Vashonn"Do you even know what that does to you?" Floure questioned Emmett and he knew she had every right to be worried. But also with that, he was well aware of what the Desert Flower is capable of. "Eyes red as blood, profuse sweating, and an overheated body...," that of course those were the effects lasting only for short moments after intake, which was obvious because he has never exhibited amongst the others those reactions once far after he had drugged himself up. As for the more damaging, he believed it be better for him to submit to the daily doses rather that suffer the risk of suicide. For it all boils do to which he rather have- sorrow or fury, he casts his best bets with a hot head. Progressing into maiden's words, Emmett was quite surprised for her to propose that she stay with him in some sense of supervision. Not that he did not trust her, but Emmett had suspected being caught was the worse known situation. Yet he never pictured Floure confronting him, perhaps due to his attempts to avoid her, thus preventing any awkward contact as he ever bore little to no company with girls his age. Even in his escapes in the tavern back home, Emmett skipped over any flirting with wenches and instead jump straight into fist-fights. But none the less, Floure definitely has his attention, even before this dreadful event.
"Does your uncle know about this?" What would Rook think of the situation? Emmett does have a clear prediction, but its fair enough to say that his uncle has far share of mysteries. Why can't Emmett be just as sneaky? He was not jeopardizing the rest of the group, just so long as he remain with caution, the kid found no harm in it rather than the harm against himself. But by Floure's response, his addiction was nothing he wished to share with the others. "No, just you. Look, I've been careful by tying my wrist to a tree using my rope so I don't wander off... I just need to keep this as a secret-- you need to keep this as a secret, please." He would have gone into more detail, but he did not know how long he had before they were both found.
Speaking of which, soon enough they were, so Emmett did it. He had to think fast because he could see a figure in the dark. Floure meant well when she was looking over her shoulder, but Emmett was at an advantage since could view what was directly behind her. Emmett did not care who it was, he had put his insurance into something. So, because Emmett is one with speed, or at least makes an effort to advance that aspect, it was in the blink of a second that he made a daring snap decision, not thinking of the consequences.
Emmett locked his lips with Floure's. The kiss came off more aggressive than intended, perhaps it was because of his sudden jolt to it, leaving him with no gentler approach. He felt bad throughout it all, he didn't think he was ready for it and feared that Floure would hate him afterwards, even then it was obvious to her that he was holding back. He wanted to hold her hand or hug his arms around her shoulders, though it was that fear again, scared that those things would only make it worse. In the end, he cut it off short, just as long as he had estimated who ever was out there would at least get a glimpse.
Stepping back, Emmett knew all he had left was to turn his eyes onto the intruder. Please be Othen, please be Othen, please be Othen, He kept chanting in his head in the rare moments that he thinks quietly to himself. Out all of the other explorers, he tagged along with Othen the most, thus he rather had been interrupted by a man he saw both as a buddy and a rivalry. But instead, just the person he did not want to see. It was Grace O’Faolain, or who Emmett has dubbed as, the Matriach.
Emmett just did something he regrets, something that he feared Floure would hate him for, all because that person was lurking about. He just wanted to be left alone, that was all he wanted the entire night. But if not, he was ready to storm.
All he had were short simply words to Grace, "Piss off."
"Does your uncle know about this?" What would Rook think of the situation? Emmett does have a clear prediction, but its fair enough to say that his uncle has far share of mysteries. Why can't Emmett be just as sneaky? He was not jeopardizing the rest of the group, just so long as he remain with caution, the kid found no harm in it rather than the harm against himself. But by Floure's response, his addiction was nothing he wished to share with the others. "No, just you. Look, I've been careful by tying my wrist to a tree using my rope so I don't wander off... I just need to keep this as a secret-- you need to keep this as a secret, please." He would have gone into more detail, but he did not know how long he had before they were both found.
Speaking of which, soon enough they were, so Emmett did it. He had to think fast because he could see a figure in the dark. Floure meant well when she was looking over her shoulder, but Emmett was at an advantage since could view what was directly behind her. Emmett did not care who it was, he had put his insurance into something. So, because Emmett is one with speed, or at least makes an effort to advance that aspect, it was in the blink of a second that he made a daring snap decision, not thinking of the consequences.
Emmett locked his lips with Floure's. The kiss came off more aggressive than intended, perhaps it was because of his sudden jolt to it, leaving him with no gentler approach. He felt bad throughout it all, he didn't think he was ready for it and feared that Floure would hate him afterwards, even then it was obvious to her that he was holding back. He wanted to hold her hand or hug his arms around her shoulders, though it was that fear again, scared that those things would only make it worse. In the end, he cut it off short, just as long as he had estimated who ever was out there would at least get a glimpse.
Stepping back, Emmett knew all he had left was to turn his eyes onto the intruder. Please be Othen, please be Othen, please be Othen, He kept chanting in his head in the rare moments that he thinks quietly to himself. Out all of the other explorers, he tagged along with Othen the most, thus he rather had been interrupted by a man he saw both as a buddy and a rivalry. But instead, just the person he did not want to see. It was Grace O’Faolain, or who Emmett has dubbed as, the Matriach.
Emmett just did something he regrets, something that he feared Floure would hate him for, all because that person was lurking about. He just wanted to be left alone, that was all he wanted the entire night. But if not, he was ready to storm.
All he had were short simply words to Grace, "Piss off."
