her back. “You’re still waiting for Mr. Right, is it not?” Maggie teased her, as she saw her friend lost in her thoughts. Emmelyn looked up and grinned. “Of course. I feel like he has to be out there, somewhere…”

They arrived at the event and were greeted by some other friends that went to the same classes as her and Maggie. While finding a good spot Emmelyn spotted a young man. He looked different than the men/guys she had seen before and it intrigued her. Made her curious who he was…

thegreatworkofmagic

[rpandrejevna]

Emmelyn looked at the man when he turned around and flashed him a polite smile when he replied how would have a flame for her. She was thankful, because she really wanted to have a cigarette. Emmelyn watched him as he took out a match from the little box and stroke it to lit it for her. A flame appeared and as the man offered it to her, Emmelyn slowly moved closer, her cigarette between her lips.

As soon as the cigarette was lit Emmelyn inhaled immediately and leaned a little backwards. She smiled at the man, before she exhaled the smoke slowly in the air. “Ah, that explains it. What brings you here then, sir? The movie?” Emmelyn asked him, with a playful smile upon her face.

He looked quite interesting, mysterious even and Emmelyn wanted to know more about him…

Emmelyn & Ciaran | The Past...

April 1928, New Orleans| Louisiana| United States of America.

Emmelyn had just celebrated her 26th Birthday with a bunch of dear friends. They laughed, ate and had a good time together. It was nice to have such good friends, who were always there for her. With one of them she really had a special bond; Maggie. She was from the same age and they had been friends since they were little. Emmelyn loved her, as a friend and hoped they would stay friends until they were both grey and old.

There was this event taking place where you could watch a film on a large field with seats and drinks. Like an outdoor cinema. Emmelyn and Maggie decided to go together. They dressed real nice, because you never know who you were going to meet. “Maybe there will be some handsome guys out there, Emmy.” It made Emmelyn laugh, because Maggie was always looking for a handsome guy she could persuade into a relationship. Emmelyn wasn’t that busy with men or guys. She did look at them, flirted with them, but nothing more. She did not know why, but there was something that hold her back. “You’re still waiting for Mr. Right, is it not?” Maggie teased her, as she saw her friend lost in her thoughts. Emmelyn looked up and grinned. “Of course. I feel like he has to be out there, somewhere…”

They arrived at the event and were greeted by some other friends that went to the same classes as her and Maggie. While finding a good spot Emmelyn spotted a young man. He looked different than the men/guys she had seen before and it intrigued her. Made her curious who he was…

thegreatworkofmagic

[rpandrejevna]

Emmelyn looked at Eric; first with disbelieve when he disabled the weapon, before pocketing it. But that soon changed into anger, fury even. “You fucking idiot! Give me the gun. NOW!” She spoke at him, with a voice called as ice and with a look that could’ve killed him. If he was mortal.

“You have absolutely no idea what you’ve done—That gun is mine, Eric Northman! Mine!” Emmelyn said, raising her voice a little. She was not scared of him, not at all. But that gun was the only weaponry that she carried with her, at all times and which meant a lot to her. More than Eric would know…

“Give me the gun. Now.” (Emmelyn to Eric)

STRANGE SENTENCE STARTERS

"No."

Eric replied stubbornly. He expertly disabled the weapon, before pocketing it. He didn't want her to get any ideas and try to use the weapon against him. It wouldn't kill him, but still. He wanted to try and avoid getting any bulletwounds tonight.

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Emmelyn watched him from a distance when she finally spotted the man. She saw how he dropped his cigarette and extinguished the flame with his shoe. Slowly she approached him, a cigarette of her own between her lips. She coughed softly and looked at him.

“Do you have some a fire for me, sir? I am afraid I’ve left mine at my seat.” Emmelyn softly muttered, while looking at him. She slowly moved her cigarette between her index- and middle finger and flashed the man a polite smile. “I believe we haven’t met before, have we? I normally would recognize faces, but I haven’t seen yours here before--”

She wasn’t sure if it was a good move, but she just had to start somewhere, hadn’t she?

Emmelyn & Ciaran | The Past...

April 1928, New Orleans| Louisiana| United States of America.

Emmelyn had just celebrated her 26th Birthday with a bunch of dear friends. They laughed, ate and had a good time together. It was nice to have such good friends, who were always there for her. With one of them she really had a special bond; Maggie. She was from the same age and they had been friends since they were little. Emmelyn loved her, as a friend and hoped they would stay friends until they were both grey and old.

