[ he'd let her get mighty close to five, and she hadn't been sure if he simply didn't hear her or rather, didn't care to let her see him. she'll be disappointed if that's the case, but she realizes she won't actually drop the cards, if he doesn't show. that would be far too unkind, and emma doesn't care to do that to him. even if he wasn't ready to talk or...whatever it is they ought to do to find common ground, she wouldn't want to destroy something he enjoyed so much.
when he finally does appear, she tries not to give away the relief she feels, the flush of warmth at just the sight of him (which is an odd sensation she's certainly not going to think on). drawing the cards away from the flame, she holds them close, but doesn't offer them to him. ]
Do you promise not to vanish if I do?
[ because she doesn't want him to just cut and run with the cards; that's not the point of this, not the reason she tried so hard to draw him out. it matters to her that he'll promise to stay put, at least long enough to put some things to rest, to maybe tell him that his presence isn't simply tolerated.
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when he finally does appear, she tries not to give away the relief she feels, the flush of warmth at just the sight of him (which is an odd sensation she's certainly not going to think on). drawing the cards away from the flame, she holds them close, but doesn't offer them to him. ]
Do you promise not to vanish if I do?
[ because she doesn't want him to just cut and run with the cards; that's not the point of this, not the reason she tried so hard to draw him out. it matters to her that he'll promise to stay put, at least long enough to put some things to rest, to maybe tell him that his presence isn't simply tolerated.
that he's been missed. ]