[ sheer determination is what focuses emma enough to follow faraday out of the hall and back to the ballroom. she can't let herself get distracted thinking about that kiss or about him as anything other than her obnoxious partner — because that's all he is. they're there for a mission, and it's bigger than any conflicted physical— anything that may be clinging to her in the aftermath of their coverup.
their work is the important thing here.
they get a few cursory glances as they reenter the ballroom, but at least most people seem content to whisper and chuckle under their breath, rather than say a single thing to their faces — those that notice, of course. most are so wrapped up in their own business, in the dancing and the champagne, to care what two other attendees may have gotten up to. she can't help the way she flushes at the pointed whispers, but she forces the shame back, forces herself to plaster on that well-practiced smile, because if she and her husband are so amorous that they sneak off to a back room together, Mrs. Brennan would be far likelier to laugh it off than be too terribly embarrassed.
damn it.
she focuses her attention away from the party at large, instead looking for their more important targets for the evening. almost immediately, she notices a distinct lack of one bartholomew bogue, and she feels something clench in her stomach.
reluctantly, but out of sheer necessity, emma slides her arm into faraday's, leaning up with her lips near his ear — to look intimate, of course. ]
Bogue's gone. Rivera too.
[ movement is clearly happening, and checking the surveillance wouldn't be a bad idea. ]
no subject
their work is the important thing here.
they get a few cursory glances as they reenter the ballroom, but at least most people seem content to whisper and chuckle under their breath, rather than say a single thing to their faces — those that notice, of course. most are so wrapped up in their own business, in the dancing and the champagne, to care what two other attendees may have gotten up to. she can't help the way she flushes at the pointed whispers, but she forces the shame back, forces herself to plaster on that well-practiced smile, because if she and her husband are so amorous that they sneak off to a back room together, Mrs. Brennan would be far likelier to laugh it off than be too terribly embarrassed.
damn it.
she focuses her attention away from the party at large, instead looking for their more important targets for the evening. almost immediately, she notices a distinct lack of one bartholomew bogue, and she feels something clench in her stomach.
reluctantly, but out of sheer necessity, emma slides her arm into faraday's, leaning up with her lips near his ear — to look intimate, of course. ]
Bogue's gone. Rivera too.
[ movement is clearly happening, and checking the surveillance wouldn't be a bad idea. ]