Stay out of my head; (Emrys + Margaery)
Focus on something else, that’s certainly not difficult now. It might not be making them shut up, but she’s certainly not as focused on them now. She isn’t sure if she can recall another who had this problem; the voices, visions, even the occasional blackouts.She’s not sure which he’s had, maybe even all of them, but it is certainly distracting.
Emrys. She’s sure she’s heard that somewhere. She’s not exactly sure where she heard it before; perhaps at the sapphire at some point? seems most likely. Must not have been important enough to her at the time for her to forget so quickly. Then again, generally she doesn’t care enough if it isn’t about her, or tormenting her brother.
”.. I think I’m calm now, actually.” Not really, she’s just far too curious about this for her to ignore it. She knows voices aren’t uncommon, neither are the visions, surely. But someone who’s willing to admit to them, let alone help someone else with them? That’s definitely not something she’s seen before. Even when she was committed, nobody in the ‘hospital’ actually tried to help her. All they did was continuously take from her and hurt her if she didn’t comply.
They might still be speaking, but she’s not listening now. Instead, she’s walking over to the other, eyes checking him over, as if she’s trying to decipher if this is some sort of joke or not. If it were, chances are she wouldn’t be able to hold back letting them take control. It takes a bit for Margaery to realise she hasn’t actually been breathing since she started staring, thus letting herself take a deep, calming breath. Her lungs felt like they were on fire, but she certainly couldn’t seem to focus on the fact right now. “Emrys, I’ve heard that before.. have we met?”
His mind was itching at him now. But--it wasn't itching over the images of something lost. It was itching over the idea of something gained. And in the back of his mind, he could hear it--the replay of a memory that wasn't too long ago. His own body curled up in a corner as he held his head rocking forward and back only for Toby to walk in, eyes concerned and body rushing to his side.
It's going to be okay, Emrys. You're here. You're safe.
Safe. Toby was right----Emrys was safe there in London as long as those who loved him were around. And it took him so long to realize that running away was only ever going to get him hurt. "Well... Perhaps we know one another, you never know. What's your name?" London was a small world----he knew people due to others he was close to--it was hard to move around without knowing someone.
"...Do you want to get something to eat to try and keep distracted? I would say we could go to The Sapphire, but it's still being worked on, I think. Besides, there are loads of places to go to, my Father would take me to this one place when I had my episodes." Much like a Father would take a child to get ice cream after a bad day. Toby really was the closest thing he would ever get to having a Father again.
"Emrys Doyle-Hawkins. It's nice to meet you."
