Lullaby | Blair & Emma-O
For @emmaoxmp
She was very concerned about herself and, if Blair knew what was good for her, she probably should have stayed home. And yet she clearly had no self control because she soon found herself standing outside of Emma-O’s front door, knocking to be let in. Still dressed in her work attire (short grungy skirt, cropped black tank top and smudged mascara eyes), she carried a duffle bag with her actual pyjamas, a pillow and a toothbrush.
The thing was that Blair hated being alone, one of the biggest fears in her life was to be left behind, and yet she often found herself so overwhelmed by people that she couldn’t be around them. That was when Emma-O came in - a God who was giving enough to allow her to share his bed and, aside from the few times when Blair clearly wanted more, never really bothered her otherwise.
The issue was that Blair had slept over at his place a good handful of times already. Every logical thought in her head told her that she should stop showing up, that it would become a big issue if she became dependent on his company, and yet Blair didn’t have anywhere else to go. She didn’t want to answer questions or to have to explain anything to anyone. She just wanted to be alone, and yet not alone at the same time.
“Hey,” she greeted him simply when he opened the door, the tired look in her eyes all too telling, “Can I stay over?”