#emerson;

[kinzie-m]

closed starter for @ragingemerson

She hadn’t seen her. She had not talked to her either. Kinzie had had no contact with her captain for what felt like ages, but she knew that it was days. Even that small length of time, however, seemed like a lot. Emerson was one of, if not, Kinzie’s closest friends; she talked to her almost regularly. Daily. Hourly. She hated the silence. 

It wasn’t hard to find Emerson’s villa; it wasn’t like there were a lot of captains to speak of. When she came up to the door, she sidestepped knocking and simply opened up, stalking inside and closing the door loudly behind her. “I know what you’re doing,” she announced, placing her hands on her hips, waiting her out. “I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to fly.”

[kinzie-m]

Kinzie practically skipped into Emerson’s villa, grinning as she closed the door behind her, a package in her free hand that she balanced with a bottle of alcohol. “Okay, I know we told one another we weren’t going to get each other presents this year,” she said, laughing softly as she made herself comfortable in the other’s space. “But I saw this during our last mission, and, well, I had to get it for you.” Handing it to her, she smiled wider. “To make up for breaking our promise, I also brought alcohol.” 

@ragingemerson​

[illusionxwrites]

emerson "mercy" reid cassell ★ moodboard you are a weapon and weapons don't weep.

[kinzie-m]

Kinzie was happy to be back on the main island, happy because she felt comfortable here, and happy because things felt as though they were finally settling down. She didn’t know if it was true, but it was certainly nice to think about. 

“Have you even slept since we docked?” she asked Emerson as she came up, bringing her captain some water, knowing that she was probably too busy and hadn’t ate or drank anything recently. “You know you can’t take care of us without taking care of yourself.” 

@ragingemerson​

[kinzie-m]

“So sorry,” Kinzie said, hooking her arm through Emerson’s and pulling her away from the random prince who had tried to take up her captain’s attention. She twisted her head back towards him as they walked away. “She has very important things to attend to. Things being me!” she called out, wiggling her eyebrows before turning her head and smirking at Emerson. “Don’t say I’ve never helped you out of a sticky situation,” she teased, faking a whisper as she walked them away. 

@ragingemerson

[kinzie-m]

top 3 people you want to or have slept with?

“Lorne Dughlas will always have that number one spot,” Kinzie laughed, smiling wider. “Emerson, of course. And Charlie.” She wiggled her eyebrows teasingly. 

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[kinzie-m]

🤗 - Sneak up behind my muse and hug them

It was a very rare occurrence that Emerson would leave to go somewhere, leave the island, and leave Kinzie behind. During these times, the navigator always felt restless. She felt as though she should be out there on the open water with Emerson and whatever crew she took with her. She felt left behind, alone, lonely, and she hated each and every single one of those feelings.

When news that her captain had come back to the island, Kinzie waited a few hours, knowing that she would have things to settle before Emerson had any sort of semblance of free time. When she was sure that it had been long enough, she went in search of her, looking in all Emerson’s usual haunts before finally finding her.

She came up behind her captain quietly; it was a perk of being so small in size - Emerson could sneak around without being caught. Inching up behind her, she waited a beat to make sure she didn’t know she was there before racing forward the last few inches to her, wrapping her arms around her captain, holding her tight as she reacted.

The smile on Kinzie’s face was enormous, almost splitting her in two. “Did you miss me?” she asked, pushing herself up on her tiptoes and resting her chin on the other’s shoulder. Unable to help herself, she pressed a quick kiss to her captain’s kick and pulled away, coming around to her front side. “You better have a good reason for leaving me behind, because I am kind of mad at you.”

[bradenwhitmire]

☼  Cuddling on the sofa next to each other. (Emerson)

It wasn’t uncommon for the actors to use their breaks to nap and relax between takes. Depending on what they had been filming previously, it could tire them out quicker, and if they had an early morning call time, sleep was imminent. That’s why no one really blinked an eye when they passed Emerson and Braden curled up on the set’s couch, sleeping soundly between scenes.

A commotion caused by falling props aroused Braden slightly, and he blinked his eyes open, slightly put off by the bright lights of set greeting him. He shifted only slightly before realizing his arm, asleep and tingling up to his fingertips, was caught underneath Emerson’s body. He didn’t want to wake her, so for a moment, he just laid there, his arms wrapped around her small frame, his face all but pressed into her hair. She smelled like roses; he wondered if that was the shampoo she used most commonly.

Braden heard their names called for their next scene, and softly, he nudged Emerson’s temple with his nose. “Nap time’s over, love,” he said, teasingly, and the smile he got in return was worth it.