There was this event taking place where you could watch a film on a large field with seats and drinks. Like an outdoor cinema. Emmelyn and Maggie decided to go together. They dressed real nice, because you never know who you were going to meet. “Maybe there will be some handsome guys out there, Emmy.” It made Emmelyn laugh, because Maggie was always looking for a handsome guy she could persuade into a relationship. Emmelyn wasn’t that busy with men or guys. She did look at them, flirted with them, but nothing more. She did not know why, but there was something that hold her back. “You’re still waiting for Mr. Right, is it not?” Maggie teased her, as she saw her friend lost in her thoughts. Emmelyn looked up and grinned. “Of course. I feel like he has to be out there, somewhere…”

They arrived at the event and were greeted by some other friends that went to the same classes as her and Maggie. While finding a good spot Emmelyn spotted a young man. He looked different than the men/guys she had seen before and it intrigued her. Made her curious who he was…

thegreatworkofmagic

[rpandrejevna]

Evelyn had seen those blueprints, had seen the plans, but did not act on it. Nor would she ever act on them. She had seen things like those before, at Eric’s place, but she never mentioned it to him, nor to anyone. She did not wanted to have get between them, but it seems it did either way. And that made her sad, because she really started to feel something more for Eric. More than she wanted to admit.

The meeting with Anthony took an hour and a half and by the time she left she knew he would back her, at all costs. “You are still a huge part of my life, Eve. I owe this position to you, because if you weren’t there—I would not be here anymore. So of course, I will come to your aid and back you. Always.” He told her and she knew he spoke the truth. They had always been honest to each other, about everything. Their bond was stronger than with any of her colleagues, nothing could come between it.

As Evelyn returned back to the other office, she decided to pay a quick visit to the Family Estate, where her parents looked after her four wonderful, enchanting children when mommy was busy; George, Rosalie, Irina and Karl. Evelyn adored, loved and cherished them, every minute of every day. They loved her as well, as they loved their fathers. It just pained Evelyn a little that she had was consumed by work. Luckily they had reached an age where she could just drop them off at her parents and pick them up at the end of the day. If she wasn’t needed.

It made her think about Eric again, because he wanted her attention as well and that made her sad…

rpandrejevna​:

Evelyn looked at the text message she received in return from Eric and sighed. She knew immediately what it meant; that it was over, whatever there was between her. She sighed again, before she turned to her report and finished typing it. After this she made a few phone calls, before leaving her regular office.

She walked to the Head Quarters of New Scotland Yard, where she had a meeting with Chief Commissioner Nicholson. Evelyn needed to see him, needed to have words with him, needed to know how far he would back her. For she had backed him multiple times, even when she almost got herself in serious danger. For Anthony she would go that far. Even for Oleg and she even went that far for Philip. Thinking about those men made her think about Eric again, wondering what he was doing.

“You’re lost in your thoughts…” A male voice muttered, which brought her out of her thoughts indeed. She looked at Anthony and smiled. “Everything alright?” He asked her, while gesturing her to an open elevator. Evelyn just nodded, stepped inside of the carriage with him and together she went to his office…

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It was a good change to focus on something else again, and Eric actually did manage to forget about Evelyn for a long while as he was working on his next job. It looked like an easy one, though one could never really tell until it was over and done with. A rich family, seemingly away on vacation, their mansion left without much protection. A few cameras here and there, nothing special. It wasn’t even a long journey there for the thief, he could finish everything up within twenty-four hours if he wanted to. Preparations didn’t take much time, either.

He closed the laptop and shoved the blueprints back under it, smiling to himself as he remembered the night before and how Evelyn, that damn cop, had been sitting right in front of the plans. They had been there, she could have easily gathered evidence on him if she had paid attention.

With a smile on his face Eric leaned back into the sofa’s cushions - and caught himself thinking of her. Shit. He really needed to do something else. Anything to keep his mind occupied and away from Evelyn; away from the nights they had spent together. The warmth of her body pressed to his. Her fingers so delicately walking over his chin, his cheeks…

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Emmelyn could not help but to look at him, every now and then. He sat there, smoking his cigarette and it just seemed like he did not wanted to be there. He looked so uninterested. She was surprised to see him rise up on his feet and walk away from his seat. Emmelyn just hoped it would still be there when he returned, because an empty seat, was quickly taken.

