#c. william

It was a Christmas Eve. Emilia and Will had just gone to bed in his families home. This was a tradition for as long as she could remember..all the Matthew's under one roof and then Christmas the next morning. Well, Emilia wanted to give Will one very special gift the night before, because well..it was a private thing between them. Emilia’s known for a little over a week now that she was pregnant. She’d taken six, yes, six! pregnancy tests to verify a late period. That on top of a doctor’s blood test well..she was very much pregnant. She was so excited to tell her best-friend and now husband..she could hardly wait for Christmas, let alone tonight. “Okay..I know it’s kind of breaking your moms rules..” Emilia smiled, her satin pajamas glimmering in the light of their bedroom. “But, I want you to open this tonight..okay?” Emilia had a small box, with all her positive pregnancy tests in it. She’d originally wanted to do something unique..to tell him. But, well, she was too excited for the holiday and the fact she was having her own little baby..she could barely focus. Sitting on his legs, Emilia placed the small box between them and she couldn’t stop her smile as she waited for him to open it. 

&& the expanse of space that unfolds before them is no more than a dreamscape, spanning white light and glowing fields. Ambient petals float above them, some desert flower likely extinct in William's time. Their sweet fragrant permeates, fills the whole space.

“Look -- if you say one word of this I promise I will kill you. Bury your arms and legs in a ditch and feed the rest of you to a dog -- okay?” Emilia threatened with her kitten like anger before pursing her lips at the male. Bryce’s birthday was coming up and the brunette wanted to do something for the man she loved. Who better to ask than Will, right? After all, he was her best friend and his brother. “You...I need your help to figure out what to do for Bryce’s birthday.” Originally she contemplated the idea of a thong and peacoat -- but Emilia wanted to do something. “I know he won’t like a party but...I don’t know. What do I do for someone who doesn’t like much other than lingerie and broody movies?” She laughed. 

interrogation starters || accepting ! 

Oh, they have a deal alright.  Chris is clearly skeptical.  He considers it less than ideal, to be sure.  The concern and paranoia, like having a rabid dog at his back.   “ Yeah.   We have a deal.   I get you out, I get you to safety -- you help me really hit ‘em where it hurts. “  

Chris doesn’t trust him -- doesn’t have much of a reason to, but fuck if he doesn’t know in this hell he doesn’t have the luxury of being picky.   Chris takes one of his handguns, holds it out.