🛁 - A nice, relaxing bath
💤 - A few extra hours of sleep
🌸 - Something that calms them
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🛁 - A nice, relaxing bath
Sometimes it's still hard to believe hot water is so easy to come by on the other side of the wards. Emmett is still getting used to a dozen ways Rime was trapped in its founding era, and the kinds of technology that have been developed outside the magic that would have stifled them or rendered them inert inside the wards, but one of the most surprising is the fact that out here, all it takes to get warm water is turning on a tap and waiting a few moments.
He'd feel like he was wasting it if he filled the tub, so he turns it off after the water is a few inches deep and starts hunting for the soap.
He jumps when the bathroom door opens and Rory walks in.
"You need more water than that," she announces by way of explanation and turns the tap back on. "Especially if it's your shoulders getting stiff again."
She knows him unfortunately well.
Thankfully, by this point, she also knows him well enough to know when he wants to be alone. After testing the temperature of the water with her fingers and slightly adjusting the taps, she backs out of the room.
Their relationship is all sorts of odd and confusing that Emmett really doesn't have the mental energy to think about right now.
He's just glad Rory's sticking around.
He has to admit, she was right. When he finally shuts off the water and steps into it, it comes up just to the back of his neck when he leans back. The tightness in the old scars across his shoulders starts to fade, and the headache that's been throbbing in his temples all afternoon eases.
He can't stay in the water too long, he'll get dizzy again and they've learned through painful experience that Rory absolutely cannot lift him off the floor if he falls.
But for now, this feels amazing.
💤 - A few extra hours of sleep
Emmett seems a lot younger when he's sleeping.
He almost looks his real age when the worry lines fade out and Rory can't see the years of hurt in his eyes. Now that they've dyed his hair to make it less evident he's gifted, it's even more jarring.
If Marcus wasn't dead, Rory would want to go back and kill him again for all the damage and trauma he's inflicted on someone who did nothing to warrant that kind of pain.
The best she can do now is picking up the pieces.
And at the moment, that means letting Emmett have a little more rest.
They have nothing pressing to do, nowhere to go, nothing that has to be done right away. Carlo's sleeping over with a friend.
She leans back carefully, not wanting to disturb Emmett, and glances out the window at the sun coming up. It's still strange for her to see it.
Emmett shifts when the warm band of light creeps across the blankets and over his shoulder. He blinks a couple times, but settles deeper into bed, wrapping his arms around the pillow the way Rory is familiar with Carlo doing when he's tired.
She ruffles a hand through Emmett's hair, and he smiles in his sleep.
🌸 - Something that calms them
"What'cha makin'?" Rory leans on Emmett's workbench.
"You'll see soon enough."
"You said that twenty minutes ago," Rory whines, poking the piece of wood experimentally with one finger.
"Making something good takes time," Emmett replies.
"It just looks like a knot," Rory says.
Emmett taps it with the chisel a few more times, and then the whole thing falls apart into a dozen disconnected chunks.
"Oh, sorry," Rory says. "I didn't mean to distract you and make you break it."
"I didn't break it," Emmett says."Well, only sort of. It was supposed to do that." He picks up the pieces and hands them to her. "And now you get to put it back together." She's good at that.
He watches her flip the pieces over a few times, forehead crinkling like it does when she's calling on her gift to show her a solution.
"Okay," she says, and then fits the pieces back together seamlessly. "Now what?"
Emmett takes it back and twists it slightly, watching the pieces fall apart again. "I thought maybe you could...you know, do this instead of pulling on your hair or scratching the back of your hand." A new patch of lichen marks appeared there recently, and Rory's picked it bloody while they were waiting for Carlo to have his broken arm set last week.
"Oh." Rory looks a little confused.
"If you don't like it..."
"I love it. And this was...really thoughtful." She smiles. "Definitely worth the wait."
Emmett hangs his coat in the entryway and shakes water from his hair, shivering slightly. The storm kicked up without warning, and he got drenched walking the last mile home from town.
Rory appears from the kitchen, a knife held loosely in her hand. To anyone else it would probably look like she'd been interrupted chopping vegetables for dinner, but Emmett knows she was fully prepared to use it on any potential intruder. His fault for not announcing himself, probably.
"Hey. I was getting worried when I heard the rain," Rory says.
Emmett nods, not really trusting his voice not to shake if he speaks.
Rory steps back into the kitchen, but only long enough to lay the knife down on the counter, judging by the sound. She steps back into the hall and reaches for Emmett's arm, hissing slightly when she feels how damp his sleeve is.
The warmth of her wrapping her arms around him is unexpected. Emmett still isn't used to people voluntarily touching him.
"It's warm in the kitchen," she mumbles into his shirt. "And I think you'll be better at not giving Carlo food poisoning from dinner than me."
Emmett nods and mumbles into her hair. "I think you're probably right."
"Come on then." Rory twists her fingers into his and pulls him through the door. "Because I have absolutely no idea what to do next."