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Log: Visiting Hours
Characters: Emma Frost & Dominikos Petrakis
NPCs: Unnamed Guards
Location: MDC, Visitor’s Block
Timeline: 19 August 2013, 17:35
Description: Visiting Hours, Emma braves the MDC.
Rating: PG-13
Emma loathed places like this, not that she had been to many in her life. They were clinical and filled with desperate thoughts mingled with prejudice and judgement. She didn't want to think about how many other hands had touched that headset, how many other peoples' hands had been pressed against the glass that would separate her and Dominik - if they even allowed him to see her, how many people had been sat in these chairs. She didn't know if the facility had been built specifically for the detention of mutants, she didn't much care; she still didn't want to touch anything. The thought made anger bubble and twist in her stomach, churn in the core of her very being. How dare they treat mutants like this. She had felt the eyes of the guards raking over her as she had entered, how they had taken a particular amount of joy from getting to pat her down in an entirely unnecessary body search and how they had stroked those disgusting fingers through her bag as if they had an entitlement to do so.
Ugh. She hated humanity as a whole half the time. This place was doing little to change that.
The clock had just ticked five thirty five. That meant visiting hours had started five minutes ago and Emma was already feeling impatient to see Dominik. She knew that they would have to go and get him, probably have him chained like a dog, muzzled somehow otherwise his abilities would have torn this place asunder in a matter of seconds. She knew she could probably break him out, it wouldn't take a lot of manipulation to get the guard to just release him, wouldn't take too much effort for her to get them both out of there but then Dominik had a noble streak that would mean he wouldn't leave that Christy girl behind. And if anyone else was in there, she supposed that he would have an issue leaving men behind. She wet her lower lip and lifted her chin as she sat down in the uncomfortable plastic seat.
Her hair was loose today, spilling over her shoulders and curled at the ends, crystal blue eyes filled with her barely concealed anger at the presence she didn't have to be a psychic to feel just behind her, monitoring her. The glass was dirty, smudged and she wondered if anyone else had been here before her (she was woman enough to admit that the idea of someone - anyone - beating her to being the first person to visit Dominik caused her to feel an ire she couldn't explain), or if they just never bothered cleaning. She lifted the handset and cleaned it with a wipe that she had pulled from her bag.
"Don't worry," she told the guard, "It isn't as if it's acidic. I hate the idea of putting someone else's sweaty ear residue all over my own." Her voice was cold and icy as she cleaned the handset. She didn't need it, not really, why would she when she could just reach into the mind of whomever she wanted to talk to? Her teeth caught a painted lower lip - she had sort of made an effort to look a little better than normal for Dominik - as she waited for him to be brought to her.
Dominik had sort of last track as to how long he’d been in the hands of the prison guards, but he knew it had been long enough for him to become accustomed to their ways, even if those ways involved looping metal cuffs around his wrists and tightening them just a little too much as though they wanted the Avalanche to know that they had all the power and there wasn’t anything he could do. His time in the prison had been spent doing the ridiculous work they’d set up for the mutants, ranging from laundry to stamping license plates. There were other mutants there with them, others that had been grabbed by the authorities and subjected to the same processing and questioning as Dominik and Petra.
It disturbed him to know that the arrests weren’t stopping and if anything they were escalating, causing the Greek some considerable concern that there was a bigger picture at work.
Clad in his orange jumpsuit with his inhibitor collar and wrists firmly secured he was escorted through the prison, an armed guard at his back. With a “helpful” nudge Dominik stumbled through into the visitor’s section and he was told which booth was his and escorted there under strict orders that his hands were to remain visible at all times and no funny business. Dominik rounded on the booth before his eyes widened at the sight of Emma who quite frankly didn’t look at all like she belonged, but before he had a chance to say or do anything he was being forcibly sat in the chair with the cuffs remaining in place so it was awkward, but Dominik was able to lift the handset to his ear. Touching the glass might prove more difficult though.
