#duvais

         he’s half expecting the killer to pop out when she says that, though, he knows it’s just his own anxiety. ever since the murders had started, it’d been impossible to have a calm night, and he was sure it had to be the same for emma. oh, he was certain it was so much worse for emma. that was why he had offered to stay over in the first place.

        ‘ so is there a special someone taking you to prom ? ’ elizabeth sipped her coffee before returning to the rose she was trimming the thorns from . ‘ it’s coming up yknow ... ’ elizabeth hadn’t been asked yet , or at least not by the person she wanted .

he  tries  to  make  light  of  the  situation.   of  course   ,   he  cannot  promise  his  safety.  who  knows  what  this  killer  wants  ,  why  they  KILL.   either  way   ,   he  cannot  ensure  they  will  not  come  after  him.   but  not  everything  is  so  bad.   🙶  you  know  i  can  hold  my  own  if  i  get  my  hand  on  something  to  DEFEND  myself  with.  🙸   he  speaks  quietly   ,   brain  remembering  his  training  regiment  in  narnia.   yes  ,  if  he  can  find  something  with  the  length  and  weight  of  a  sword  ,  he  can  defend  himself.   blond  hair  suddenly  appearing  to  his  right  pulls  him  out  of  his  thoughts.   🙶  i’ll  call  you  back  ,  lu.  🙷

his  phone  is  put  down  as  he  greets  the  girl  with  as  much of  a  smile  seems  appropriate.   🙶  hey  ,  emma.  SORRY  about  your  friend.  🙸    diplomat  king  seems  far  gone  suddenly.  grief  is  something  he  still  STRUGGLES  to  find  balance  in  himself.  clearing  his  throat  ,  he  gestures  to  his  phone  and  finds  it  in  himself  to  smile  again.  🙶  litte  sisters  ,  am  i  right  ?  🙷

@duvais  said             “ i need to lay low for a while. “

        brow furrowed as she glanced quickly over at emma. any sign of mirth that had previously graced her visage disappeared as a wave of concern washed over her. it wasn’t simply the words but the tone of voice that set off the alarm bells.          ❝  is something WRONG? ❞          a question but sansa believed she already knew the answer. what other explanation could there be for the statement? she turned so she was completely facing emma.          ❝  you can tell me. maybe i can HELP. ❞

        “oh, uh, me?” he feels his cheeks burning at his words, and he wishes he had some way to hide. he’s never dealt well with compliments, and he wasn’t really used to receiving them from people other than teachers, or his aunt. was emma flirting? should he try to flirt back with her? he wants to, but it feels impossible to make himself say words.