[ emma doesn't (refuses to) let it bother her that faraday is guiding her around the room, her hand still holding his arm the way a wife ought to.
(the way she used to.)
she hasn't really been out with a man, even in a ruse like this, since her husband's death, and she feels almost out of practice, like remembering to stretch old muscles all over again. it's not too difficult, she decides, though she's also trying to emphasize the aloof manner that faraday's adopted.
her attention is drawn away from the party when faraday speaks, and it takes every ounce of self-control to keep her baleful glare in check. she forces a beatific smile onto her face, but her fingers dig pointedly into his arm. ]
I don't feel like ruining my lipstick quite yet, dear.
[ she inwardly grimaces at the pet name, because it's immediately distasteful when she's looking up at faraday's grinning face.
the lipstick, however, is a good enough excuse for now, though she knows she ought to make the glass look less full, but not immediately after arrival. ]
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(the way she used to.)
she hasn't really been out with a man, even in a ruse like this, since her husband's death, and she feels almost out of practice, like remembering to stretch old muscles all over again. it's not too difficult, she decides, though she's also trying to emphasize the aloof manner that faraday's adopted.
her attention is drawn away from the party when faraday speaks, and it takes every ounce of self-control to keep her baleful glare in check. she forces a beatific smile onto her face, but her fingers dig pointedly into his arm. ]
I don't feel like ruining my lipstick quite yet, dear.
[ she inwardly grimaces at the pet name, because it's immediately distasteful when she's looking up at faraday's grinning face.
the lipstick, however, is a good enough excuse for now, though she knows she ought to make the glass look less full, but not immediately after arrival. ]