@kulningled [ . . . ] “ i’ve never kissed anyone before. ” at emily oop » from this meme / accepting.
[ emily the wise they’ve begun to call her. a reputation that becomes her naught for the inner circle & royal court that helped to raise & teach her. naivety has never preceded her; a child watched her mother die at far too young a age. only a WISE assassin can get rid of their targets without KILLING them. ] is it wrong to assume someone of noble blood has danced at balls & parties numerous times, has seen all the social aspects of royalty & nobility? not particularly. emily’s conversation about parties & the her normality at them touches the truth that elsa has endured. there’s a pause when emily reaches up to take her too tight bun out of her hair, let dark locks flow freely around her shoulders. EMILY THE WISE ascertains between elsa’s demeanor & now the statement just given to her that something was amiss with her royal childhood. she doesn’t address it, will never personally address it until elsa does first; but the assumption was there in her pause before emily moves again, taking off her long coat to drape over a chair. she’s making herself comfortable in a home that is both hers & not quite hers. she’s never been to arendelle before, the beginning of tyvia, a land soaking in sunlight & hope to carry forward into the north’s cold tundra & dark ore mines. the lord protector is standing tall at dunwall, watching over an empire momentarily while emily embarked on an adventure disguised as business as always. traveled here by carriage, by foot, by magic without a companion to SLOW HER DOWN. the empire thrives again because there is truly nothing that emily can’t achieve by herself; the scarf around her neck the telling tale of how she’s never really recognized.
“ a kiss only has worth if it is meant to reveal passion between two hearts, it is worthless for any other reason. ” emily turns again when her coat is draped over a chair; a new embellishment for elsa’s own castle. a castle that is bathed in more color & hope than poor dunwall will ever be. souls cannot simply unhaunt after their slaughter. emily’s eyes are more honey brown in this lighting. a smile quirks just the corner of emily’s lips; a playful demeanor that is reserved for moments when emily is being just emily & forsakes the title of empress for even a short while. that was, after all, a particularly discreet & extremely poetic way of saying: i have come to like you & we can never hold a normal relationship, nor can we even reveal we have a relationship but in the soft moments like this; i can love you.
