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e m m e l i n e ♔ ([info]advancingly) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2011-06-18 22:19:00


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Entry tags:caradoc dearborn, emmeline vance

Caradoc!
She had always thought that daydreaming was for those who couldn't handle their thoughts, but Emmeline had found much of her time spent in her new life staring out the window and into the street, getting lost in various dreams and ideas. She wasn't completely satisfied with this new habit of hers, but it seemed to make the days go by faster, and the further away from her past in England, the better, she liked to think.

Emmeline idly opened and closed the wedding invitation that had arrived last week from Davy Gudgeon as she continued to stare. She still hadn't responded, but she was sure she was going to go. Mostly because it would give her a chance to visit Anneliese, and make sure that Juliet wasn't plotting Nott's death. The few aspects of her past back in England still called to her, giving her some sort of sense of responsibility. Emmeline was sure that's what she missed. As much as she wanted to get away from everything that had tortured her these last five years, here in New York there was no sense of...she didn't feel any urgency. That was supposed to be a good thing, wasn't it? But she'd lived with that tense sensation shaking her very bones for as long as she could remember and it was hard to become accustomed to not having to...well, she supposed...worry.

Her eyes followed a couple walking hand in hand on the sidewalk and a smile slowly crept onto her face, her braided hair falling out of its twist as she let her head rest against the window pane. Her legs stretched across the window seat and she continued to twist the invitation around in her hands, not hearing Caradoc enter the bedroom behind her.



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[info]docstheword
2011-07-08 02:05 am UTC (link)
He wasn't going to lie, Caradoc was surprised at Emmeline's response. That was it? End of discussion? Well, it seemed his persuasion skills had skyrocketed to near perfection. He had said less than a paragraph's worth to her an, there wasn't even a hint of annoyance or grimace on her face. This had turned out much better than he had hoped. A pat on the back was deserved, if he didn't say so himself.

Thoroughly pleased with himself and her, a smile hooked quickly onto Caradoc's face. "Me, gloat?" he said, rolling his eyes and speaking in such a tone that Emmeline could tell he was joking.

Well, now that all of that was taken care of, there was no reason why they couldn't return to their normal schedule of sleep, sex, and relaxation. Since he had already taken a nap today (seriously don't even get him started on how awesome those were), and all that mental prepping left him feeling anything but relaxed, there was really only one option left.

Caradoc smoothly slid down and close to Emmeline, effectively propping himself on top of her with little hitch. Smiling down at her, he waited until he was able to breathe his next words hotly into her ear. "I would never," Caradoc said in a low tone, a very familiar impish grin now appearing on his face. His focus wandered down to her neck, finding her skin to be especially soft today.

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