Emilia Kavanagh-Anders (becauseimwrong) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-01-24 00:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-02, emilia, nysa |
sing to me i know you're there
Who: Emilia and Nysa
Where: UofM campus --> restaurant
When: Evening
“Get back in this house right now or so help me I’ll-” What exactly Doran thought he was going to do got cut off as the garage door slammed in his face. Emilia flinched a little at the realization that she had done that all the way from her car, but nowhere near as much as she would have a year ago. She may not have been able to openly support the Light of May, but it was still working its way to make her… different. More open and less willing to back down when someone looked at her in disbelief. As she was sure Doran would be if he could see her. But she had shut that door very firmly and he was not going to be able to get it open until she was down the drive. Which was the whole point. He was not chasing her, she was not listening and… they had played this all out before. This time he had really just succeeded in pushing a big, huge button marked “FUCK OFF” when he had smirked at her as she came out of the bathroom and shook a bottle of full pills at her. They had been empty. She had let the prescription run out on purpose. How dare-
“Calm down,” she told herself when she noticed that the backpack she had slung into the passenger seat was starting to levitate. The last thing that she needed to do was cause an accident on her way to pick Nysa up. A quick glance at the watch she was never without told her that the blonde should be home from work by now so she backed up and turned, fingers drumming as she headed over.
Roughly an hour later she was making her way through the very familiar halls of the building at UofM where Nysa worked. She figured that she had spent enough time making the hanger-on uncomfortable – although she hid it very well, Emilia would have almost believed the façade if not for the little things she kept doing over and over again with the added thought of ‘Nysa will be back soon’ – and besides, the reservation was for seven o’clock. She may have been dressed but she had a feeling Nysa might want to change. Though she looks stunning. Emilia stopped well short of where the woman she had come to see was sitting and tilted her head a little, smiling. She had always said that Nysa looked her best when she was totally engrossed in what she was doing and that usually meant a book was involved. Or me, once. A familiar pang echoed in her heart and went almost ignored. Though… that pang could be blamed for the shift in her attitude. At first she had just meant to invite her to dinner and mention that she was staying after, maybe even get through the night without raving, but… the smile slipped off her face and the heels of her boots clicked hard against the floor as she came up to the desk and dropped the backpack on it. It had become a symbol, really, over the years.
“He refilled my prescriptions.” Emilia chewed at her lower lip. It was a terrible habit that she had been trying to break herself of for years. “Shook them at me and smirked about it. These are the worst ones! It’s taken me months to get adjusted enough just so that I can drive, Nysa!” What she did not say, what she did not have to say, was that they both knew the only reason she ever had them in her system was because Doran put them there. Crushed up in her dinner was the nice way and forced down her throat was the most unpleasant and common. The books on the table started to shake, one actually beginning to lift up. “I won’t take them. I’m done.” She dropped down into the chair next to the blonde, propping her chin in her hand, a suddenly mischievous smile on her face. That could happen with her, the sudden mood swing, and could be disconcerting with those unused to it. “Did I ever tell you that you’re adorable with your nose in a book?”