#boltmyth

[deathruined]

this quest is supposed to be hers. and yet, every attempt at involvement was meticulously intercepted by nate, leaving her to feel restricted (rather than protected, which was his excuse for it). emily had fought to keep her composure, but with every leading move that nate made, her frustration only spiraled deeper –– a mounting sense of unfairness gnawing at what was left of her patience. " i shouldn't have brought you. " they had never fought before. but his vigilance, though stemming from a place of concern, was beginning to feel suffocating, casting shadows over her sense of agency. " you aren't even giving me a chance. "

⚡ : @boltmyth.

[deathruined]

⚡ - @boltmyth : " why are you looking at me like that ? "

" because ! " emily declares, as though the reason should be blatantly obvious. following his claim that she wouldn't succeed in making him laugh, she embraced the challenge with unwavering determination. but it wasn't just that –– there was something about him, a magnetic pull that defied easy description, and she found herself inexplicably drawn to trying to figure him out. the brunette reaches for his arm instinctively, and a triumphant grin stretches across her face, cheeks adorned with a rosy pink hue that mirrors the unexpected joy that had taken residence between them. " you're smiling. " she marvels at his grin while it lasts – so elusive, yet warm. genuine, only hoping it was a sentiment he would share more often, even if it took a bunch of embarrassing jokes and some pretend-flirting to coax it out of him. " i told you i'd be able to make you do that. " should've made him bet on it.