Maggie called out for her attention and slowly Emmelyn walked over to her, seeing that she was already surrounded by two men. They were handsome, but they both did not rock her boat. She smiled politely at them and introduced herself. Their names were Richard and Arthur and Emmelyn could not help to ask if they were named after two important British historical figures. They both looked clueless and muttered that they did not know what or who Emmelyn meant. It made her roll her eyes, smile politely at Maggie and said she would have a short walk before the movie would start.

Emmelyn just had to find that man and learn more about him. His name, who he was and what he was doing here if he looked so uninterested and bored…

Emmelyn & Ciaran | The Past...

April 1928, New Orleans| Louisiana| United States of America.

Emmelyn had just celebrated her 26th Birthday with a bunch of dear friends. They laughed, ate and had a good time together. It was nice to have such good friends, who were always there for her. With one of them she really had a special bond; Maggie. She was from the same age and they had been friends since they were little. Emmelyn loved her, as a friend and hoped they would stay friends until they were both grey and old.

There was this event taking place where you could watch a film on a large field with seats and drinks. Like an outdoor cinema. Emmelyn and Maggie decided to go together. They dressed real nice, because you never know who you were going to meet. “Maybe there will be some handsome guys out there, Emmy.” It made Emmelyn laugh, because Maggie was always looking for a handsome guy she could persuade into a relationship. Emmelyn wasn’t that busy with men or guys. She did look at them, flirted with them, but nothing more. She did not know why, but there was something that hold her back. “You’re still waiting for Mr. Right, is it not?” Maggie teased her, as she saw her friend lost in her thoughts. Emmelyn looked up and grinned. “Of course. I feel like he has to be out there, somewhere…”

They arrived at the event and were greeted by some other friends that went to the same classes as her and Maggie. While finding a good spot Emmelyn spotted a young man. He looked different than the men/guys she had seen before and it intrigued her. Made her curious who he was…

thegreatworkofmagic

[rpandrejevna]

Evelyn looked at the text message she received in return from Eric and sighed. She knew immediately what it meant; that it was over, whatever there was between her. She sighed again, before she turned to her report and finished typing it. After this she made a few phone calls, before leaving her regular office.

She walked to the Head Quarters of New Scotland Yard, where she had a meeting with Chief Commissioner Nicholson. Evelyn needed to see him, needed to have words with him, needed to know how far he would back her. For she had backed him multiple times, even when she almost got herself in serious danger. For Anthony she would go that far. Even for Oleg and she even went that far for Philip. Thinking about those men made her think about Eric again, wondering what he was doing.

“You’re lost in your thoughts…” A male voice muttered, which brought her out of her thoughts indeed. She looked at Anthony and smiled. “Everything alright?” He asked her, while gesturing her to an open elevator. Evelyn just nodded, stepped inside of the carriage with him and together she went to his office…

rpandrejevna​:

Evelyn felt horrible for leaving him, but she had no other choice. She was needed, at the beats she was usually running. There had been a crime and people, mostly elderly, were in shock because of it. She had to be there for assistance. As soon as she appeared people were happy to see a familiar face and Evelyn did what she was good at; talking with them, putting them at ease, comforting them and taking notes. For perhaps it could include vital information for the Detective Department.

It was six o’clock in the morning and she was still working, this time at the office to make some reports on the notes she made and some phone calls. She heard her private mobile making a sound, letting her know she had a text message. Followed by another one and another one. Slowly she retrieved her phone from her drawer and looked at it. Seeing it was Eric, which surprised her. A soft sigh escaped her lips. She could use a breakfast, but not now.

[text: Eric] I am sorry, but I can’t. [text: Eric] I thought you would not want to see me again… [text: Eric] I can come by after work? I’ll block my agenda until tomorrow. [text: Eric] But… As a police officer, I have to be stand by, in case of an emergency.

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He stared at his phone in disbelief. Of course she didn’t have the time to talk to him. Of course he had to stand back in line and wait until it was convenient enough for her. But no – not, not this time. He wasn’t up for that any longer. As much as he hated doing this because he really had developed feelings for Evelyn; he needed to. For his own sanity.

(text:Evelyn) forget it

The phone was tossed to the side. That was it then. It was over, done with. The only thing concerning him now was that damn file -  he would have to pull some strings, make a few calls. Surely his father knew someone who could take care of it, there were enough people with such skills in the hitman’s circles.

