#ofimaginarybeings; polly

[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 ]

[tothedevilsshowclosed]

courtesy? a move made in the chess game that they’ve all been in since he’s gotten back? or actual concern? he wasn’t sure which really. there were something stirring someplace buried in him when he sat here in the room with her. he had seen her at her lows. trying to get through to her, after they had been a few steps from the noose. they both had healed from all that in their own ways, together, apart, somehow they were still standing and she was still standing with tommy until now. or so he had heard. he had heard about her resignation just before aberama had gotten killed. and there’s a part of him that wants to say that she should’ve gotten that nice house, that retirement, happy with a man that would love her. was it an offer? or was it something that he had hoped for her? for a long time now he has felt a bit of a tug of war inside of him. of all the things he wanted and what he may or may not feel? the two could never be one in the same. and he thought that he was stronger with that separation. better for it. 

he pours a drink. this time one for her, too. and his eyes linger on her, studying her a moment.  his free hand digging for his cigarettes in his pocket but once he has the case he doesn’t light one or offer it to her. the last time they had been alone together she had slapped his face and walked away. the baby was due soon. gina was talking about america. and he was thinking it. did that mean he wanted her around? he sets the case down. traces the outline of the gold. but his eyes don’t leave her. what’s going through her mind now? would aberama’s death make her change her mind? what does that thought say about him? how the urge to ask it is just as strong as the urge to reach over and tell her something soft, assuring. touch her hand the way a son would. only there’s more lost time than gained between them. when he thinks mother her face blurs with  rosemary’s,with that god forsaken village he couldn’t leave fast enough. he opens his cigarette case. “i heard what happened.” and there’s an edge to his voice, the quiet tone can’t shake it entirely as he taps the cigarette against the case. 

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[tothedevilsshowclosed]

they had warned him that the subject of the painting wouldn’t want to come. something about association, something about everything that he didn’t let deter him. the first time he had seen it something inside of him stirred, like a longing. terrible, wasn’t it? the feeling. one that he had long avoided. because you always got let down. and he felt like he had been let down one too many times.but he allowed himself this one more chance at expectation, even if he went about it as if it were something of a demand. he preferred an outward show of taking whatever he wanted. but somehow when he had met her things were different. like a shift in the atmosphere. something that he could feel turning inside of him. he knew what he wanted but somehow it didn’t fall in place like that. upon being alone with her for the first time he found himself to be entirely at her mercy. 

it had been some time since that day though. and he had thought that things would change. he had thought that it would turn out how it had so many times for him before. but here he is now, in some hotel suite, dressing. his eyes can’t seem to leave her until he has to look away. he stares down at his hands. and he finds that he wants to ask her something but he’s not sure how. the whole world seems to always be watching him and he wonders what this affair might mean to the world out there. that word though, that was her word for it. and he has to admit that it gave him a stupid sort of rush. but there were moments like this that seemed to leave him wanting more. “the holidays are coming and they’re especially busy, aren’t they?” he says it a little absently as if the thought only occurred to him then. “would you spend christmas with me?” and he can imagine his father’s reaction, his mother’s, too. but it doesn’t deter him. something new for him. he’s not entirely sure what propels him to such boldness but he feels it’d be impossible to back down. 

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