[ faraday's words aren't the most reassuring, because it's a bit difficult hearing affirmation that this will never go away, and his coping mechanisms obviously hadn't solved the problem much at all. he'd lived with those nightmares for so much of his life, until now, in death, he had some semblance of peace for them.
much as emma struggled, she wasn't looking to die just yet. she spends so much of her time with a dead man, but she's still so tied to the world of the living, thank you kindly.
she gives a quiet, humorless laugh before lifting her head, leaning it back against the wall so she can stare at the ceiling. ]
I doubt I'd be much good at runnin' your way, anyhow.
[ she's not one to drown her demons in spirits, and, realistically, she knows that leaving rose creek won't chase off the nightmares any more than staying might.
she tips her chin to finally look back at faraday, her eyes holding that fierceness that's so entirely emma, but it's almost hollow, filled with exhaustion and the flickers of old ghosts instead of her usual fire. the nightmares stifle a part of her, because emma just does not do well feeling like she's lost. she needs to know where she stands, how to fix things, herself included, but these nightmares strike such a primal nerve inside of her that she can't grasp a solution.
she can't fix herself.
she keeps staring at him for a drawnout moment, and then a flash of an idea hit hers. she sits forward, sticking out her hand to him with determination. ]
Touch me.
[ it's a demand, leaving little room to question. the way he moves right through her when they make contact, it's so startling and cold and she reckons that that may startle her out of this exhaustion just enough that she won't be tempted to try closing her eyes all over again.
if it'll keep her awake, then the unpleasantness is worth it. that, or actually splash herself with ice water. ]
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much as emma struggled, she wasn't looking to die just yet. she spends so much of her time with a dead man, but she's still so tied to the world of the living, thank you kindly.
she gives a quiet, humorless laugh before lifting her head, leaning it back against the wall so she can stare at the ceiling. ]
I doubt I'd be much good at runnin' your way, anyhow.
[ she's not one to drown her demons in spirits, and, realistically, she knows that leaving rose creek won't chase off the nightmares any more than staying might.
she tips her chin to finally look back at faraday, her eyes holding that fierceness that's so entirely emma, but it's almost hollow, filled with exhaustion and the flickers of old ghosts instead of her usual fire. the nightmares stifle a part of her, because emma just does not do well feeling like she's lost. she needs to know where she stands, how to fix things, herself included, but these nightmares strike such a primal nerve inside of her that she can't grasp a solution.
she can't fix herself.
she keeps staring at him for a drawnout moment, and then a flash of an idea hit hers. she sits forward, sticking out her hand to him with determination. ]
Touch me.
[ it's a demand, leaving little room to question. the way he moves right through her when they make contact, it's so startling and cold and she reckons that that may startle her out of this exhaustion just enough that she won't be tempted to try closing her eyes all over again.
if it'll keep her awake, then the unpleasantness is worth it. that, or actually splash herself with ice water. ]