#alwayѕ eхpecтed тo вe prιм and proper│Emma Interactions

[astormofagirl]

“It’s midnight. Why am I still here?” ( Michael to Emma

She's wondering the same thing herself in truth. Michael's been spending quite a bit of time with her and at first, Emma thought it was to help her acclimate. But now, she's not quite sure. The redhead has no complaints about it though, she enjoys Michael's company, He's kind to her and he makes the days not sad. Emma offers him a smile and shrugs. "I haven't the slightest idea, but I certainly don't mind it...shall we have a quick drink? The house is so quite your mother must be asleep." She adds.

@tothedevilsshow │Friends-with-Benefits Starters │Accepting

[astormofagirl]

“It’s midnight. Why am I still here?” - jean & emma

she's sitting at her dressing table, dragging her brush through her hair when his words hit her ears. Emma turns slightly, brow lifting, grin pulling at her lips. "Because you simply can't bare the thought of leaving me?" She questions sweetly, her robe shifting with her as she moves to face the mirror again.

"A better question may be, why are you always trying to camper off and leave me hmm?" The question is teasing of course, they both know why these moments are rare, but she can't help tugging at that particular string.

@ofimaginarybeings│Friends-with-Benefits Starters │Accepting

[astormofagirl]

The sun is bright in the sky, a light breeze wafting around the tracks. Emma inhales deeply a breath parting from her lips at the smell of the horses. She imagined most people didn’t enjoy the smell - but she was quite used to it all. Her long hair was braided and set to the side beneath the large hat she wore. Her dress was a pale pink, with black lace around the waist and hem. She stood beside George, small fan in her hand as he spoke to Mr. Mikaelson. Emma had met the man once before at church - the gossips scandalized that he’d bothered to show. It took a moment for the redhead to realize George was talking to her, but when she did, Emma realized he was introducing her to the man in front of her before seeing someone he needed to speak with and telling her he’d be right back. George was always doing that. She chuckled softly, shook her head and then glanced at the man in front of her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Mikaelson - I’m Emma, though I’m sure George has mentioned that. I heard he’s doing a story on you - that must be pretty neat.” Emma offered with a smile.

► @leroiloup​ Plotted Starter

[astormofagirl]

Emma pressed a hand to the top of her hat to keep it from blowing away as she made her way down the cobblestone road toward the Shelby home. It was high time she spoke to someone about Finn missing so much school. The boy was smart, but if he didn’t finish up his education - it would all be for naught. The redhead glanced at the paper in her hand, looking at the number written in chalk before glancing back up at the doors. It didn’t take long for Emma to find the right house and when she did, she paused in front of the door, hand raised to knock. She was fairly new to teaching  - she’d only started about six months back after coming back from tending to the wounded as a nurse. But she was determined to be good at her job and that meant talking to Mr. Shelby. Emma knocked gently, but loud enough to be heard.

@lesviolents​ plotted Starter [ Thomas ]

[astormofagirl]

Emma stands outside the large house, suitcase in hand. It had been a long journey from her parents estate to her godmother’s home. Her long red hair is braided to the side, wisps of hair falling around her face. She’s dressed in a black dress, and matching hat. She wore no makeup and her bright green eyes were rimmed in red. Emma had spent most of the journey with silent tears streaming down her flush cheeks. Her parents were gone and because she’s unmarried it’s only proper that she goes to live with a guardian. A woman she’s scarcely ever met - maybe once or twice as a child. Her parents wealth had been split between her three brothers and herself. And Scarlet - is still back home in the stalls. Emma just hope’s she’ll be able to bring her horse here once she speaks with her godmother. A shaky breath is taken as she steps forward making her way across the pathway leading to the large home. She takes the few stairs one at a time and pauses just outside the door. The redhead raises a hand and knocks twice. There’s no going back now - this will be her new life, whether she wants it or not.

@ofimaginarybeings​ Plotted Starter [ Polly ]

[astormofagirl]

she glances around the small kitchen as she unpacks the groceries. they’re in a new city - new names - new everything really. it’s nerve-wrecking. this is her fault. when the FBI came to her forcing her to help them or go away herself she’d had no choice. but by the time she was supposed to turn Jean in, Emma had already fallen for him. and so, she did the only thing she could do. she told him the truth and they ran. she never thought she’d be a fugitive - it’s a terrifying notion really. but they’re safe for now and she’s trying to focus on that. “Jean,” she called out, “I’m back from the store - got everything on the list. Were you able to get everything set up here?” 

