#emersonreid

[prettylittlepresident]

( @emerson-reid )

At the island in the kitchen, Neena was gripping onto a cup of coffee, staring off at the clock on the stove and bouncing her leg off the stool she sat; impatiently. This was her own personal HELL. It’d only been a week’s stay in the Murder House and she looked awful. Past few nights went sleepless thanks to her constant paranoia, nightmares. She knew the house was haunted, and had been fearing it for the very reason since day one. The mere idea of stepping foot inside was terrifying, let alone spending a w e e k within. However, everyday she was able to get out for a couple of hours thanks to her classes --- and these couple of hours were cherished, believe you me.

The clock struck 9:00 AM and suddenly Neena was on her feet and out of the kitchen. She hurried up the stairs and down the sorority hall. “ Emerson? ” She called; several KNOCKS on the door to sorority room one followed. “ Emerson, come on, I’m gonna be late. ” A lie --- she was just anxious to get out. “ Emerson, please. ” A few small steps away from the door a moment after, she glanced toward the staircase and gripped onto the strap of her purse, waiting for her leaving buddy to make an appearance.

[willscross-blog]

artists || will & emerson

It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining through the leaves in the trees just right. It was dappling the ground with golden-green light. As Will stared at it from his place on the top floor of the House, he knew he had to go outside and try to at least sketch it out with a pencil. Ever since the death of his little sister, Alex, Will’d been having a hard time sketching, he barely got any inspiration anymore, and now that he had gotten some, he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to go outside and sketch. 

He grabbed his sketchbook off his desk, bolted down the stairs and out the door and sat down in the grass. He flipped open to a blank page and began to fill it in with what looked like just pencil scratches, but as he continued to draw, they filled out until individual blades of grass could be made out, the shadows the leaves were casting could be seen and even the way the light filtered through the trees was captured on the page. 

Will continued sketching, drawing in everything he saw. He wanted to turn this into an acrylic canvas painting later. He wrote numbers on the side of the page and labeled them as different colors before beginning to write the number in next to every bit of light and shadow and just about everything in between on his page. He was almost finished with it, when another shadow darkened the area he was still working on filling in. He sighed and, without turning around, said, “Can’t you back away? I’m not finished.”

[dementedghxstface-inactive]

Be My Valentine || Carson and Emerson

Carson had gone all out for this; The backyard was decorated in glowing lights and hanging roses. Flower petals coated the small walkway that lead to the little Gazebo in the back of the yard. It was dark outside, letting the lights glow brighter. The Gazebo was full of rose petals and heart-shaped candles. 

Carson stood in the middle of it all, a bouquet of pink and white roses in hand, and a smile stuck to his face. He awaited her, the one who all of this was for. He just hoped she liked it.

[dementedghxstface-inactive]

Small Reunions || Carson & Emerson

[ emerson-reid ]

News had gotten around about the living returning for their limited time. Needless to say, Carson hated it. His freedom from the living terrors had been one of enjoyment for Carson, but now it would be intruded. Though, there was one person he had been looking forward to seeing again. Emerson. She was the one and only living person he trusted. He had only revealed himself to her once-- while he was in hiding --but he had been watching her the entire time. He knew her quirks, her favorite music and who she would kill to be noticed by. She just interested him, and it drove him crazy. 

Carson decided to wait for her in her room, to surprise her when she returned to retrieve her most important items. Nervous? That would be an understatement. He was still scared she would start screaming and recognize him from the dozens of missing person's signs that were scattered across the town. All it took was one wrong move to destroy his cover. But, for some reason, he trusted her. Maybe that was why he had gotten the courage to sit on her bed, to let her see him-- not just his faded figure in the middle of the night.