[ emma can hear the movement far better once she's in the hall, and her eyes immediately settle on the open door to faraday's room. a quick glance tells her it's empty, and as the baffled frown on her expression deepens, the dread in her chest gets all the heavier. ]
Fara—
[ she doesn't even manage to get out his name before the front door opens, and he's just gone.
there's a moment where she just stands in the front room, dumbstruck and confused, and then—
something excruciating hits her like a goddamn truck, and she has to fight down a wave of unsteadiness threatening to knock her off her feet. she doesn't know why that strange, instinctual response is so strong and immediate, because she knows what faraday had inevitably intended to do. she'd told herself, repeatedly, that there would be a day that he'd stride out of her neighborhood without looking back, but the reality of it is so much more of a shock to her system than she expected. the coiling black mark on her forearm burns something fierce, and as she closes her eyes to try and fight it down, pressing a hand over the sting, she takes careful steps forward to the front door.
no, she's not just leaving it like that. not with all that misplaced anger and those vicious words.
she doesn't bother with shoes as she steps out into the cool night, leaving the front door open behind her. ]
Faraday.
[ it's not a shout; not even truly raising her voice at all, lest she wake any of her closer neighbors. ]
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Fara—
[ she doesn't even manage to get out his name before the front door opens, and he's just gone.
there's a moment where she just stands in the front room, dumbstruck and confused, and then—
something excruciating hits her like a goddamn truck, and she has to fight down a wave of unsteadiness threatening to knock her off her feet. she doesn't know why that strange, instinctual response is so strong and immediate, because she knows what faraday had inevitably intended to do. she'd told herself, repeatedly, that there would be a day that he'd stride out of her neighborhood without looking back, but the reality of it is so much more of a shock to her system than she expected. the coiling black mark on her forearm burns something fierce, and as she closes her eyes to try and fight it down, pressing a hand over the sting, she takes careful steps forward to the front door.
no, she's not just leaving it like that. not with all that misplaced anger and those vicious words.
she doesn't bother with shoes as she steps out into the cool night, leaving the front door open behind her. ]
Faraday.
[ it's not a shout; not even truly raising her voice at all, lest she wake any of her closer neighbors. ]