#ohboy

Consequences keep rolling in...

Anyway. Lo and behold. More twa thingies. :>

( @itsgirlcraft @starsoftheevening )

Hi anon.

Me? Marry House? That annoying asshole who interrogates and harasses me at every turn and is so damn needy-

I-

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Well...Amber was a lot like house...so..

Ema relaxes in her armchair, feeling the gentle crackle of the fire ease her senses. She closes her eyes, letting the warmth seep into her bones, and listens to the faint hum of the night outside. The tea’s aroma mingles with the smoky scent of burning wood, creating a comforting symphony that lulls her into a state of tranquility, far from the day’s demands.

Luckily, her sister was able to help her come up with a last-minute costume for her to wear to the Masquerade Ball tonight. The sunflowers growing in her flower garden had given her the inspiration for her costume. The fact that they had been able to put it all together in one day surprised her. 

Her thoughts drift to the Tarot reading she had gotten that night. She had been nervous as she approached to ask her question. But by the time she walked away from the reading, she felt renewed. Zen had spoken the very same words only two nights ago. She had been so torn, willing to put her happiness to the side for another once more. He had been right; a part of herself felt empty since then. 

This time, though, she will be stepping into a path that is even unknown to her. She is reaching out to find her own happiness, opening herself up to new possibilities. Both patient and acceptance would be a huge part of this journey. She knew that not every path was a straight line. She was putting herself first. 

As she sits there, a new kind of warmth fills her. One brought on by thoughts of him. And like all the other times, she could not help but smile. She was learning each time they spoke what drove him, how each path in his life shaped him into the very man that stood before her. He cared about family; she knew that the moment he spoke about his younger sister. 

How many times has she gotten lost in the sound of his voice? His eyes? That evening by the fountain, she had seen the warmth there in his gaze. Ema covers her face with the blanket on her lap and groans softly. Without a doubt, she was slowly starting to have feelings for him. It was then she remembered Fio’s words as her cheeks flushed. She was in so much trouble.