[rpandrejevna]

Evelyn felt horrible for leaving him, but she had no other choice. She was needed, at the beats she was usually running. There had been a crime and people, mostly elderly, were in shock because of it. She had to be there for assistance. As soon as she appeared people were happy to see a familiar face and Evelyn did what she was good at; talking with them, putting them at ease, comforting them and taking notes. For perhaps it could include vital information for the Detective Department.

It was six o’clock in the morning and she was still working, this time at the office to make some reports on the notes she made and some phone calls. She heard her private mobile making a sound, letting her know she had a text message. Followed by another one and another one. Slowly she retrieved her phone from her drawer and looked at it. Seeing it was Eric, which surprised her. A soft sigh escaped her lips. She could use a breakfast, but not now.

[text: Eric] I am sorry, but I can’t. [text: Eric] I thought you would not want to see me again… [text: Eric] I can come by after work? I’ll block my agenda until tomorrow. [text: Eric] But… As a police officer, I have to be stand by, in case of an emergency.

rpandrejevna​:

Evelyn wanted to come clean to Eric, tell him about her, what she knew about him, but realized now that it only made things worse between them. She sighed before she took the call, seeing how Eric looked at her. She saw him thinking and wondered if it was about what she told him just a few seconds ago. Still, she listened to the caller and realized that she was needed; big time.

As soon as she ended the call she saw the dark features on his face and before she could even say anything, Eric was already talking. Evelyn just listened to his tirade and sighed, slowly nodding. He had all reasons to be angry on her and he was right. She was going again, because she had to be at her beat. She had to be there for her service, it could not wait. Slowly she rose up from her seat, grabbing her bag.

“I will not arrest you, Eric. If I wanted, I could have done so many times during our meetings. I could have informed my colleagues I was seeing you. But I did not, because I feel things for you, though I guess that does not matter now.” Evelyn replied, sighing softly. “And clearly the Metropolitan Police has a file of you. I’ve seen it, but I can also make it disappear. You just have to tell me to do so…”

And with those words she turned around and left the apartment again. This time for an unknown time. Evelyn returned to her own apartment at Stanley Crescent, Notting Hill, where she changed into her uniform and rushed to the location where she was needed…

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Teeth gritted, he remained sitting on the sofa and kept his face averted. It didn’t matter what he said, did it? She left anyway, went to her work, and he wasn’t any smarter than before. She could go fuck herself, for all he cared. But hell, he did care about her, even more than he liked to admit – to himself, and to Evelyn.

The door closed and he sighed, letting himself sink back onto the sofa. Although it was late at night – or very early in the morning, depending on how you look at it – he couldn’t fall asleep again, his thoughts always swirling around Evelyn. And that file she had been talking about. Was it just some ploy? Was she onto him and wanted him to confess to her so that they could arrest him? Had she just been playing with him all this time?

Next time Eric glanced at the clock, it was six in the morning, and he stood up despite the tiredness, grabbing his phone. They finally needed to talk – longer than two minutes. (text: Evelyn) can we meet for breakfast (text: Evelyn) without phones (text: Evelyn) we finally gotta talk

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Evelyn wanted to come clean to Eric, tell him about her, what she knew about him, but realized now that it only made things worse between them. She sighed before she took the call, seeing how Eric looked at her. She saw him thinking and wondered if it was about what she told him just a few seconds ago. Still, she listened to the caller and realized that she was needed; big time.

As soon as she ended the call she saw the dark features on his face and before she could even say anything, Eric was already talking. Evelyn just listened to his tirade and sighed, slowly nodding. He had all reasons to be angry on her and he was right. She was going again, because she had to be at her beat. She had to be there for her service, it could not wait. Slowly she rose up from her seat, grabbing her bag.

“I will not arrest you, Eric. If I wanted, I could have done so many times during our meetings. I could have informed my colleagues I was seeing you. But I did not, because I feel things for you, though I guess that does not matter now.” Evelyn replied, sighing softly. “And clearly the Metropolitan Police has a file of you. I’ve seen it, but I can also make it disappear. You just have to tell me to do so…”

And with those words she turned around and left the apartment again. This time for an unknown time. Evelyn returned to her own apartment at Stanley Crescent, Notting Hill, where she changed into her uniform and rushed to the location where she was needed…

rpandrejevna​:

As Eric was almost chocking on his strawberry Evelyn got up and wanted to help him, but he already managed himself. She looked at him, apologetic and sighed softly. Especially when her phone rang again. She looked at her bag, with an irritated look, but she knew she had to answer. She sighed again, realizing that tonight was not a good idea to come…

Evelyn shot her eyes up at Eric when he told her to let the mobile ring, but she knew she could not. Slowly, while looking at Eric, she moved her hand into her bag and retrieved her mobile and saw it was work. The other department. Something had happened—Evelyn sighed when Eric told her he wasn’t doing anything illegal.