He was still and quiet for a moment as he just looked at Emma, soaking in the sight of her and how she symbolised that the rest of the world was still out there, ticking over like clockwork. Dominik reached for the handset and brought it to his ear, grey eyes locking onto Emma’s. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Now,” Emma said, having lifted the handset on her own side of the glass to her ear, “Is that any way to greet a friend?” She tilted her head a little, looking at him. His hair was awry, not held back by gel the same way it normally was, and he looked a little gaunt, but perhaps that was just the orange jumpsuit. He filled it out well, it clung to him sinfully but she was bothered by it, the vision of him as a criminal disturbed her to her very core. “It’s ridiculous that you still look- that you still look as wonderful as ever in orange. Nobody should ever look that good in orange.” She was teasing him, the slight upward curve of her lips doing nothing to shake the anger mixed with sadness in her eyes, though. She shook her head a little, fingertips brushing the glass like she wanted to move those strands of hair from where they were resting against his forehead.
She sighed. “Why shouldn’t I have come to visit you?” she asked, “Dominik, I wanted to see you.” She supposed he was worried about her getting arrested? She wasn’t. She dared them to try and lay a hand on her. If they tried, she would make them rue the day they were born.
Dominik snorted a little at Emma’s teasing, hyper aware of how he looked and most especially the collar. It chafed, impossible not to considering it was made of metal and pressed up close with skin, skin that was by the very nature of it all too easily broken. “Because it’s dangerous,” Dominik answered as he looked at her. “And just because they’ve let you in what’s the guarantee that they’re going to let you out again?”
He shifted in the chair and adjusted the way the hand rest was sitting in his hand. “How are things? Outside of here?” He thought of the people he knew, hoped that they had avoided this fate, but then he hadn’t seen them so he was hoping that meant that people like Jimmy, Remy, Rogue were all safe somewhere and not in danger.
“On what grounds would they keep me here?” Emma asked, eyes meeting his as she finished, “They can’t arrest me without a charge, and believe you me, darling, if they even tried, I would have them on their knees in a heartbeat.” Emma Frost was not in the mood to be trifled with, especially not by guards in a place like this. She pressed her lips together. “Don’t worry about me, Dominik, you should be worrying about yourself more.”
Her hand lifted, touching her throat over where Dominik’s collar was sitting. That must be the ‘control measures’ that had been implemented. That must have been the muzzle that was stopping Dominik and Petra and whoever else had been arrested, the other mutants, from destroying this place with their powers. It was disgusting.
“You haven’t missed much. School starts again soon, not that you’re heartbroken to be missing that, I’m sure. We have been keeping to ourselves and keeping busy. Staying out of trouble, as it were.” Emma wet her lower lip again. “Though your absence is being keenly felt. I find myself missing you at the strangest of times.”
“I don’t think they care all that much,” Dominik answered with a shake of his head and then as Emma spoke directly to his mind his eyes flicked up to watch her blue ones carefully, lips twitching in the corners ever so slightly. “Good to know, Emma.” At this moment in time Dominik didn’t even think he’d feel a twinge of guilt if he watched the psychic bring those guards to their knees. “Well not much can happen to me here, Emma. Lots can happen out there, to you and everybody else I care about.”
He pushed a hand through his hair and those same fingers tightened for a moment before he ignored the odd sensation he had to try and rip the cuffs off, test his strength. Thankfully it was easily ignored and a rough chuckle broke out of his chest and escaped his mouth. “Missing me, huh? Well that’s good to know.”
Dominik leaned forward and folded an arm over the small ledge before he sought Emma’s gaze with his own. “It’s good to see you.” And it was, reminded him that there was still life outside of the prison walls.
“It’s good to see you too,” Emma murmured into the handset, reaching out with her mind and mentally giving Dominik the sensation of a hand - her hand - curling around his, thumb brushing over the curve of his wrist. “Things aren’t the same with you trapped in here. We had a date.” She pouted, though she didn’t mean it really; it wasn’t his fault that bigoted assholes and biased police had it in for the mutant population, that the government were desperate to push this registration act.
