#thread:emma

However, she managed to take a break and let the DJ take over and made a bee line for her and Emma's table. She gave her a kiss on the cheek as she sat, perched on the chair next to her. "Please tell me you haven't ditched me for a better date."

Antonin was doing his errands and passed close enough to the White Wyvern to see people drinking. He noticed an old friend it was hard to say whether she was celebrating or trying to drown her sorrows. He sat down at her table and gestured for a server to bring him the same. "Chance to meet you here. I heard about you and Thorfinn, he was in a state, so are you drinking up your freedom or saving your tears in a glass?" He gave her a sidelong smirk as he waited for his drink.

Emma hadn’t expected herself to be so TRANSPARANT, but apparently Regina wasn’t fooled for a minute. At the mention of this not being a hypothetical question, the blonde swallowed down her rising nerves at the idea of someone else possibly finding out about the abnormal connection between her PARABATAI and herself. They weren’t supposed to fall in love, after all, and although Regina wasn’t exactly a member of the Clave, Emma still didn’t want her to know about the crimes Julian and her had committed in being lovers.

Even so, the Shadowhunter knew Regina was the best bet in undoing Magnus’ spell. And so she had no choice but to come here. Listening closely, she sighed with a hint of disappointment at the mention of true love’s kiss. Julian had kissed her, even nearly made love to her if it hadn’t been for the fact Emma saw the calculated look in his eyes on time. Everything was done with a reason now, a way of gaining advantage in every situation and relationship. Julian had becoming a cunning, manipulative person. It was a side to him she had seen only when he needed to protect his family, but now– Now, it was HIM, not just a means to an end anymore. It shattered whatever was left of her broken heart whenever she saw this.

“I’ve tried to make him feel…” she trailed off in a whisper, betraying herself in a moment of weakness. Realizing that she had confirmed this not being just a random issue she brought to Regina, the blonde chastised herself mentally, before figuring it wouldn’t be too bad if she just told tiny parts of the story, leaving out the part about her and Julian having fallen in love.

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Emma quickly let her hair down as she entered the Institute. It wouldn’t be good for Julian to see her like this, all bloody and bruised. The last thing she needed was for her parabatai to head back out there and go up against the demon himself. A demon she failed to defeat on her own, because she had felt weirdly dizzy and void of energy for some reason. 

She remembered wondering if something had been wrong with Julian to make her feel like that, but she never got the chance to ponder it more as a giant razor-like claw sliced at her face, seeming to cut her to the bone. 

A sound startled her out of the memory and the blonde quickly turned her face away as she picked up the pace to her room. 

“Hot.” she simply answered, looking up into his gorgeous blue-green eyes which always reminded her of the ocean. She could lose herself in the depth of them easily and felt like she was doing so once more. “You?” 

"No, you don’t. This-- It wasn’t your fault.” 

Emma watched his movements with rapt attention. There was something undeniable elegant about a painter’s strokes, but even the way he would clean his brush or add some new color was mesmerizing. Although the blonde wasn’t all that interested in some of the facts he knew about color, she did pay close attention to everything he was saying. Mostly because she had missed this. She’d missed this more than words could say. A Julian who felt and was passionate again. To think she might have lost him forever.

“No, don’t. Tell me more.”

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