“I work for the Metropolitan Police Department, Eric. I know you’re a thief and a very good one. Your file is memorable, really.” Evelyn told him, right before she shook her head when Eric told her to give the phone. She took the call herself, not walking away now. “Superintendent Williams.” She said, while slowly looking at Eric, as she listened to the caller. “Yes, I understand. Will you tell her I will be there as soon as possible. I need to change into my uniform. Alright. Bye.”

Within a few minutes she had hung up the call and looked at Eric once more. “I–” But Evelyn did not know what to say now…

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Their gazes were locked, and a sigh escaped his lips when Evelyn took her phone after all. This was thin ice, he knew, and yet he managed to stay calm. Shit, what else did she know about him, and what was in that file on him? As far as he knew, he had only been the suspect in two break and enter cases in America, and gone to prison for battery once. That hardly stamped him as a professional thief, did it?

He stayed silent when she accepted the call, his features darkening, however. Eric shook his head when she hung up. “Don’t feckin’ ‘pologoise. I don’t want any ‘xcuses or promises anymore. First ye keep secrets from me, ye lie ta me, then ye accuse me’f bein’ a criminal – wha’s next?” A scoff. “Gonna ‘rrest me? For wha’? Somethin’ I done fifteen years ‘go? Ye go’a go now, righ’? Course ye do, ye a’ways do. Then feckin’ go, an’ don’t feckin’ ring me outta bed a’ two in the mornin’ ever ‘gain. No’ for this – no’ for some feckin’ two minutes conversation.”

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As Eric was almost chocking on his strawberry Evelyn got up and wanted to help him, but he already managed himself. She looked at him, apologetic and sighed softly. Especially when her phone rang again. She looked at her bag, with an irritated look, but she knew she had to answer. She sighed again, realizing that tonight was not a good idea to come…

Evelyn shot her eyes up at Eric when he told her to let the mobile ring, but she knew she could not. Slowly, while looking at Eric, she moved her hand into her bag and retrieved her mobile and saw it was work. The other department. Something had happened—Evelyn sighed when Eric told her he wasn’t doing anything illegal.

“I work for the Metropolitan Police Department, Eric. I know you’re a thief and a very good one. Your file is memorable, really.” Evelyn told him, right before she shook her head when Eric told her to give the phone. She took the call herself, not walking away now. “Superintendent Williams.” She said, while slowly looking at Eric, as she listened to the caller. “Yes, I understand. Will you tell her I will be there as soon as possible. I need to change into my uniform. Alright. Bye.”

Within a few minutes she had hung up the call and looked at Eric once more. “I--” But Evelyn did not know what to say now…

rpandrejevna​:

Evelyn was not sure if coming here was a good idea, but she had to try something. She wanted to explain things to him, but had not realized the time. She could see he was not really into the mood for a conversation like this, but still—He let her into his apartment again and so she followed him.

She watched him entering the kitchen, grabbing something to drink and to eat. She walked into the living room and sat down in an arm chair on his other side. She slowly shook her head when he offered her a fork. “I’ve just eaten–” Evelyn muttered, thinking about the discovery they made tonight. Her stomach tumbled for a moment, but she was fine. Yet, she could not eat anything now…

“Eric—I know about your illegal occupation.” Evelyn started, although she wasn’t sure if it was a good thing to start with. For a moment she looked down, before looking up at him, with a soft smile. “I’ve known it since we’ve been seeing each other for a week and—I’ve never mentioned it, because—Well—I don’t care what your profession is. Although I fear that you will see problems when I tell you what mine is.” She muttered softly, taking a deep breath. “For, you see—I’m a D–”

The sound of her mobile interrupted her sentence again and Evelyn let out this sigh. This long deep sigh. She looked at Eric, with a guilty and apologetic look, as her mobile kept on ringing…

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With a shrug of his shoulder he dropped the second fork on the coffee table, then dug into the bowl of fruits with the other. Though he couldn’t even enjoy the first bite, as the strawberry got stuck in his throat when Evelyn suddenly told him about his own profession. He chocked, coughed, then finally managed to get his throat free and swallowed the bite down. Eyes wide, he stared at her. How did she know? And how much did she know?