“Are they treating you right? What is that thing around your neck?”
Dominik felt the intended touch as if it was Emma’s hand and he exhaled a breath he hadn’t been aware of holding, shoulders lifting and gaze flicking upwards. “I know, I was going to pay you back for listening. Promised you the 15th, I know.”
“As well as can be expected. We’re pretty much escorted everywhere we go and they aren’t too fond of us.” Her question about the collar drew about a surge of anger and disgust that could easily be felt by any second rate psychic let alone Emma Frost. “They called it a collar, something about it means I can’t access my powers.”
“You did,” Emma said with a sigh, “I’m very upset that we weren’t able to go out. I’d still like to take you up on that, though. When you get out of here.” She didn’t withdraw the psychic touch, able to see the impact that it had on him. If anything, it shifted, the sensation of fingers interlinking with his and squeezing gently. Her fingers - her real fingers - moved slightly as if the touch was something she could feel too.
“That’s disgusting,” Emma replied psychically, her own anger rippling towards Dominik’s mind at the way he was being treated. “How dare they treat you like this. Who- This is appalling. Dominik- don’t- one of the things they will be looking to do is break you. Make you believe that you deserve this and that that collar represents something that it doesn’t. It does not represent that you are less than human. If anything, you are better than them. Do not let this place get to you.”
Like always touch was a big thing for Dominik and the sensation was welcomed, the Avalanche leaning into rather than away from it. “Yeah, whenever that will be.” If he had his powers he could take this place apart, but he didn’t. All he had was his physical self and his smarts, the same smarts he’d dedicated to watching the guards and becoming familiar with their movements and shifts.
“We all have them,” Dominik replied with a lift of his shoulders. “It’s disgusting, but smart. If I had my power, Emma, you can bet this place wouldn’t be standing.” And there was a tone in those thoughts that indicated the slightly darker place his mind was lingering at the moment.
Emma smiled a little. “I can wait for you,” she promised. She was warmed by the reassurance that he was getting from the psychic touch, she hoped she wasn’t overstepping boundaries but the fact that he was leaning into it and not pulling away or telling her to stop meant that she didn’t. She just kept it where it was, a warm psychic weight against his hand, the touch of hers in his.
“With all of these bastards inside, I would hope,” Emma replied, encouraging the thought rather than chastising him for it like some of his friends might have done. “When you get out of here, I promise that I’ll bring you back. You can exact your revenge on the building. I’ll stand beside you as you make raze it to the ground.”
“Wouldn’t want you to wait forever,” Dominik shot back with a small smirk. They had taken the Professor until they were satisfied that he wasn’t in cohorts with Magneto and he’d done nothing but he had yet to be released. What hope was there for him and the others? But then that was a thought process he didn’t really want to entertain because what good did it do him? He’d seen Monet which meant... Jimmy, what about Jimmy? Selene could easily sink her claws into him. But then he couldn’t imagine that Remy wouldn’t look out for him in the Avalanche’s absence. He’d helped Dominik during the intense period where Selene was lurking at every corner and lingering in the shadows.
But still, Dominik needed to know. “Is Jimmy okay?”
“I wouldn't shed a tear if they were,” Dominik answered darkly. The thought of coming back, razing the place to the ground and just letting out all that anger and frustration was all too tempting and he’d reflect on it later and worry about how far he was willing to go.
“I’ll wait for as long as I need to,” Emma said with an arch of her eyebrow as if she were daring him to argue with her more as to how long she would wait for him. She was invested in the young man opposite her, she was in for the long haul as it were and wouldn’t be one to give up easily. And she would wait because Emma Frost knew the value of patience. She frowned at the mention of Jimmy, having to think for a moment before she nodded her head. “He’s fine.” She wet her lower lip, “Selene will be back to having her wings clipped soon enough.” She was sure that Shaw had tightened the reins on his little Black Queen. “Don’t worry about Jimmy. I won’t let her do anything. I told you I would take care of it.”
