reunion (emma & evan)
omnia-vcnitas:
Shattered. That was the only emotion that she could process. Emma felt shattered. The rest was all a whirlwind. She could detect anger, she could detect betrayal, she could detect sadness, even — but none of those were ready to process yet. Plenty of her friends were Death Eaters, she was betrothed to one as well, and her very own cousin was a member of Grindelwald’s Army, but the fact that Evan had lied to her. Lied that he was in the same faction as the bitch who’d nearly murdered Zhenya…
There it was, anger. It was like the embrace of a good friend, pushing away all the other emotions, the ones she couldn’t even bring herself to think of right now, pushing away all other thoughts and implications of this news. Anger hugged her tightly, and she let herself sink into it the same way she’d earlier sunk into Evan’s arms.
“Don’t.” The word came out harsh — guttural, even. Seeing him reach for her was the final straw, the last drop to make the bucket overflow. “Try to touch me again, and I’ll kill you.” She’d done it before. How that had hurt her, how she’d hated herself for it afterward. She’d told him about that too, so he knew the severity of her threat. “You lied to me, Evan Rosier.” How could she know he hadn’t had a hand in organizing this too? How could she know that he hadn’t been aware Emma’s cousin was in danger and had been sent to distract her?
“I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to hear from you, and I don’t want you in my life anymore. I hope that you never find joy again, I hope that the lies you tell will turn on you, I hope that everyone you ever find yourself trusting will stab yourself in the back. I wish you the worst for the rest of your life — and if you ever try to get close to me again, I will come through on my threat and end your horrible, pathetic existence myself.”
Every word that tumbled out of Emma's lips felt like a punch to the gut, leaving him breathless and ragged. I don't want to see you, I don't want to hear from you, and I don't want you in my life anymore. She had brandished him with a withering glare, and he felt his heart tear in his chest.
How long had this secret buried itself in his chest? How much time had he spent, pressing kisses into the woman he loved with this lie etched into this forearm? He’d wanted to tell her - Oh, how he wanted to tell her. With every kiss he placed on her lips, every time he’d let his head rest into the curve of her neck, every hand falling comfortably across her hips - he wanted to tell her. Had wanted to confess everything to her.
And every single time he’d stopped himself, afraid of what she’d think of him. Afraid of how she would react. Afraid of how she would look at him.
Like she was now.
Before, he would try to justify it all. This was for her own good, he’d think in those early hours of the morning, their bodies still pressed together, if she were to know, she would be at risk - they would want to recruit her next. Yet some part of himself always knew, deep down, that he was protecting himself from this.
“No - No! Emmy - Please.” His voice rose with every word, every syllable growing more and more desperate. “I know - I know, I lied - I wanted to tell you, every fucking day I wanted to tell you. But I didn’t, because I’m a bloody coward and I didn’t want to lose you - to have you look at me like that.” He reached out for her, his palm circling her wrist. “Em, I swear, on my life, that I didn’t have anything to do with this. Please, I’m begging you. Please just let me explain.”