“I don’t kno–” The phone again. Of course, what else. The fork was dropped into the bowl as he sighed and averted his face. 

“Le’ this feckin’ thing ring,” he hissed, turning back around to Evelyn. “I don’t know wha’ ye’re talkin’ ‘bout, I’m no’ doin’ anything illegal.” That was a lie, of course, but he somehow had to save himself here. “I–fuck’s sake, gimme tha’ bloo’y phone.”

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Evelyn was not sure if coming here was a good idea, but she had to try something. She wanted to explain things to him, but had not realized the time. She could see he was not really into the mood for a conversation like this, but still—He let her into his apartment again and so she followed him.

She watched him entering the kitchen, grabbing something to drink and to eat. She walked into the living room and sat down in an arm chair on his other side. She slowly shook her head when he offered her a fork. “I’ve just eaten--” Evelyn muttered, thinking about the discovery they made tonight. Her stomach tumbled for a moment, but she was fine. Yet, she could not eat anything now…

“Eric—I know about your illegal occupation.” Evelyn started, although she wasn’t sure if it was a good thing to start with. For a moment she looked down, before looking up at him, with a soft smile. “I’ve known it since we’ve been seeing each other for a week and—I’ve never mentioned it, because—Well—I don’t care what your profession is. Although I fear that you will see problems when I tell you what mine is.” She muttered softly, taking a deep breath. “For, you see—I’m a D--”

The sound of her mobile interrupted her sentence again and Evelyn let out this sigh. This long deep sigh. She looked at Eric, with a guilty and apologetic look, as her mobile kept on ringing…

rpandrejevna​:

Evelyn really hated it to leave Eric, like she did every time. Like this. Without actually talking, without actually expressing what they meant for each other. She loved him, she really did. Not like the others, but that was understandable. No one was the same. Each of the men she had spent time with was different and she loved them all very dearly. She did hear Eric mutter those words, before she closed the door of his apartment behind her and sighed.

She rushed, as soon as possible, to the crime scene to assist wherever she could. Boyd was angry on her, for being late. But since she was a good asset to the team he forgave her. Maye also because she had her contacts and way to get things done for the team. Evelyn grinned, thinking about the times where things were completely different. Still—She was glad to be part of this team. To be of service to the Kingdom. It made her happy. Very happy.

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It was late indeed, very late, but Evelyn wanted to return to Eric. To have that talk. To explain him everything. She only hoped it was not too late… She looked up when the door finally opened and heard him rasping those words. Her courage almost sank into the shoes, but she remembered the struggles her family had to go through and looked at Eric, with her head held high.

“I lied, Eric. I never went to any store. I do not even work at a store. I am here now, to explain it all. To end all the secrecy and lies I’ve been trying to hold up for so long. If you will let me…”

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Still blocking the way into his apartment, Eric brought his hand up and rubbed it over his tired eyes. Was he really in the mood to have that conversation now, of all times? Technically, no. But then again, when else would they finally find the time to talk? She was ready to give him an explanation now, so he had to take that chance.

With a sigh he stepped aside, then turned around and went straight into the kitchen where he poured himself a glass of milk. There was still a bowl with cut fruits in the fridge, too, he remembered, and Eric opened it to retrieve it, then got two forks - one for himself, one for Evelyn, if she wanted to eat as well.

“Well then…” He sighed and slumped down on the sofa again, setting the glass down on the coffee table and tossing the blanket over its armrest before he offered Evelyn a fork. “I’m listenin’.”

[rpandrejevna]

Evelyn really hated it to leave Eric, like she did every time. Like this. Without actually talking, without actually expressing what they meant for each other. She loved him, she really did. Not like the others, but that was understandable. No one was the same. Each of the men she had spent time with was different and she loved them all very dearly. She did hear Eric mutter those words, before she closed the door of his apartment behind her and sighed.

She rushed, as soon as possible, to the crime scene to assist wherever she could. Boyd was angry on her, for being late. But since she was a good asset to the team he forgave her. Maye also because she had her contacts and way to get things done for the team. Evelyn grinned, thinking about the times where things were completely different. Still—She was glad to be part of this team. To be of service to the Kingdom. It made her happy. Very happy.