“I’m sure we can arrange for that to happen,” she replied. “When you’re out of here. Is there anything you need?”
Dominik ducked his head at Emma’s look then his lips curled in the corners as he lifted his gaze to regard her through his lashes. “Noted.” He flexed his hand and breathed out slowly, the cuts on his knuckles still present, but they seemed to be healing which was a definite plus. Even the ones that had been self inflicted. “But good, I just don’t want anything happening to him whilst I’m stuck in here.” If he had both Remy and Emma keeping an eye on the younger boy then he wouldn’t want to be in Selene’s shoes, he really didn’t.
“A new job for when I get out of here?” he threw back with a small smirk.
“Nothing will happen to him. I promised you that a while ago.” Emma would just speak with Shaw should the need arise. But Shaw had promised her he would deal with the situation before it required actually being dealt with, so she supposed she would just have to trust in him - and she did - the same way he trusted in her and just remind him of what needed doing. “She should also be leaving you alone, or should have been anyway. She can’t touch you now.” Emma rolled her eyes a little.
“Darling, I can get you your old job back.” she replied confidently. “And a pay rise whilst I’m at it. Your face wasn’t plastered all over the papers.”
“The only upside,” Dominik threw out before his hands flexed restlessly, tips of them drumming against the ledge. He was not doing well with being cooped up, but there was nothing that could be done about it. Or not at the moment anyways. “But, thanks. I appreciate that because it’s not like I can do anything right now.”
“It wasn’t?” Now that came as a surprise to Dominik as he was so sure his face would have been everywhere and quite honestly he was relieved to hear that it hadn’t. But it did mean that others had been. Well, fuck. “I’m surprised, would have thought it would have been.”
Emma shrugged her shoulders, letting her psychic touch drift up his arm to cup the side of his face, letting him feel the gentle brush of her thumb across his cheek. “Not to worry, Dominik, I made you a promise, did I not? I wish there was more I could do for you. I hate seeing you locked up like this.” And she really did, that much was clear on her face. It was paining her to see him in such a state.
“No. Your friend Petra’s was, though. And her real name was published in the paper. It said she was wanted in connection with the death of an officer as well as the events that led to your arrest. What happened that night?”
Surprise flickered across Dominik’s grey eyes as he felt the psychic touch to his cheek as if it were her hand there. He didn’t think he would ever stop being surprised by Emma and what she could do. “Could be worse,” he said ruefully. But if asked to elaborate on what could be possibly worse than being locked up with a collar around your neck surrounded by asshole guards then he wouldn’t really be able to say much at all. “But I’m okay,” he hurried to assure as he could see the look on her face.
“Fuck,” Dominik hissed through the telepathic link. “That’s the last thing she needs.” She was already feeling rough about everything without knowing her face had been plastered everywhere. “Some guys were hassling Petra to the point where she freaked out and used her powers then they turned on her for being a mutant. I should have kept my head, but I didn’t. I let my temper get the better of me and everything just got really out of hand.” He rubbed a hand over his chest as if recalling the moment the police had tasered him to within an inch of his life. “The cops came in, tasers first.”
That phantom touch ghosted over his cheek again and Emma’s lips twitched a little. “Don’t say that, otherwise they’ll find a way of making it come true.” A beat. “I do miss you, you know,” she offered genuinely, “I wasn’t joking when I said I could quite keenly feel your absence.”
A low growl, protective and angry in tone, filtered through the link as Dominik explained what had happened. “Of course they did. I can’t fault you for reacting, lo- darling, you did what felt right to you at the time. There’s nothing wrong with that. Besides you were defending your friend, were you not? She is your friend, yes?” Well, it never hurt to find out for sure.
Dominik felt the touch again and he snorted a little. “You’re probably right about that.” He tugged on the cuffs and gave a wry smile. “Not that they don’t enjoy reminding us just how powerless we are.” But then power was all in the eye of the beholder and right now the prison held all the cards, but Dominik wasn’t about to sit idly by and let them win the hand. He’d been watching, learning, getting familiar with the prison for whenever there was an opportunity to do anything. “I know,” he assured her. “It’s just surprising.” And it was, but then Dominik’s self worth was questionable at best, but ever since he had lost his father and his mother had pushed him away he hadn’t felt anywhere reaching secure.
