[ emma hears faraday, far more than she hears the stumbled apologies teddy is trying to manage. she, however, is clearly not willing to budge, and she doesn't indulge teddy's fumbled words, that scowl unfaltering and unyielding. it's a look she's hardly ever had to turn on teddy, and one that faraday won't have seen cross her face in quite a while — not since that throwdown of theirs, now weeks removed.
she can't acknowledge the gambler, not with teddy still standing on her front step, but she purposefully places a hand on the doorframe, a silent signal for faraday to stay put. she can't have the man terrorizing teddy (much as the idea may hold its own appeal), because if teddy can't rightly see the force kicking him six ways from sunday, that'll just send all kinds of rumors flying. ]
I said, it's time for you to go now.
[ her tone is low, because emma cullen does not need to shout to make herself heard. there's ice in her words, a near distaste as she takes a step away from teddy, her hand moving from the doorframe and to the door instead — because she intends to close it right in teddy's face if he doesn't get a move on.
that seems to be enough of a motivator for teddy, and he finally puts a stop in his attempted apologies, his shoulders betraying his defeat — and more than a heap of regret that emma finds herself lacking proper sympathy towards. he just had to go and say those things to her, and right now, she doesn't feel even the slightest bit guilty over throwing him out for it.
teddy only has time to take one quick step away, and then the door is shut promptly and with a final slam.
emma's still prickling with anger and hurt when she turns back to the room, to see faraday standing there looking— ...lord, dangerous. leaning up against the door, emma fixes him with a pinning look, a very clear, "don't even think about it." ]
Awful hard to see him out when he can't see you, Faraday.
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she can't acknowledge the gambler, not with teddy still standing on her front step, but she purposefully places a hand on the doorframe, a silent signal for faraday to stay put. she can't have the man terrorizing teddy (much as the idea may hold its own appeal), because if teddy can't rightly see the force kicking him six ways from sunday, that'll just send all kinds of rumors flying. ]
I said, it's time for you to go now.
[ her tone is low, because emma cullen does not need to shout to make herself heard. there's ice in her words, a near distaste as she takes a step away from teddy, her hand moving from the doorframe and to the door instead — because she intends to close it right in teddy's face if he doesn't get a move on.
that seems to be enough of a motivator for teddy, and he finally puts a stop in his attempted apologies, his shoulders betraying his defeat — and more than a heap of regret that emma finds herself lacking proper sympathy towards. he just had to go and say those things to her, and right now, she doesn't feel even the slightest bit guilty over throwing him out for it.
teddy only has time to take one quick step away, and then the door is shut promptly and with a final slam.
emma's still prickling with anger and hurt when she turns back to the room, to see faraday standing there looking— ...lord, dangerous. leaning up against the door, emma fixes him with a pinning look, a very clear, "don't even think about it." ]
Awful hard to see him out when he can't see you, Faraday.