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It was late indeed, very late, but Evelyn wanted to return to Eric. To have that talk. To explain him everything. She only hoped it was not too late… She looked up when the door finally opened and heard him rasping those words. Her courage almost sank into the shoes, but she remembered the struggles her family had to go through and looked at Eric, with her head held high.

“I lied, Eric. I never went to any store. I do not even work at a store. I am here now, to explain it all. To end all the secrecy and lies I’ve been trying to hold up for so long. If you will let me…”

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As soon as she muttered about the store and someone being ill, Evelyn hated herself. For lying to Eric. She looked at him, feeling how the grip on her wrist was still there and sighed softly. She listened to his words and had to do her utmost best to keep a normal profile when he made that suggestion. She would lose her job for it, although—Evelyn thought for a moment, remembering the things she had done. Hopefully Anthony would make sure she would remain in uniform. One way or another, if anything happened.

“I think that will be impossible, Eric. For many reasons.” She replied, trying to get out of his grip, which started to hurt now. Her mobile went off and with a hard pull Evelyn broke free from Eric’s grip, answering the call. “Where the fuck are you?! I thought you would already be at the crime scene!” Her boss scolded at her on the other end of the line. “I’m coming, ten minutes.”

Evelyn hung up and looked at Eric. “Please know that I love you, but I have to go now. Right now. I will explain it all to you, I promise.” She whispered, as she held back some tears. Without even waiting for an answer she grabbed her bag and rushed out of his house. Off to work…

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It was late – very late – when Evelyn returned to Eric’s apartment and rang on his doorbell, hoping he would open up…

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He only let go of her wrist when she was pulling it away, the disappointment written all over his face. Disappointment - and anger. Once again they didn’t talk. Once again she was leaving him alone in his apartment as the little secret he was for her. The thing was - he couldn’t just end it. He had gotten too invested in this relationship (or whatever one could call it) and it was way too late to just step back.

“Righ’…the same promise’s ev’ry toime,” Eric muttered when she left, sinking back into the cushions of his bed.  It was an hour later when he got out and finally did something productive: going running. Some work-out. Then, in the afternoon, he sat in front of his laptop studying blueprints for his next job. It at least brought different kinds of thoughts; away from Evelyn.

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He jolted up when the doorbell rang, glancing around for a moment. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was in his living room, having fallen asleep on the sofa. Though he had no idea what time it was, he figured it was quite late at night.

Eric opened the door and tiredly stared at Evelyn. “Tha’ was a long day a’ the store…” he rasped out.

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Emmelyn & Ciaran | The Past...

April 1928, New Orleans| Louisiana| United States of America.

Emmelyn had just celebrated her 26th Birthday with a bunch of dear friends. They laughed, ate and had a good time together. It was nice to have such good friends, who were always there for her. With one of them she really had a special bond; Maggie. She was from the same age and they had been friends since they were little. Emmelyn loved her, as a friend and hoped they would stay friends until they were both grey and old.

There was this event taking place where you could watch a film on a large field with seats and drinks. Like an outdoor cinema. Emmelyn and Maggie decided to go together. They dressed real nice, because you never know who you were going to meet. “Maybe there will be some handsome guys out there, Emmy.” It made Emmelyn laugh, because Maggie was always looking for a handsome guy she could persuade into a relationship. Emmelyn wasn’t that busy with men or guys. She did look at them, flirted with them, but nothing more. She did not know why, but there was something that hold her back. “You’re still waiting for Mr. Right, is it not?” Maggie teased her, as she saw her friend lost in her thoughts. Emmelyn looked up and grinned. “Of course. I feel like he has to be out there, somewhere…”

They arrived at the event and were greeted by some other friends that went to the same classes as her and Maggie. While finding a good spot Emmelyn spotted a young man. He looked different than the men/guys she had seen before and it intrigued her. Made her curious who he was…

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As soon as she muttered about the store and someone being ill, Evelyn hated herself. For lying to Eric. She looked at him, feeling how the grip on her wrist was still there and sighed softly. She listened to his words and had to do her utmost best to keep a normal profile when he made that suggestion. She would lose her job for it, although—Evelyn thought for a moment, remembering the things she had done. Hopefully Anthony would make sure she would remain in uniform. One way or another, if anything happened.

“I think that will be impossible, Eric. For many reasons.” She replied, trying to get out of his grip, which started to hurt now. Her mobile went off and with a hard pull Evelyn broke free from Eric’s grip, answering the call. “Where the fuck are you?! I thought you would already be at the crime scene!” Her boss scolded at her on the other end of the line. “I’m coming, ten minutes.”