“Yeah, she’s my friend.” He answered, resisting the urge to make a remark about how
Petra was the closest thing he had to a sister. “I’m just sure things wouldn’t have escalated the way they did if I’d just kept cool.” Surprisingly Dominik had a temper, one he kept tight reins on for the most part, but when it got away from him it really got away from him.
“I’ve seen a few faces from the school in here, has anyone else gotten grabbed that you know of?” Indirectly asking if the people Dominik cared about were safe.
Emma sighed. “Why would it be a surprise?” she asked, “I care about you, and I enjoy spending time with you. I don’t have that right now, so I suppose these kind of ridiculous conversations will have to do, through glass.” There was a sightly clipped tone to her voice, like she was angry at the way he was being treated. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner. We have only just been told where they were keeping you.” She looked a little disgusted. “But we found out last night. I called, but the visiting hours were long over by the time Moira decided to share your location with us.”
“As long as you’re still breathing, Dominik, they have no power over you.” After all, they were just humans. He didn’t need to resist the urge, the thought about Petra filtered through the mental link that Emma had formed between the two of them and Emma stopped her eyebrow from lifting. The closest thing to a sister? Now there was an interesting piece of information that she filed away for a later date. Someone else she supposed she should heavily intimate that would be protected by her should it prove to be necessary. “You mustn’t blame yourself for being honourable and trying to protect someone close to you,” she reassured. “I told you, I can’t fault you for what happened. I’m proud of you for what you did.”
She chuckled softly. “My darling, you can just ask, you know. They’re all safe, even the more idiotic of your friends.” She decided not to mention the fact that another one of LeBeau’s swamp-rat friends seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, an open conversation on the journal system having made for very interesting reading for one Emma Frost.
“Not your fault,” Dominik said with a shrug of his shoulders. “You came, which is all that really matters. The first visitor to date.” And it spoke a great deal to the Greek that Emma Frost would put herself in a place like this just to see him, reassured him that despite what his mind did to him during those late hours that he had somebody like Emma in his corner. Even if Remy didn’t seem to think she could be trusted. Dominik had yet to draw that conclusion for himself, especially as she had been nothing but good to him.
“Well that’ll be a first,” Dominik answered as the smallest of smirks touched his lips. “Can’t remember the last time somebody said something like to me.” He’d played the evening over and over in his head, noting every single point where he could have just walked away and let everything wash over him. But he hadn’t, couldn’t, not with how they’d been treating Petra and the fact they thought it was acceptable.
“Good,” Dominik affirmed with a nod of his head. “That’s a relief. Especially as being in here you tend to lose perspective. Doesn’t mean you stop worrying though.”
Emma looked pleased with herself, that she was the first visitor. “Well, I’m glad to hear that. Wouldn’t want you to think anyone was more vested in seeing you than I was. As that’s quite clearly untrue.” She tilted her head at him with a small smile. “I suppose it should bother me more than it does that I plan on coming back into this place at least four times a week to check on you.” Her smile was soft and sincere. “Wouldn’t want you to think that I was simply forgetting about you, now.”
Her eyebrow did lift at that time, “After all that you have done in your time here? No one has said that? Well, then let me say it again. I’m proud of you for standing up for what you believe in and for protecting someone that clearly means a lot to you.” She lifted a shoulder demurely. “Don’t ever let anyone think that you did something wrong. I think I would have done far worse if someone had tried to grab me without my permission.”
She shook her head. “I would let you know, however I’m sure you would know before me should anyone else get arrested by these brutes.”
Dominik’s eyebrows lifted when Emma admitted she intended to visit that much and he gave a rough chuckle. “Well that’ll keep me sane.” Thankfully he had Petra even if he would rather she be somewhere other than trapped in these four walls.
