#( émilie points at maggie: stop stop it now )

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@simulcrae​ . " next time i have an idea like that, punch me in the face. " to em from maggie  . from one of these memes // dark tower . accepting  

   “God that would be a full time job, Maggie.” Émilie sighs, looking over from her bool to look at Maggie who was, in turn, looking still towards the end of the room where Abel was busy reading some old-looking letters. Whatever it was, they were too far away from him being able to hear anything other than whispering from the two. He looked tired but he always did look tired these days, if he was in the open, common room of their family house then it meant that he didn’t want to rest so why were they whispering?! “Your mouth literally knows no filter,” Émilie continues, whispering, leaning now in Maggie’s direction with a half smile, lifting her right hand and fist “What hope can my flimsy fist do against that?“

She snorts, leaning back into her books sparing her brother and Maggie but a small moment. It was almost hilarious the way that what Émilie had thought to be a long dead childhood crush seemed to have returned with a vengeance. Truthfully, Émilie didn’t want to get involved, or at least get as little involved, if nothing else she hoped that Maggie could fully understand that talking about death in any capacity in their home for right now was not going to be a good idea. Glancing up again, Émilie narrows her eyes at her friend.

   “Look at me.” her hand snatches Maggie’s face, turning it from the other side of the room to have her look at Émilie in the eyes. Émilie who was squinting deep into the other’s doe eyes like she was about to carve into them “I can almost see those tiny devilish cogs working on another stupid idea. Don’t-“