@ofimaginarybeings​ Plotted Starter

[astormofagirl]

her gaze is on the small plastic bag as she steps onto the street, hand digging into it pulling out one of the candies she just bought from the small shop. her long hair is curled and pinned up, a few strands escaping and framing her face. she’s had quiet the couple of days and she just knows Alfie’s proposal is coming soon and it’s sent her into a sour mood she can’t quite shake.  George has taken to bringing her out for brunch and trying to get her out of the house - it’s where she’s coming from now. Her brother needed to chekc in on something for a story or other and said he’d be right back to pick her up, but Emma got tired of waiting.  She’s in the process of popping a piece of candy into her mouth when she nearly smacks into the back-end of a familiar horse. She blinks. “Dandy?” She angles her head to look around the horse spotting it’s owner, face brightening slightly.

► @kingfishcr​  Hit the ❤️ for a starter

[astormofagirl]

“Kill him with your bare hands if you have to.”

green eyes fall shut, blocking out her reflection in the mirror. her palms are gripping the bathroom counter so hard her knuckles are white and there’s some kind of internal relief that fills her when she can no longer see her own reflection. It sounded ridiculous - but shame eats at her and the person she see’s staring back at her isn’t the girl she was - but the person she’s become. and Emma hates that person. A shaky breath parts from her lips, “I’m not going to kill Alfie, Finn. I couldn’t - I…I’ll figure something out. I told you. Let me handle this - everything will be fine.” The words were a broken record really - even she was beginning to question whether or not they were true. “I’m just a bit tired,” she straightened up slowly, finally releasing the edge of the dresser and turning to face him. “Will you just come hold me for a while?” Emma requested softly.

@kingfishcr│Some meme from here│No Longer Accepting

[astormofagirl]

“ by the way, are you on instagram? i can give you my username, if you want.“

Emma glanced up from her phone, amusement dancing in her green eyes. "Isn't everyone on Instagram?" She questioned, tone teasing as she studied him a moment before pulling up the app on her phone. "FreckledSass," she offered glancing up at him again once she had the search bar in insagram open. "That's mine...go on then, what's yours?"

[astormofagirl]

“ who do you think calls the shots here? “

A soft, amused chuckle slips from between the redheads lips, green eyes bright with humor. "Hmm, I think we both know the answer to this question darling, there's no need to voice it. Unless of course you wish me to?" She questioned, lashes fluttering as she closed the distance between them and slid her arms around his neck, grin still on her lips.

[astormofagirl]

Emma was sitting on the front porch reading a book of poetry when she heard the gate creak open. The redhead lifts her gaze, a hint of curiosity coloring her features as she drops her legs and closes her book gently. “Hi there,” she tilts her head to the side. “You’re one of Charlie’s friends from the military aren’t you?”

@dissolvedshadows  Hit the 💗 for a starter

[astormofagirl]

He couldn’t help the small twitch that played at his lips at her annoyance with him. It was cute, even if a little annoying in itself. To see her dressed to the nines as always, but to act a hardass was amusing. But she had learned that was how to deal with him. Stand your ground and don’t show weakness. Because he would give in. Especially to her.

But he heaved a deep sigh and stood his ground too. “I know what Doc said. And I’m not doing anything strenuous, mo bhanríon. I’ve got horses to take care of. They can’t stable themselves or” — he held up the halter — “put their halters on themselves.”

He knew it was a shallow argument, but it was all he had. But, she had already pulled his first name out twice, and if she had to a third time, things would get ugly. And if he was being honest, which he wouldn’t be in this instance, he was in a lot of discomfort, and short of breath. He knew he should go back inside and lay about, but now that he was cornered, he didn’t want to lose his authority.

“Just… give me ten minutes to get the horses put up?” He asked very politely. Horses. The whole reason he was in this mess. [ Continued from X ]  || @kingfishcr​

She crossed her arms over her chest, the lace on the collar of her dress creasing with the movement. Her expression softened somewhat as she listened to him speak, nodding her head along as if she completely understood what he was saying - which of course she did - a soft hum given. “So you just want to stable them and put their halters on then?” She questioned reasonably, tone light - innocent as she took a step toward him making sure to avoid getting any muck on her heels.

Emma blinked up at him, “Well that seem reasonable now doesn’t it? ” — she arched an eyebrow at him in silent contemplation, but she spoke again before he could answer  — “Would you like to hear something else I fell is quite reasonable?”

She took another step closer to him, voice lowering just a bit. “If you lay one finger on these horses instead of making your way back to bed where you should be until you’ve healed up - horses will be the only thing you’re touching for quite some time. Now get and do not make me repeat myself again or so help me.” Emma added sternly.

He would not get the upper hand in this. His well being was what mattered to her and him doing work on the damn horses before he was healed would only make it worse and then he’d be stuck like this longer and Emma was sure she’d lose her damn mind with all his antics and whining. “I will...handle the horses.” and by that she meant she’d call Mason and ask if he didn’t mind seeing to the horses until Finn was put right again.

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