“Still think I could’ve kept my head better,” Dominik admitted ruefully. It was something his father had been trying to get through his thick skull for longer than Dominik could remember, but he had a hard head and he often learned his lessons the hard way because he refused point blank to let himself be swayed.
He was reassured to know that Emma was keeping an eye out, especially as Dominik couldn’t in his current predicament.
Emma smiled again, a little wider this time, the expression meeting her eyes and lighting up her face as she nodded, “I aim to help at least a little bit. Besides, it isn’t like I have a lot at the school to do now you’re gone.” She needed to go out again with Shaw. If she was going to be visiting here more, she needed to know the limitations of her own powers for her protection. She tilted her head, a few strands of hair falling across her face as she gently - reluctantly - withdrew the psychic touch as she could feel the beginnings of strain on her mind. She even looked apologetic as she did. “You never know, a few more visits and I might not feel so, um, out of place.”
“Even so. You did the right thing. Those assholes deserved every inch of what happened. You, my darling, not so much. Police bias is disgusting. If I could-” If she could, she would rewrite their minds. She could probably do that, a couple of people at a time, if she focused on it. But then, was that morally wrong? To change someone’s bias? If she were to do it to remove a racial bias would that be considered morally wrong or just making things ‘fair’?
“Let’s hope that never becomes the case,” Dominik remarked with a small snort. “I think the moment you feel less out of place in somewhere like this is the moment you know you’re screwed.” He lifted his gaze as he felt her withdrawing the psychic touch and he understood, but at the same time his wrist felt oddly cold where her perceived touch had been.
And it would seem that this telepathic link went both ways especially as Dominik caught Emma’s ponderings and his gaze soon fixed on her, dark and intense. “I would advise against what it is you’re thinking. First step on a very dark path.” Not that he could blame her all things considered, especially as he’d seriously given thought to razing this facility to the ground. “But I understand the emotion behind it.”
“I would like to hope even if I became a permanent fixture in this chair I would never fit in,” Emma said with an arch of her eyebrow, like she almost knew she would always stand out wherever she was, but then that perhaps she didn’t know it as much as she pretended she would. There was a flicker of self doubt behind those blue eyes, a hint of insecurity that she never wanted to let the world see that, in a moment of foolish and unguarded comfort may have shone through, perhaps through the mental link.
She narrowed her eyes in the corner as Dominik suggested strongly that she stop thinking like that. “Would it be so wrong to make a rapist think that rape was wrong?” She challenged, not aggressively, just curiously. “Or a murder that murder was wrong? What’s the difference between stopping someone from hating or committing a crime just because they can and are too ignorant to know otherwise?” She let out a mental sigh, the sound brushing across the link like a soft breeze. “But yes, you’re right. A very slippery slope.” One she knew that Dominik was perched on the edge of.
Dominik felt the prickling of self doubt at the back of his mind, but it felt... alien. It wasn’t his. Dominik was intimately familiar with his own which is how he knew this feeling didn’t belong to him, it must be Emma’s. “No matter how many times you sit in any one of these chairs you’ll never fit in. I promise you that.”
“One that nobody would be able to recover from for a while.” Even if his thoughts had taken a darker turn since he’d watched Petra be harassed and then tasered for just trying to calm him down.
A slight flush caught on her cheeks when Dominik complimented her and she just lifted her shoulders, like she didn’t quite believe what he was saying but was taking the compliment gracefully as a lady should. “Why thank you. Even in your... current attire, you don’t fit in here either.”
“No matter how justified.” Emma agreed, “After all, they don’t think they did anything wrong, attacking Petra they way that they did when all she was trying to do was help them.”
“Good to know,” Dominik said with a smirk even as he shifted the handset as to hold it more comfortably, but difficult considering his cuffed state.
“Guess they panicked,” Dominik remarked. “I don’t know. I was too busy nursing a head injury and being swept up in my powers to see much of anything.” All he’d known was the sheer fucking anger he’d felt and how it had just rippled outwards as though he was the epicentre.
