for: @byreticence where: event - buchanan's gala
She can feel it start at the pit of her stomach, bottoming out like an explosive before it surges through her entire system. Anyone can be a super. Just like how she wound up being such a monster by accident, no rhyme or reason. Faulty genetics could be to blame, maybe, but now it didn't matter. Quietly excusing herself from her table, the officer leaves her napkin behind and hugs the perimeter of the room to find her way to her superior.
Always to him; like a moth to a flame, except she embraces burning if it means Emerald can numb the budding emotions threatening to spill up and over the pot.
She waits -- waits for him to show, nostrils flaring once a wall and some privacy gives her space to roll through the motions. Disgust. Fear. Anger -- fuck, so much anger. That implant must be working overtime in the back of her skull.
At the feel of his presence, Emerald turns with a set jaw. "They can't do that." She speaks low, cautious of wandering ears. "Cecil, they can't do that. Pretending a... little levitation magic trick is cute, much less ethical."
