Emily Miliona (darkfacade) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-06-23 12:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, !playerplot: silent cries, cormac hier, emily miliona |
log: unlocking secrets;
Who: Cormac Hier & Emily Miliona
NPCs: —
Where: Cormac's home.
When: Today!
What: Emily needs help breaking a code and finally comes to Cormac to see if he knows anyone.
Rating: PG-13, ish.
Status: Complete
Upon returning from the monastery, true to her word, Genevieve provided Emily with a number of documents from her father's study. Her father, being a smart man, knew how to keep eyes who werent meant to see these papers from understanding what was written. It was some sort of cipher and despite Emily's best efforts, and hours poured over the pages in secret, she couldn't break it. The numbers, oh, the numbers made sense, but everything else didn't. That troubled her, because she was so sure she had something damning and yet she couldn't figure out how it was. Her father didn't seem to notice they were gone, and if he did, he certainly showed no signs of it. Emily had thrown a small bonus in for whoever did the job. If no alarms or investigations were made, that meant it was likely her father thought he misplaced those papers. Days passed into weeks and Emily knew that one more, she was going to require the help of another person. She thought about contacting Genevieve again, but she held back. She didn't want to involve Cormac in this, but she realized that with the amount of people that went in and out of his clinic, he might be aware of a cryptographer. She sent word that she wanted to see him, alone, about something. Alone meant that Ridley shouldn't be there. The last thing she needed was his assistant with the perfect memory to know things she shouldn't. Emily arrived at Cormac's home with the documents with her. She carried them on her at all times but in secret. As she entered his home, she greeted him with a kiss, "Are we alone?" Cormac took his fiancee in his arms and returned her kiss. “Yes, we’re alone,” he said looking over his shoulder as if to make sure. He then pulled her closer, getting a bit more comfortable, clearly expecting a completely different reason for the visit, especially if they were to be alone. “Whole place to ourselves, although I’d suggest moving to the bedroom in case she’s forgotten anything,” he advised. His hand was already working itself along the seams of her clothes looking for buttons or latches. Anything that could him remove the pesky barriers between him and her body. Emily realized her mistake when Cormac didn't answer with a question but instead drew closer. They had the whole place to themselves, and that was fortuitous for a number of things, though she knew that Cormac would find himself disappointed when she got to why she wanted to make sure they were alone. She felt a laugh curl into the bottom of her throat and then find its escape, "Cormac, no. Hold a moment, I wanted to speak with you." She took his hands and pulled them away from where he was already making quick work of the buttons that made up the back of her dress. Emily found it fascinating that it took her servants twice the time to do what he'd managed in a few seconds. Cormac had been removing clothes from various women in various states of dress ever since Emily had left. To say he came back to a much more experienced man was an understatement. There were things he'd been wary to try with her, but experimented and found what it was she liked and what she didn't. She didn't seem bothered by it, which was nice. It meant that all the money spent on women to distract him through the night was money well spent. He was about to make use of some of the education he'd acquired when her hands removed his from their task and she told him to wait. She wanted to talk. "We can't do both?" Emily let out a small laugh, "I want you to pay attention to what I'm saying. It hopefully take long. And then . . . " she leaned forward to press a kiss on the corner of his jaw, "We'll take advantage of the empty house." She moved away, grateful he hadn't gotten too far in her disrobing to require her attempting to try to put herself back together. "I need your help," she said, "but before I explain what it is, I just need you to know that it's for us. For you and me. It's something that will make life much easier for the two of us." Because what really stood in the way before Emily, Cormac, and an easier future were her parents. That was the simplest explanation of what it was, but there were always multiple layers of complexities that made it much less noble as originally phrased. Cormac let out a sigh of disappointment. It wasn’t a sound he made often. It was usually simple irritation, but he let her move away from him and just went to sit down. She’d explain her scheme, whatever it was, and then they’d get to the fun things, hopefully. Scheming had never been a thing Cormac was into. He preferred his life to stay simple, but he loved her, so there was little choice in the matter. Well, there was choice, but it took far too much effort. Cormac was not an ambitious man by any means. “What do you need?” he said, the irritation now seeping into his expression. He wasn’t irritated at her. He would just rather do other things. When she tried to explain it was for them, he just repeated the question. “What do you need?” "I have in my possession documents that could be the complete ruin of my father," she said and her tongue licked the back of her teeth absently before finishing, "Or they could be nothing at all. I know they more than likely represent large sums of money, and they are moving in and out. The sort of money that my father shouldn't be making unless he is very lucky when it comes to his business ventures." There it was, and Cormac really shouldn't be all that surprised. Only he should be. Emily did what she could not to involve him in these affairs and here she was telling him what she had and it implied what she intended. "I can't break the code," she admitted though it appeared to be said with some irritation, "Whatever—code he is using, I can't get past it without letting him know I'm onto him or have something of his he doesn't want me to have." She went on before he could speak, "I know you know people, Cormac. I'm not blind to your gambling habits. But those are the sort of people who might be smart enough to get this done." She was aware of his gambling, but she didn't stop him because she knew he needed outlets and he seemed to enjoy them. Though, she didn't know who he gambled with. Cormac nearly rolled his eyes when she mentioned his gambling habit. He knew she’d ran into Cian the one time, and he often snuck off to partake in the vice that was the high stake’s group and the ring. He didn’t think she’d mind as she’d never brought it up. He’d stopped, dead, in visiting whores, although he thought of them once in a while. It wasn’t something that had to do with Emily not providing anything. She provided a lot. It was just a different experience that he was now not experiencing. Also, it wouldn’t make them getting married any easier. Apparently, this whole thing she was explaining now would. “Codebreaker. Right.” He would need someone discreet. If Cian was anything, it was that. “Sure, I can ask. Is that it?” He was actually surprised she hadn’t tried to sway a scholar into breaking the code for her. Mages had been deciphering ancient texts forever, breaking the codes of the symbols and putting together lore and recovering ancient spells. Emily wasn't sure what else there was to ask except maybe, "Preferably someone who isn't going to come up and take this public that they were involved. But that's it." And more importantly, who shared the information with them. Cormac probably had no idea how much Emily didn't want him tangled in this, and he might not care. But she wanted to make sure that her family couldn't touch him after everything was all said and done. She wanted to strip them of everything and leave them with nothing but public shame. She stood from where she sat and then went to sit upon his lap. Emily kissed her fiancée and then whispered in his ear as her fingers undid the top buttons of his shirt, "And now that we're done with that . . . " She smiled against his jaw before placing a kiss at the corner. Cormac wasn’t really in the mood anymore, rejected and forced to talk business, but when Emily had slipped into his lap. She was undoing the buttons of his shirt, and his arms instinctively wrapped around her waist trapping her. “I’ll get your codes all broken discreetly, Ems,” he murmured before turning his head to catch her lips when she came in for a second pass. A hand slipped into her hair, gently gripping the strands at the base of her neck as he pulled her in for a deeper kiss. This was much preferable than talking about destroying people, no matter how convenient. She’d got his brain all working, which wasn’t good for focusing, because it was yet another favor, or service he’d have to request from Cian. He tried to brush the thought from his mind as his hands sought the familiar curves of her body. He let the sounds that were elicited by his touch draw him far away from the thought of work. |