ššššš Ā : Ā Ā their house on magnolia ridge.
from the moment selin said the words i want a divorce his life has been paperwork. someone who knew him intimately āā maybe the only one who knew him better than he knew himself āā turned into someone he only saw with their lawyers present. all these months and he was still holding on to some delusions that sheād take it all back and theyād be good again. mostly, emmett just misses her āā and maybe thatās why heād texted last night, only a little spurned on by liquid courage, asking if she would come pick up some paltry things heād found in the back of the closet. they meant nothing to her. still, the excuse worked, and here she was, standing before him in the same house theyād mapped out their futures in. futures that were steadily dispersing, spilled away from one another. it still hurts to lay his eyes on her. the same way angels are hard to look at, he presumes, though he does his best to keep his gaze steady as he brings the box down on the table between them. his throat clears. ā take your time lookinā through it ā¦ let me know if i missed anything. ā
horror paints a picture over his features. heās seen plenty an eating contest before but they never fail to elicit the same unease every single time. ā i think theyāve already cleared a world record. or maybe i just underestimate professional wiener eaters too much. ā whispers back to the other, not looking away from the event for a few beats before he finally turns his face to the side. ā iām gonna say say ā¦ thirty max before someone gives out. whatāre we putting on it? ā
unsure why heās paying so much attention when he can barely down half a slush without feeling like heās got a sugar rush. still, emmett gives loren his all, nodding dutifully along to every movement. he imagines himself filing this information away in a little brain cabinet a - la that one spongebob episode, and just like spongebob, heās likely to forget it as soon as it goes into his mind palace. still, for a brief moment a mental avatar of him is imagined, following the ritual, constructing a frankensteinās monster of ice. ā ā¦ right. ā is the first word that leaves him. the slush does look appetizing, though the way browns gaze might have one think he believes it to be radioactive. call it his resting suspicious face. ā itās not that i donāt appreciate this wisdom, but ā¦ iām more of a classic coca cola slush guy. cherry gives me toothaches. ā he does his best little sheepish grin, hand on his chest like heās apologizing for some grave miscalculation. ā yours looks nice, though. real patriotic. ābout to start singinā the whole āā whatās it again āā rockets red glare ā¦ ā
was that EMMETT QASIM i just saw over at FRANKāS ? you know, the TWENTY EIGHT year old FIREFIGHTER thatās been around willow glen for HIS ENTIRE LIFE. people around town say they can somehow both be RIGID and ADROIT, but if you were to ask them, theyād probably say theyāre more like JAZZ SOUNDING SMOOTH FROM AN OLD RECORD JUST WAITING TO SCRATCH, SOUTHERN DRAWL SPILLING EASY FROM HIS TONGUE, THE HEART - PUMPING RUSH OF DANGER SPILLING DOWN A BODY & AN OLD LULLABY HUMMED UNDER HIS BREATH. the town sure has been rumbling about them lately, apparently they WERE ADOPTED AS A BABY AND ONLY JUST STARTED RECONNECTING WITH HIS BIRTH FAMILY ā¦ but who knows if thatās true, i guess iāll just have to stop by MAGNOLIA RIDGE and find out !
raised by a preschool teacher & an emt, emmett has always been a responsible one. the first to raise his hand in class, the only one to offer honesty, somewhere between teacherās pet and a little bit of class clown. the type to be strict & still manage to charm the shit out of you. and maybe he has an easy home life to thank for that: two parents who, after years of trying, finally got their miracle baby & loved him down to his bones āā what else were they going to create but a well - rounded son who exudes love with every step he takes ?
always has a plan b. always has his eyes on a way out, or a way to make things better, even if his plans donāt always work out. terrified of failure & of being a failure. dislikes too much change & turmoil even if he faces it head - on. never the prom king, but thatās alright with him āā his reputationās damn near spotless otherwise. kind emmett, dependable emmett, friendly neighborhood fireman. privately, he has a tendency to feel too much too quickly, a well of emotions he does his best to keep hidden. anyone can depend on him, but he doesnāt want to depend on anyone.
heavily scarred (burned) on the left side of his body (mostly his arm and side) from an accident that occurred in december while he was off - duty, which he has been forcing his body to recover from ever since, much to doctorsā chagrin and growing concern. during his hospitalization he was contacted by a woman claiming to be his birth mother, & while heās been speaking to her, he hasnāt informed his family of what he mightāve learned. terrified to face the truth. more of a coward than he thinks he is, emotionally.
loves his job fiercely but has been borderline obsessively throwing himself at it as soon as he got the all clear that he could return.
was married. is married, technically, though the divorce gets closer and closer to being finalized every day, to the same person heās been with since high school. doesnāt know how to not be married. doesnāt know how to navigate a world that had once seemed simple and spelled out but now is tumbling, twisting, tearing itself apart. doesnāt know how to explain that heās grieving more than a relationship, but doesnāt want anyone to know either, lest he exhaust them with his honesty. wears his ring on a chain but who knows how long thatāll last ?
his dog is genuinely his son. one of those annoying dog ppl. walks him every morning. biggest dispute of custody throughout the divorce process.
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