[ emma's expression is...genuinely lighter, actual warmth in her eyes as she shifts the way she's siting on the bed, moves forward just a touch so they're facing each other more — easier for him to check what she's doing, she reckons. really, she seems to be enjoying herself, and considering how this evening had been previously, how terribly haunted she'd been by those nightmares of hers, this is a dramatic improvement.
with faraday to thank for it.
she looks up at his face once more, smile in the corner of her lips, before she's focusing again on the cards. pulling up at the center, she neatly riffles them together, arches them into a cascade, but refrains from pushing them back into the deck. she moves her hands deftly — not so fast to lose her grip on the cards — but manages the fake cut before producing them again, with the same card on top. ]
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with faraday to thank for it.
she looks up at his face once more, smile in the corner of her lips, before she's focusing again on the cards. pulling up at the center, she neatly riffles them together, arches them into a cascade, but refrains from pushing them back into the deck. she moves her hands deftly — not so fast to lose her grip on the cards — but manages the fake cut before producing them again, with the same card on top. ]
How's that, then?