“I wish this room was more open plan, where they sat you at a table,” she grumbled, flexing her fingers around the handset. Even though she had cleaned it, it still felt dirty against the side of her face. Eugh. She sincerely hoped he appreciated her visiting him.
“Panic doesn’t excuse the actions that resulted in your arrest.” Emma pointed out gently, reaching out with her mind to soothe the anger that she could feel bubbling inside him again. The dark thoughts swirling at the base of his mind. “I wonder what they would say if they knew we were talking like this.” She wondered if they would be scared. They should be. It was taking a lot of her self restraint not to go into their minds. Though, if she could avoid dirtying herself with their thoughts then she would very much like to.
Dominik chuckled at Emma’s obvious disdain and ducked his head, raking his fingers through his hair all awkward like. “You and me both.” He regarded the glass and touched the tips of his fingers to it, but was forced to remove his hand as the guard barked to his left.
“I doubt they’d be pleased,” Dominik answered honestly as he sought Emma’s blue eyes with his own. “But what they don’t know won’t hurt them.” His lips curled and his eyes took on a lighter look to them.
Emma’s hand lifted half a second after Dominik’s, reaching out as if she was going to touch the glass, the illusion of actual contact between them taken away by the barking of the guard, the harsh words that actually made Emma jump a little bit. Blue eyes turned icy as she glared at the guard before she remembered that she had to keep it together here, but she wished that they’d been able to have that little moment. She wondered why she felt like if they’d even been able to have that little bit of pretense she would have felt better.
“When you’re out,” she promised, not entirely sure what it was that she was promising.
Her own lips curled in response to his smile. “True enough. Are you sure you don’t mind me visiting regularly?”
“You get used to that,” Dominik said with a roll of his eyes as he noted Emma’s reaction to the guard. He was pretty sure the guards could bite just as hard as they barked, but he had yet to test those particular boundaries. “No worse than my dad when he’d-” And then he caught himself, swallowing past the sudden lump in the back of his throat and pushing a breath out. “Let’s just say he knew how to shout that man.”
And there was that promise, but a promise of what exactly? Guess he’d have to see.
“Why would I mind?” He queried, brow furrowing as he did so.
Emma nodded her head. “I don’t- My father was never one for shouting. My sister, however...” She reached out again, letting the psychic feel of fingers across his cheek in silent understanding at the mention of his father, the small reveal of his past that Emma knew she would get more of eventually. “He used to shout at my brother, though. Very improper of him.”
“I don’t know, I suppose I just wanted to check?” she asked, ducking her head a little, almost shyly. Like she felt like a silly schoolgirl.
Dominik turned into the touch as though it were real and exhaled a breath, reeling his emotions back in as they wouldn’t do him a lot of good in here. If anything bad emotion would feed into the anger churning in the pit of his stomach meaning he was more likely to do something stupid and reckless. “Families huh?”
“Well rest assured I have no issue with you visiting me,” Dominik murmured.
And he would have said more but then the guard was muttering about how their time was nearly up and Dominik merely lifted his eyebrows. “Impatient or so I’ve discovered.”
Emma sighed and rolled her eyes. “No manners, really. Same time on Wednesday?” she asked, feeling the presence of a guard behind her. She had been there for nearly an hour. Wow, the time had flown by. Even though visiting hours were still for a little while yet, Emma was apparently being told she needed to leave.
As she got to her feet, she hung up the receiver and pressed her palm against the glass. “See you Wednesday?”
Dominik rose to his feet, conscious of the fact he too had a guard at his back, a hand on his arm and a stern look no doubt being focused on his profile. “Wednesday,” he affirmed with a nod of his head. “I’ll look forward to it.”
And in the interests of maintaining appearances he opened his mouth and answered her questions. “Same time, Wednesday. I’ll see you then.” He was soon being escorted away from the booth and in the direction of the door he’d come through, head turning and grey eyes resting heavily on Emma before Dominik vanished through the door.