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spills juice.
❛ NORMAN MY DEAR——— it’s disrespectful to make a mess. . . so stop this at once. ❜
❛ THANK YOU——— now how about you finish your juice while mama cleans up the mess, hm ? ❜
❛ NORMAN STOP——— stop it right this instant young man. since when did you behave in such a way. now help mama clean up this mess, and no more juice until you can learn not to be so disrespectful to this house. after all, it’s the only one you will get. ❜
cups her cheeks and slightly squishes them.
his hands are much rougher than she last remembers, but they still have that gentle aura to them. despite the kind little affections of the past, still she cannot help but continue to be a worrywart. he’s always cooped up in his office, trying to be a savior to the world, finish the job minerva could not. while he may seem grown up and more adult, a man of his wiser years, yugo had reminded her long ago that were still just children, born into an unforgiving world and they shouldn’t bear the responsibilities of such tragedy — that same thought applies to him. “ norman, you look tired. are you resting enough? ” her hands reach out to delicately cup his own, looking directly into his gaze with a visibly concerned demeanor. since when did she begin to act like mama back in the old days? maybe it was after holding the responsibility to look after all the younger ones. that’s something they could have in common: a job in they’re entrusted with, one they absolutely cannot fail.
“ you should take a break, you don’t have to sleep — oh! we could play a quick round of chess! how about it? ” her lips soften to a gentle smile, one reserved just for him. he hadn’t need to be a “savior” all the time; she wanted him to be norman too, and to remember that he wasn’t just “boss” or “willaim minvera”, but the kind, considerate boy she grew up with. she chuckles, a hint of cockiness in her tone wanting to edge him on. “ unless you’re scared i’ll have the upper hand, that is. ”
❝what did you just call me?❞
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“Geez, be a little more careful, Anata—”
She drops the bandages, freezing in place after realizing what she had just said. Her mother would always call her father by that term, and it undoubtedly got stuck in her mind. To think she’d call Norman by it, too— what an embarrassing accident! She loved him, but they definitely weren’t an old married couple.
Awkwardly, she tries to laugh it off, shoving to the side as though nothing happened. She picks up the bandages, continuing to wrap it around his arm. Her tone is evidently jumpy as she speaks:
“H-Huh?! I didn’t say anything! Not at all!” She tightens the dressing, rushing to get herself out of this one. “All done, let’s go meet up with the others.”
norman: I have no fears gilda, angry, pulling on his cheeks norman: I have one fear.
' emma, is something wrong ? ' the explanation on his plan was finished and most of the children had left, leaving him with emma, ray, don and gilda. though the last time he saw her face like that was before he left the farm.
“ i …. —— ” her face was still relatively pale, heart beating eerily slowly inside her chest, after a “speech” like that it pretty much put her system in a type of shell-shock. it seemed to mostly go unnoticed though, as the attention was focused solely on him, lost in the sounds of applause and cheer in promotion of nothing short of “justified” genocide. you think in some way, she would support such a outrageous proposal — as back in gracefield house, those demons literally saw one of her precious siblings as merchandise, nothing more, arguing amongst themselves for a single taste of her grayed fingertip. it’s a fear she’ll never forget in her entire life. it’s a fear almost all of her shipped out siblings most likely felt, right before departing in such a horrific manner. but then, emma can remember the gentle kindness of sung-joo and musica, demons who’s religion doesn’t allow them to eat humans of not “pure” origin. they also taught them how to survive, hunt, how to not be noticed. those “heartless demons” saved her precious family’s life once again. then she thinks back to those villages, filled with stocks upon selections of cheap, dirty meat, but even then demons struggled to eat food, families of these demons — just like there’s. since the very beginning, her big plan was to somehow rework the sacred promise and be able to cross into the human world safely. ideally, with no conflict on either side. norman hasn’t seen any of what she’s experienced on the outside. she desperately wanted to explain why this isn’t right calmly, reason with him, suggest another way. but it comes out as:
“ are out of your mind ?! — ” her voice heightens, pitch slightly shrilled and even a little fearful. just recalling that look of vindication in his blue eyes ( before filled with such love and compassion ) while he promoted mass-murder, well, simply put, it scared her to death. and she didn’t like it, not one bit. “ y-you can’t be serious … norman… ? ”how many decades had it been since her tone sounded so feeble? that institution he stayed at, did they change him, or was this all of his own accord — it terrified her just to theorize about it. “ this isn’t the way, and before you say anything i know very well of w-what they’re capable of. ” it once didn’t cross her mind that demons weren’t anything but heartless, ruthless murderers, who only worried about if their next meal. but so much has changed, with everything that’s happened, emma is confident that this is wrong and couldn’t hope to be right. “ listen to me — you haven’t seen what me and ray have. there are demons who don’t eat human- meat a-at all. ” her fists tighten, stance turning more defensive trying to make her point across. “ in fact, if it weren’t for one of them, ray would’ve been sent back to gracefield to die ! ” chills run down her spine at the mere memory, but she continues pressing onward: “ there are villages of demons, they … h-have culture, families, i saw two little children when w-we went to acquire information. ” this wasn’t right at all — nor was it morally okay. her stomach twisted in all kinds of directions just imagining raising a gun to a child, human or not, to slay them at a chance for freedom. “ are you going to eradicate demons who willingly choose not to eat meat, or a newborn, who has no knowledge of the world, naive and innocent, norman — ” you can’t be serious. you can’t do this. her eyes shut once more, throat dry as she inhales hesitantly. she wasn’t the same, naive little girl that could be manipulated or tricked into “agreeing” with a heinous action such as this. it hadn’t worked back then, and it wasn’t going to now. call her stubborn as a mule, whatever, but she isn’t going to budge at all.
her green eyes slowly reopen, a look of overwhelming sadness overtaking features, as if the girl hadn’t wanted to speak her next words --- but they had to be spoken, made loud and clear: “ i’m s-sorry but …. i can’t and never will support something like this. there has to be another way. ” and neither will emma accept anything but another solution, plain and simple.
@vestigares thanks i hate it .
pretends to be asleep and nuzzles his face against her stomach.
" Geez, "
A light breath, as her attention shifts from her book and onto Norman. Smile emerges on her countenance, as her fingers reach to run through his locks. She never told him this, but she admired how well-kept his hair was— how soft it seemed, and how it glistened against the sun. She tries to keep still, making sure not to wake him up from his little 'nap' as she brushes some of his hair to the side to get a good look at his face.
" At least tell me when you're going to sleep, " a hushed tone, as her gaze softens at the sight of his eyes. Peaceful. " Norman ... "
“ i like seeing you smile. ”
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" — ... "
Speechless at his notion, her lips were left agape shortly before her cheeks found themselves reddening— something that happens easily around Norman in particular. He was always like this, making such embarrassing remarks in the most unprecedented of times. It made butterflies flutter in her stomach, and it was an entirely new feeling with every phrase he spoke for her.
A small sigh leaves her lips. " There's ... nothing special about it... " She says, looking to the side. " You're too much for me, Norman ... "
‘ sarada. you’ll catch a cold out here. ’ wraps a blanket around her.
She's already begun to sneeze, as they were left on lookout for a suspected break-in. It was deep in the evening, the chill of the night got to her. Once she hears Norman's voice, she lowers her binoculars, surprised by the blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
"Thanks." she says, before a thought inters her head. "Would... you like to..."
The words trail off a little, the girl's gaze averting from his. Her cheeks were reddening, clearly a little embarrassed by what she was to offer. After all, it was the only blanket in their kit. She didn't want him to get cold, either.
"Do you want to share the blanket with me, Norman?" She turns back to him. "I... don't want you getting cold, either."
