[ that's admittedly one of the things emma tells herself when she starts to long for the kind of life she'd had with matthew. where she is hasn't changed, what she does with herself is largely all the same, but...it's different. all the time she'd been married, she'd gotten so accustomed to having company, to the affection and casual touch she experienced with her husband, and now? now that everything has settled down in rose creek, and she's no longer distracting herself with the kind of tenacity and hellbent need for righteouness?
now she can really feel that emptiness. it's not all the time, and it's not a constant, but when she's lying in bed or when the oppressive silence of her house sets in around her, she remembers that matthew isn't there to sweep her into his arms, to kiss her until she laughs, to whisper the kind of sweet nothings that had her weak in the knees. she'd loved her husband something fierce, and now the closest she can get to him is kneeling and praying at his grave.
hardly comparable.
however, that emptiness is far lessened when faraday's around, she's noticed. it's strange that she could find so much comfort in a ghost, in ways that her neighbors and the people of the town couldn't provide for her, because when he's there she's not thinking on matthew. the silence is filled by something far more meaningful, and as much as faraday exasperates her, makes her roll her eyes, near scandalizes her with his crude humor and irreverant tongue — well. he makes her laugh.
he makes her smile.
what an odd notion, she realizes, that a dead man could help her see brighter flickers of joy than any of the living she surrounds herself with.
shaking off that train of thought, she finally leads them back to her front door, opening it and wasting no time in shuffling into the warm room. she needs to tend the fire, help the heat pick back up, but it's still far better than the temperature outside. ]
At least you won't be havin' to deal with this frightful cold.
[ it's an attempt at a slightly lighter tone, because really, when the cold truly hits, she's sure faraday won't be terribly put out he's avoiding the worst of it. ]
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[ that's admittedly one of the things emma tells herself when she starts to long for the kind of life she'd had with matthew. where she is hasn't changed, what she does with herself is largely all the same, but...it's different. all the time she'd been married, she'd gotten so accustomed to having company, to the affection and casual touch she experienced with her husband, and now? now that everything has settled down in rose creek, and she's no longer distracting herself with the kind of tenacity and hellbent need for righteouness?
now she can really feel that emptiness. it's not all the time, and it's not a constant, but when she's lying in bed or when the oppressive silence of her house sets in around her, she remembers that matthew isn't there to sweep her into his arms, to kiss her until she laughs, to whisper the kind of sweet nothings that had her weak in the knees. she'd loved her husband something fierce, and now the closest she can get to him is kneeling and praying at his grave.
hardly comparable.
however, that emptiness is far lessened when faraday's around, she's noticed. it's strange that she could find so much comfort in a ghost, in ways that her neighbors and the people of the town couldn't provide for her, because when he's there she's not thinking on matthew. the silence is filled by something far more meaningful, and as much as faraday exasperates her, makes her roll her eyes, near scandalizes her with his crude humor and irreverant tongue — well. he makes her laugh.
he makes her smile.
what an odd notion, she realizes, that a dead man could help her see brighter flickers of joy than any of the living she surrounds herself with.
shaking off that train of thought, she finally leads them back to her front door, opening it and wasting no time in shuffling into the warm room. she needs to tend the fire, help the heat pick back up, but it's still far better than the temperature outside. ]
At least you won't be havin' to deal with this frightful cold.
[ it's an attempt at a slightly lighter tone, because really, when the cold truly hits, she's sure faraday won't be terribly put out he's avoiding the worst of it. ]