EMORY MARINO.

sideblog to SASHARUVELLE !!i don't want to be afraid the deeper that i go. it takes my breath away. soft hearts, electric souls. heart to heart and eyes to eyes.

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hvmmond.

Sometimes Eve wished she could read Emory’s mind –– not to be a total creep or anything, but often she genuinely wanted to know what the other was thinking, especially if it did have to do with Eve. But they’d arguably been pretty transparent with each other over the course of their relationship. Eve had told Emory things she’d never spoken aloud to even those closest to her, and she felt that Emory was always truthful with her when she asked more about her too. However, when her attention was caught, Emory SLYLY avoided the question with a question of her own that brought a grin to Eve’s face. “You're welcome,” she quipped, uncrossing her legs to cross them the other way in her seat. “If I said yes, would you be offended? Because if so, definitely not, only pure, chaste thoughts over here.”

Just as she spoke it was announced over the speaker that they had arrived at the station, the train pulling in. “I don’t know about you, but I cannot wait to lounge by the water with our little picnic basket and soak in the last of the sun we’ll be getting for the next several months.” Eve pulled a pair of sunglasses out of her purse, slipping them on to rest on her head until they were outside once more. “I feel like I’m twenty-seven and in university again, it’s been so long since I’ve been here. I’m glad it’s with you though.”

"Pure, chaste thoughts, uh-huh." Emory couldn't help but chuckle. How quick the cards had turned. They had only had their first date about a week ago and already Evelyn was taking the reigns when it came to flirting. Emory was happy she was getting more confident, she would definitely not start complaining now. She really liked Evelyn, there was not a single doubt in her mind about that. The only thing she was still unsure about was the question whether this was as real for Eve as it was for her. But she assumed that time would tell. "Are you liking what you're imagining then?" she then asked, a grin forming on her features.

"Well, from where I'm standing you don't look a day over 27." She was teasing lightly, knowing that she most likely would have guessed the other to be in her early 30s. Once they had made their way through the barrier, Emory herself slipped on her own sunglasses, adjusting the bag on her shoulder, before looking over at her date and smiling. She reached out, offering her hand for her to take, giving a gesture with her head to come follow her. "You know what I love? Brighton is only an hour away from London and yet there you have the beach only ten minutes from the station. It's amazing if you just need some time out for a day."

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hvmmond‌.

BE THE OCEAN WHERE I UNRAVEL. / @emorymarino

By the end of their first date, Eve had already been planning on a second with Emory. They’d truly enjoyed themselves that evening, talking and laughing all night as they had before they’d even shown romantic interest in each other. That had brought great relief to Eve, who had been slightly concerned that the shifting dynamic of their relationship could potentially lead to disaster –– and then she wouldn’t even have a best friend anymore. But everything had remained comfortable for the most part, even if there was some blushing at times and the occasional awkward moment that came with any first date. And as she dropped her off at the front door, Emory had given Eve one last, chaste kiss. The gallerist had walked into her house in a bit of a daze, smiling to herself and thinking her life had never been BETTER. 

Not long after that she’d come up with the perfect second date and thus asked Emory to go to Brighton with her. Their conversation about the water and the beach had never left her mind, and as she’d hoped, Emory was very happy with the suggestion. Now the pair sat together on the train, only minutes away from the station, and Eve couldn’t help but look at the brunette who was staring out the window. “Thinking about seeing me in a bikini for the first time?” she teased softly, though she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about the exact same thing regarding her date. 

Part of Emory couldn’t really believe that she was really lucky enough that Evelyn truly wanted to go out with her. Sure, part of her was still somewhat worried that she was only an experiment to the other, something she would drop once she figured out it wasn’t for her. She hadn’t voiced those thoughts to Eve herself, but in the back of her mind they were still very prominent. Still, she pushed them away for now, somewhat foolishly hoping for the best after their first date had gone so well. Emory herself had been very respectful the entire time, only really allowing herself small touches and gentle kisses, rather than taking it too far and maybe scaring the other off.

But it seemed Evelyn had enjoyed it all, judging by the fact that she had been the one to ask Emory to go to Brighton with her. The lawyer was excited about the development. She knew that they both loved the water and thus the suggestion had been perfect. Of course Emory had been to Brighton several times before, knowing exactly that from the station it was just an easy ten minute walk down to the beach and the pier. While on the train, a comfortable silence had settled between them and Emory had allowed herself to just look out of the window for a moment, before she was ripped from her thoughts by the gentle voice of the woman sitting across from her. The truth was, she hadn’t been thinking about any of that, but… She chuckled. “Well, now I am, thanks for that,” she teased in return. “I take it that that’s what you’ve been imagining?”

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✉️ –– bea.

Bea: Guilty as charged. Although technically its my ex-girlfriend's fault for getting me hooked on this show.

Emory: clearly you made the right decision breaking up with her then ;)

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therebeccathompson‌.

closed // @emorymarino

after the client had left, rebecca was gathering her papers and stuffing them into her bag. “well, this went better than expected. thanks again for arranging this.” she said, all the while not looking up at emory. she was glad that the brunette hadn’t made another remark about her ass or had done something else to make the situation awkward. the redhead wanted to leave as soon as possible but didn’t forget her good habits. “anything else there is to discuss?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Admittedly, Emory had never thought their meeting would go over as smoothly as it had, but she was glad she wouldn’t have to go up against Rebecca. Not that she didn’t think she’d be able to, she just preferred not to. “Yes actually,” she said, having thought about her own behavior since the last time they had seen each other. That and, well, there was actually someone in her life now. “I’d like to apologize for last time. I said some things that were unprofessional and immature and I don’t want you to think that that’s normally how I do things,” she said calmly.

