After a break last week, this weeks prompt was Fairytale and we’re back with the Spy girls again....
Sam grinned at Emily as she swept through the door to the flat, not stopping as she continued through to the kitchen opening the cupboard with a bit more force than necessary. When nobody followed Emily into the flat, Sam’s grin turned to a frown,
“Em?”
“I left him at the restaurant,” She muttered, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for the kettle to boil.
“But,” Sam scrambled over the back of the sofa, “He was meant to be the one! You yourself said you had a goo-”
She shrunk back slightly as Emily snorted, spreading her arms wide in self depreciation, “What the hell would I know about it all Sam? Who has ever taught me how to love? Huh?”
It didn’t take her years of training for her to see the split second change in one of her best friends. The movement to return to making her drink was too sudden. Her bowed head didn’t hide how she was biting her lip, her outburst didn’t hide the tears in her eyes.
Sam’s shoulders sunk. She had hoped beyond hope that the date would go well and give Emily the boost everyone knew she needed. Everyone except herself.
It was hard to tell who the swirling spoon was calming more as it chinked against the sides of the mug. Had she have not been so worried about Emily, it may have distracted her enough to not hear the sniff and sigh,
“Life isn’t a fairytale Sam.”
She looked up as Emily threw the spoon into the sink and hugged the warm mug close to her. Sam wanted to take the mug’s place, and wrap her up in the tightest hug she could manage. Emily wouldn’t appreciate it though, it was clear that a hug from a person wasn’t what she needed.
“Especially not in our line of work,” Emily added, “Our lives just don’t work the way it does for normal people, there’s stuff that those closest to us can’t know or see, there’s the risk that anyone we love could get hurt,”
“But--” Sam tried to protest as Emily shook her head, taking her bag from the work top,
“We don’t live in a fairytale. Spies don’t get happily ever afters Sam.”
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Something quickly whipped up whilst procrastinating about starting work this morning for the prompt of "Giving thanks"... and we're back with the spy girls
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Sammy pouted as the last drop of wine hovered on the lip of the bottle,
“That’s the last of it,”
She looked across to Emily as she laughed softly, “Sam, we’ve had more than enough to drink tonight,”
Claire was smiling as she rested her head on Emily’s shoulder, “You know Sam, she’s never had enough to drink.”
“Well, with the last of this beautiful drink,” Sam started, raising her glass.
Emily looked to Claire, raising an eyebrow. They both knew there was only one time when Sam got soppy with them and it was apparent she had reached that point.
“Are you sure about that Claire?”
“Excuse me!” Sam interrupted before Claire could reply, “As I was saying I would like to ropose… no, that’s not right, propose a toast… to the best friends a girl could get, I’d be lost without you guys.”
Claire’s voice was low as she uttered, “You’ve got us and sometimes you still seem lost.”
“What?” Sam looked up to her, having downed her last glass.
Emily shook her head, reaching out to pull Sam into the space by her other side, “Ignore Claire, she’s just drunk,”
“Ahh, okay,” Sam smiled as she curled into her, more like a child than ever.
Always the mother hen of the trio, Emily sighed contently as she wrapped her arms around her closest friends. She could only hope they knew how much they meant to her. Even if she told them time and again how thankful she was that they were her friends, she’d always wonder if they truly understood just how important they were.
“I love you guys you know?” She murmured.
Claire sighed and nudged her gently, apparently already half asleep, “We l’ve you too Em.”
“Thanks for being here.” Emily sighed, because she knew, without them she would have been much more than lost.
