incendonocturne
A Land Unreachable, with Stone Walls.
- Joined
- May 30, 2018
- Location
- Purgatory
-this time, she did jump a little in her seat at the swat to her hand. So wrapped up in the veiled but seething attention that was focused on Christinith that she hadn’t expected it. No sound escaped her at the swat, just the tiniest of jerks and her attention turned, blinking at Emery for just a second before the crimson heart of her lips blossomed into an amused smile, a chuckle escaping her before she teasingly let her fingers crawl against the back of his hand briefly.
Being a virgin, the implication of his words, whether he’d intended them that way or not, brought a faint blush to her porcelain cheeks. However, the less virtuous part of her cast a soft smirk in his direction as she glanced sidelong at Emery when he mentioned cleaning the cobwebs from all the nooks and crannies of her. That tickle of her earlier fantasy playing at the corners of her thoughts. Her sister would be mortified.-
“You’d be the only one allowed.”
-she dropped a soft wink before turning toward her plate. Unrolling her own napkin and setting it in her lap as her father drew Emery’s attention. She listened as she ate, glancing every so often about the table at the others, though most of her attention belonged to Emery. Listening intently as he spoke of Jekyll and Hide. Though she had read it, it was a first edition book she had yet to acquire, and she was fascinated, hearing Emery speak of watching it at the cinema.
Hearing him pose the request to take her to see it, the smile that began forming grew wider still as her father acquiesced. Despite the notable reluctance in his tone, she flashed her father a bright, excited smile across the table. Clearly happy that he’d agreed.
The smile faltered, dimming as she turned narrowed eyes on Christinith. Her dork softly clicking against the plate as she glared at her sister.-
“Oh stuff it, Chrissy. Father already agreed.”
-Prue huffed lightly, in that brief sound, sounding quite like her father. Though her sister wasn’t looking at her, she could see that look in her eyes, enjoying the fact that she’d gotten such a response from Prudence. She bit back the urge to continue, instead, as gracefully as possible shoving another bite of fish between her lips, not wanting to give her anymore satisfaction than she already had. She continued to quietly eat, listening to the exchange between Emery and her sister, idly wishing some deadly mishap, a trip down the stairs perhaps of her darling sister. A broken neck, yes that would work, though hopefully after several moments of bone shattering pain during her stumble.
She caught Adelaide’s raised hand from the corner of her eye and she was turning to address her father and agree that of it was an issue, one of her sisters, preferably Addie and her own beau would be more than welcome to accompany them.
Christinith’s stinging words brought her head whipping back in the eldest sisters direction. Dark eyes blinking before shooting daggers at her. In the brief silent pause, Prue turned back to her father and spoke.-
“Adelaide and Desmond could accompany me, if it’s an issue, Father.”
-her expression quite clear that if accompaniment was required, Addie and Desmond were by far preferred. Also quite present in her expression was the fact that if Christinith’s mouth got her chance to leave this house for a week, the chance to be with Emery for an entire week and away from this nightmare of her life inside this home, revoked...she would likely launch across the table at her pedantic sister and pluck her eyeball out with her fork.
Once the conversation started again, she faded into silence and Emery was the most important thing to her, if no one else. She was reaching a hand toward him, preparing to apologize for her bitch of a sister. His whispered words stalled her, drawing a soft smile across her lips once again. Her sister and everything around them pushed to the back of her thoughts.-
“And what exactly is ‘the word’ I’d need to say? Choose wisely, make sure it’s something you won’t ever get tired of hearing.”
-she grinned cutely as her hand came to rest against his arm. Though, despite her levity, it was evident she was straining not to lash out at the dinner table at Christinith, not completely.-
Being a virgin, the implication of his words, whether he’d intended them that way or not, brought a faint blush to her porcelain cheeks. However, the less virtuous part of her cast a soft smirk in his direction as she glanced sidelong at Emery when he mentioned cleaning the cobwebs from all the nooks and crannies of her. That tickle of her earlier fantasy playing at the corners of her thoughts. Her sister would be mortified.-
“You’d be the only one allowed.”
-she dropped a soft wink before turning toward her plate. Unrolling her own napkin and setting it in her lap as her father drew Emery’s attention. She listened as she ate, glancing every so often about the table at the others, though most of her attention belonged to Emery. Listening intently as he spoke of Jekyll and Hide. Though she had read it, it was a first edition book she had yet to acquire, and she was fascinated, hearing Emery speak of watching it at the cinema.
Hearing him pose the request to take her to see it, the smile that began forming grew wider still as her father acquiesced. Despite the notable reluctance in his tone, she flashed her father a bright, excited smile across the table. Clearly happy that he’d agreed.
The smile faltered, dimming as she turned narrowed eyes on Christinith. Her dork softly clicking against the plate as she glared at her sister.-
“Oh stuff it, Chrissy. Father already agreed.”
-Prue huffed lightly, in that brief sound, sounding quite like her father. Though her sister wasn’t looking at her, she could see that look in her eyes, enjoying the fact that she’d gotten such a response from Prudence. She bit back the urge to continue, instead, as gracefully as possible shoving another bite of fish between her lips, not wanting to give her anymore satisfaction than she already had. She continued to quietly eat, listening to the exchange between Emery and her sister, idly wishing some deadly mishap, a trip down the stairs perhaps of her darling sister. A broken neck, yes that would work, though hopefully after several moments of bone shattering pain during her stumble.
She caught Adelaide’s raised hand from the corner of her eye and she was turning to address her father and agree that of it was an issue, one of her sisters, preferably Addie and her own beau would be more than welcome to accompany them.
Christinith’s stinging words brought her head whipping back in the eldest sisters direction. Dark eyes blinking before shooting daggers at her. In the brief silent pause, Prue turned back to her father and spoke.-
“Adelaide and Desmond could accompany me, if it’s an issue, Father.”
-her expression quite clear that if accompaniment was required, Addie and Desmond were by far preferred. Also quite present in her expression was the fact that if Christinith’s mouth got her chance to leave this house for a week, the chance to be with Emery for an entire week and away from this nightmare of her life inside this home, revoked...she would likely launch across the table at her pedantic sister and pluck her eyeball out with her fork.
Once the conversation started again, she faded into silence and Emery was the most important thing to her, if no one else. She was reaching a hand toward him, preparing to apologize for her bitch of a sister. His whispered words stalled her, drawing a soft smile across her lips once again. Her sister and everything around them pushed to the back of her thoughts.-
“And what exactly is ‘the word’ I’d need to say? Choose wisely, make sure it’s something you won’t ever get tired of hearing.”
-she grinned cutely as her hand came to rest against his arm. Though, despite her levity, it was evident she was straining not to lash out at the dinner table at Christinith, not completely.-