[rostovarps]

Rachel Zane in 07x03 Mudmare

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✉️ –– open

Estella: That's the point! Maybe it's best you don't....

Estella: I'm doing this for your own good

Emory: So first you tell me I should watch it.

Emory: Then you tell me to stop.

Emory: And then you're telling me it's for my own good?

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✉️ –– open

Anastasia: I did. How do I know what lawyers do on their down time?

Emory: I'm not just your lawyer, I'm your cousin.

Emory: And I'm just a regular person like everyone.

Emory: Like you too, btw. Just because you're royalty doesn't mean your blood is actually blue ;)

[rostovarps]

Rachel Zane in 07x14 Pulling the Goalie

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hvmmond‌.

“Yeah –– yeah, I did,” Eve agreed, turning a somewhat vulnerable gaze on the other as she further admitted, “It gave me a purpose, I guess. All those years in foster care really destroyed my self-esteem and the lack of permanence made me feel like nothing good in my life would ever stay.” She turned her eyes away from Emory, looking out onto the crowd as she voiced something normally difficult to talk about. “Then I finally got a family and after taking me in they exposed me to all this great stuff, like art, and it all started going up from there. Without them I might never have formed the passion for art I have now.” 

She’d never fully divulged this admission to anyone else because it had been too personal, explaining that her love for art was all a result of finding a loving family who exposed her to the beauties of the world when for years she’d never thought she’d find happiness in anything. But Emory was worth telling the truth, opening up her heart a little. “It never hurts having firsthand experience –– I’m sure they were a great help in your journey towards this career,” the gallerist assumed with a bright smile. “Well, you’re good at what you do … from my experience with your job, anyway. You’re so compassionate and willing to bend over backwards to help people –– it’s admirable, really.”

She listened carefully to what the other was telling her. The last thing she wanted was to seem insensitive when the other woman was sharing something so personal to herself. She really didn’t want to go into the negatives, deciding to try and get the woman focus on the positives instead to lift her mood a little. “Hey, but your family seemed to have some great influences on you in that sense,” she said with a smile. “Clearly you were meant to find them. I mean, look where it got you! You’re the owner of a gallery and you’re great at what you do. I’m not hugely into art but you managed to get me interested, that’s a talent!”

But with the conversation turning towards her own family, she nodded. “Yeah, they had some influence on why I chose the field,” she said, a small smile on her lips. She didn’t mention that she wasn’t in contact with them anymore, not wanting to turn the mood upside down. She also didn’t want to scare the other woman about coming out to her family. Emory was aware it was scary and the last thing she wanted was for Evelyn to feel like she was going to get disowned as well. Still, her compassion and willingness also came from having almost no one to rely on and from feeling alone for a long time. “Yeah, helping people is just really something I’m always happy to do,” she said nodding.

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✉️ –– open

Anastasia: I haven't finished season two!

Anastasia: Don't spoil!

Emory: I'm still on season 1!

Emory: You recommended it to me a few days ago, did you think I'm that quick?

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✉️ –– open

Veronica: well thank god

Veronica: But you're still watching aren't you? 😈

Emory: No.

Emory: .... yes.

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therebeccathompson‌.

rebecca got up from the couch, gathering her files and putting them under her arm again. “alright then. let me know when you arranged something.” she replied, handing her card over to the brunette and turning to leave. 

She got up from the seat she was sitting in as well, taking the card from the other woman. “I will do that,” she said with a nod, watching the other turn and heading towards the door. “For the record,” she said, the grin finally returning, this time with a slightly mischivous shimmer in her eyes. “It would be a shame to sue that ass.” And with that, she turned, walking towards her desk, glancing over her shoulder back at the other, the grin still present.

[palmiiier]

Holy fuck i think about you a lot

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ofpoisonivys‌.

“Hey! I know that look,” she chuckled while retrieving her glass from Emory. “It wasn’t like that. Yes, I did sleep over at hers but it was for a good reason.” Ivy explained. “The date didn’t even happen, we were heading to the restaurant when backfiring cars freaked her out. It was scary, she was having a panic attack, I didn’t know what to do at that point, because I had no idea what was going on.” Ivy paused to sip her wine. “I took her home, and tried to keep her calm as possible, but it happened again…I may have kissed her to try and stop it…the attack– some stupid article I read in the moment.”

“Whoa, whoa. whoa, what?!” Her eyes got big as she listened to the other woman speak. The whole story sounded like it was straight out of a movie. “So you slept over at hers to make sure she was okay?” God, she had to admit that sounded quite romantic. A single brow was rising when Ivy said she kissed Nicola to stop the panic attack. “That sounds like quite the night. Especially kissing her to stop the attack. How did she react?” But it wasn’t just all this that had Emory think. It was the whole prospect of the woman having had panic attacks during their date. “Are you going to see her again?”

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therebeccathompson‌.

rebecca had felt the mood in the room change when the smile disappeared from emory’s face and she had sat down across from her. she was glad that the brunette had realised that this matter was completely professional, though the redhead couldn’t deny a slight attraction to the other lawyer. shaking off that thought right away, she sighed. “sure thing, I just want to ask her a few questions, shouldn’t take too long.”

She nodded at the other’s words. “I hope you’re aware that the second the conversation goes south, the meeting will be over.” Sure, she had heard of Rebecca, but one thing she didn’t know was how fair she was playing the game. She supposed she would find out. “I’ll call her. But no promises.”

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✉️ –– open

Anastasia: Calm down, what's the show?

Emory: I CAN'T calm down!!

Emory: Handmaid's tale.