Evelyn hung up and looked at Eric. “Please know that I love you, but I have to go now. Right now. I will explain it all to you, I promise.” She whispered, as she held back some tears. Without even waiting for an answer she grabbed her bag and rushed out of his house. Off to work…

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It was late – very late – when Evelyn returned to Eric’s apartment and rang on his doorbell, hoping he would open up…

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Evelyn hated the sound of her mobile ringing. Hated it that it disturbed this moment. She could feel Eric’s smile through their embrace and it had made her smile, just for a bit. She was always fast, in almost everything, so Eric did not stand a chance in protesting. She answered the call and listened to the message she received. As soon as the call ended she turned and saw Eric sitting with his face buried in his hands.

She was almost dressed – that is how quick she was – when Eric jumped out of bed and grabbed Evelyn by her wrist, stopping her in her movements. She looked up at him and saw the expression on his face and slowly bit her lower lip, while listening to his words. “I know—But someone got ill and I need to fill in her spot at the store. I cannot–” Evelyn started, but she was done lying to him.

“I want to talk, Eric. I really want to. I just— I need to be with my team.” She muttered, keeping her emotions in place. She did not wanted to cry now.

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At the store. He frowned, but the grip on her wrist lasted. Now that he thought about it - why was she lying to him? He had a damn good reason to not tell her the truth, since his job was more than illegal. But Evelyn? It didn’t make sense to him.

“Fuck the store.” He shrugged his shoulders. Well, playing along with the lie, since technically he hadn’t been supposed to listen in on her phone call, after all. She didn’t know he had heard her accepting it.

Pursing his lips for a moment, Eric thought about it. “Or I can come with ye. I mean, who cares if I’m standin’ ‘round a’ tha’ store, eh? If there’s customers, I’mma step ‘soide an’ le’ ye do yer work.” Now she needed a damn good excuse to not let him come with her, he figured.

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Evelyn hated the sound of her mobile ringing. Hated it that it disturbed this moment. She could feel Eric’s smile through their embrace and it had made her smile, just for a bit. She was always fast, in almost everything, so Eric did not stand a chance in protesting. She answered the call and listened to the message she received. As soon as the call ended she turned and saw Eric sitting with his face buried in his hands.

She was almost dressed – that is how quick she was – when Eric jumped out of bed and grabbed Evelyn by her wrist, stopping her in her movements. She looked up at him and saw the expression on his face and slowly bit her lower lip, while listening to his words. “I know—But someone got ill and I need to fill in her spot at the store. I cannot--” Evelyn started, but she was done lying to him.

“I want to talk, Eric. I really want to. I just— I need to be with my team.” She muttered, keeping her emotions in place. She did not wanted to cry now.

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Evelyn looked at Eric’s back when he shifted and sat up again. She already missed his touch and slowly she moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around him. For a moment she thought about his question, about other plans. She could think of loads of other plans he would make if he knew…

Evelyn had carefully hidden her actual life and work from him, worried that if he knew he would use it for his own goals. That things would change between them, though she realized not telling him would change it as well. She watched him silently as he tossed the sheets aside.

The sound of her mobile going off disturbed her thoughts and for a moment she did not wanted to answer. Until she realized what tune it was. Without saying anything she rushed up, retrieved her phone from her bag and answered it, while hurrying to a different room. “DCI Williams…” She whispered, while listening to the caller. She nodded a few times, before ending the call and returning to the other room.

“I—I need to go–” Evelyn muttered, while looking at Eric, with a guilty expression. She immediately started to get dressed, because she had to be somewhere right away. Any time she delayed was lost.

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His eyes closed when he felt her arms around him, the warmth returning to his body. If things could just always be this easy… But of course they weren’t. The smile faded when her phone rang, and Eric wanted to protest, wanted to pull her back into bed with him, but Evelyn was too fast. So all he could do was stare at her back - and listen.

His features fell. DCI Williams. DCI.  The thief closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands for a moment. Fuck.  This wasn’t good. It already wasn’t easy with other people - but with a bloody cop? A thief and a cop? No, that couldn’t work out.

“Evelyn–” He nearly jumped out of bed, grabbing her wrist to stop her from getting dressed. “It’s a’ways loike this. Ev’ry toime we start talkin’, somethin’ ge’s inbetween. We foinally need ta talk.”