[ it's already been months since faraday's reappearance in his new, inhuman form. months since the battle, since their rebuilding, and it's safe to say the town of rose creek has found a way to move on. one might argue that emma hasn't, if only because of the company she continues to keep, but...it's different. faraday is different — in her eyes, at least. it's hard to even continue thinking of him as a dead man, considering his current state and the way they interact.
she can talk to him, joke with him, touch him — and it feels just as real as being with any other person. except faraday happens to provide her with a level of comfort that's been previously unrivaled in her interactions with others (a kind of comfort she'd only found in matthew, before). it's not something over which she chooses to dwell, because questioning what he does for her and the way he makes her life— better is complicated.
simultaneously, faraday makes her life challenging and confusing, but also...good. he keeps the loneliness at bay, but she doesn't think of him as only something to fill her time; it's more than boredom that has her always so eager to see him during the day, though she'll never admit that to him. maybe it's that he makes her smile so much, draws that warm glow from her and makes her laugh — because while she's hardly opposed to that level of joy, it's faraday that really brings it out of her.
odd, she thinks. but good.
she nearly forgets sometimes exactly what he is, but it's the quick there-and-gone-again vanishing that reminds her most. she looks over her shoulder just in time to see him disappear from the table, fading in again at her window. wiping her hands on her apron, she frowns slightly and steps away from the counter. ]
Teddy? What on earth...?
[ she comes around to the window, standing nearly up against faraday's back (paying hardly any mind to that) as she peers out over his shoulder. ]
Oh no.
[ that boy better not be doing what she thinks he's doing. dressed in his sunday best, and flowers to boot?
lord, please spare her from what will inevitably become a damn trainwreck.
she turns quickly away from the window, like she's almost hoping he'll think she's out if he didn't manage to see her there. ]
I thought he'd dropped this nonsense.
[ because teddy hadn't really breathed a word about courting her, and she'd been doing her utmost not to encourage him. she's kind, but that's about all she is with teddy. apparently her lack of blatant rejection had been taken as a near invitation. ]
he gonna be deader than faraday tbh
she can talk to him, joke with him, touch him — and it feels just as real as being with any other person. except faraday happens to provide her with a level of comfort that's been previously unrivaled in her interactions with others (a kind of comfort she'd only found in matthew, before). it's not something over which she chooses to dwell, because questioning what he does for her and the way he makes her life— better is complicated.
simultaneously, faraday makes her life challenging and confusing, but also...good. he keeps the loneliness at bay, but she doesn't think of him as only something to fill her time; it's more than boredom that has her always so eager to see him during the day, though she'll never admit that to him. maybe it's that he makes her smile so much, draws that warm glow from her and makes her laugh — because while she's hardly opposed to that level of joy, it's faraday that really brings it out of her.
odd, she thinks. but good.
she nearly forgets sometimes exactly what he is, but it's the quick there-and-gone-again vanishing that reminds her most. she looks over her shoulder just in time to see him disappear from the table, fading in again at her window. wiping her hands on her apron, she frowns slightly and steps away from the counter. ]
Teddy? What on earth...?
[ she comes around to the window, standing nearly up against faraday's back (paying hardly any mind to that) as she peers out over his shoulder. ]
Oh no.
[ that boy better not be doing what she thinks he's doing. dressed in his sunday best, and flowers to boot?
lord, please spare her from what will inevitably become a damn trainwreck.
she turns quickly away from the window, like she's almost hoping he'll think she's out if he didn't manage to see her there. ]
I thought he'd dropped this nonsense.
[ because teddy hadn't really breathed a word about courting her, and she'd been doing her utmost not to encourage him. she's kind, but that's about all she is with teddy. apparently her lack of blatant rejection had been taken as a near invitation. ]