#;emery

[helloitsdollyx]

;; Dolly had spent a lot of time trying to get her audition pieces in her head and focusing on her course instead of her personal life so while she was texting Emery, she felt like she needed to do something instead of ignoring social things. She arrived at the restaurant slightly before seven and waited outside for Emery - hoping he hadn’t arrived earlier and gone in. The thought crossed her mind and with that, a second text to let him know she was there.

❣  @emery-shaw​  ❣

[bvttlebcrn]

( @emerywoods​ )

after everything that happened at the party, henri didn’t really want to let emery out of his sight. still, had he put up any resistance, shown any sign that henri wasn’t welcome to tag along, henri would have backed off. it was hard getting used to the idea that emery might actually want him around for more than a day and a half. however, emery seemed happy enough to let henri take him back to his apartment, even pulled henri into bed to cuddle after he’d gotten a good shower. he waited until emery was fast asleep to get up and carefully (oh so quietly) to start cleaning a little bit around the home. nothing big he would say, just picking up random pieces of clothing thrown about, maybe doing a load of laundry, cleaning out the fridge. henri just . . . couldn’t help it. hopefully emery wouldn’t even notice. 

when henri heard emery start to roll around in bed, meaning he was soon to wake up, he ran back to the bedroom and climbed back into his spot. henri flashed emery a smile when he rolled over. “you’ve been napping for awhile,” he hummed softly, as to not startle his little witch.

[bvttlebcrn]

henri had meticulously picked out every part of the date he and emery had gone on. he knew emery was incredibly upset still, so he had tried to do absolutely everything he could to take care of em. now they were walking along in a park at midnight after a long evening of pampering his emery. “why don’t we find a place to sit? i brought this along,” he suggested, pulling out a folded up blanket they could spread out on the lawn or simply wrap emery up. henri squeezed emery’s hand, their fingers entangled. ( @emerywoods​ )

[bvttlebcrn]

things had been . . . different since the night of the party. not entirely in a bad way, but tension had been building in him, and his old insecurities were rising to the surface again. he could always go to kellan and get his usual talk down, but he could sense kellan’s patience with these sorts of things was getting thinner and thinner. emery and henri needed to talk about it, if he wanted to feel something other than lost. so, here he was, a guilty lunch he made for emery as an excuse to come over. he knocked, trying to wait patiently outside the door. ( @emerywoods​ )

[bvttlebcrn]

{ @emerywoods​ }

what the fuck was going on? henri was absolutely fuming. one of the interns he had hired for the sole purpose of keeping tabs on emery (really, much of his budget went towards watching emery these days) had dared to bring him the information that some fucking fairy had asked emery on a date. the worst part? he was french. henri no longer had the french language––the most romantic language in his opinion––in his arsenal. 

he’d done so well containing everything he felt to a tight little box. the box was crumpling . . . crumbling under the weight of henri’s emotions. henri was on a mission, walking down the street with his hands in tight fists. he shoved the front doors to the library open, a glower making his eyebrows furrow. henri tracked emery’s familiar smell, cornering his former lover at the end of a row of shelves. “what the fuck, emery?” he hissed, quietly enough to keep the other librarians off their back.

[bvttlebcrn]

( @emerywoods​ )

now that they had all settled into the suite mack had so graciously supplied, and henri had already checked out the entire place, henri could focus in on emery for a second. he scarcely wasn’t touching emery, and never was his little witch out of sight completely. normally, he’d be embarrassed for anyone that wasn’t emery to see him fawning like this, but the situation called for it. 

henri set up the extra pillows and blankets from the closet on one of the large beds so emery could cocoon himself if he so wished. henri knew emery craved feeling safe and taken care of after stressful situations, rather than be left alone. “you need some comfier clothes,” he hummed once he had dumped emery in the middle of the pillow pile. he went digging through the bag (that he managed to snatch from his previous room before they all came here) and pulled out a t-shirt that was a little big on him. emery would be swimming in it. “here.”

[bvttlebcrn]

🐰 / 🦋 / 💫 / 🗑- henri/emery

a goofy text.

kellan finally showed me how to make the faces!!!! :-) :-( ;-) very cool!!!! hope you like signed henri

a loving text.

mon bébé, you have my whole heart. i took a picture while you were asleep and will cherish it forever. i hope you forgive me! love henri

a late night text.

i am missing you most, mon petit chou. one day apart and i am already a complete mess. promise i can see you tomorrow? love your dear and lonely henri

a text that wasn’t sent.

mon cœur, i fear you will fall out of love with me. i fear i am not worthy of your attention. i don’t know why you’ve decided to continue loving me over and over again. do you still love me? henri

[bvttlebcrn]

henri looked up at the ferris wheel, down at emery, and up at the ferris wheel again. “alright, if you’re so sure.” to be fair, it seemed stable enough from down here, but if it wasn’t, it wasn’t himself that henri had to worry about. 

he took emery’s hand and handed enough tickets for the both of them to the ride operator. “maybe if we’re lucky, we’ll get stuck at the top,” henri teased, pulling emery forward when the operator motioned for them to get on the newly emptied pod. “c’mon then,” henri said fondly, stepping into the pod and sitting down. ( @emerywoods​ )