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WHO: Emerald and Mercury
WHAT: A rough night, some troubling realizations, realizing the apple doesn't fall very far from the tree.
WHEN: Late night/early morning.
WHERE: UF Lounge + Living Space, Room 103
WARNINGS: Alcoholism, mentions of child abuse, mentions of parental murder, mentions of other abusive relationships, accidental abuse, violence, prooobably more but those are the main ones. This thread is full of triggers so you know, don't read it if that's an issue. Mercury and Emerald are incredibly screwed up people and they're going to be dealing with at least a little bit of it in this thread.
[ Emerald was exhausted. Usually she spent her days tricking stupid people into giving up their wallets. Today, she spent it doing a bounty, helping look for Battler's master, and generally being upset that her understanding of Battler had been.. different than she'd hoped. The cold weather certainly didn't help her feel better, since she'd never been great with the cold. When she'd finally given up for the day and crashed on the couch- her couch as she'd come to accept it, putting her at least a step above street rat because she had a couch and a roof over her heard- it wasn't five minutes later until she'd gotten a call.
She didn't have the right to complain about having to go to a bar to pick up Mercury. He'd gone to get her from the brats' house when she needed help. He gave her a place to stay, made sure that she wasn't going to end up starving on the streets. He was the one person who didn't treat her like she was the one who had killed all those people, that Vale was her fault. He may be playing good boy now, but he never decided to turn her over to get into anyone's favor when she had done so many things- obtained weapons and tools for Battler's murder spree, housed him before he found a new master, stole and even killed with no witnesses. He stayed by her side even after she clearly refused to give up on Cinder, even if he didn't understand. He had her back, she would have his.
This wouldn't have been the first time for her to come get him, though she doesn't even know that he remembers the others. The problem with living above the lounge was that it was so easy to access and going to fetch him didn't usually require long travels. She usually just got him upstairs and onto either the couch or the bed, depending on his ability to walk. This time was different. It was further from home, and he was barely coordinated enough to work his legs. It was bad, and she'd only barely made it up stairs with him. The last few stairs, and then.. ]
Watch your step.
[ She made sure to keep his one arm over her shoulders, with hers around his stomach to help him walk. It wasn't very efficient, given he was bigger than her, but it worked. She unlocked the door and pushed it open with a kick, waiting for him to take the first step over the door's threshold, her eyes trained on him. ]
WHAT: A rough night, some troubling realizations, realizing the apple doesn't fall very far from the tree.
WHEN: Late night/early morning.
WHERE: UF Lounge + Living Space, Room 103
WARNINGS: Alcoholism, mentions of child abuse, mentions of parental murder, mentions of other abusive relationships, accidental abuse, violence, prooobably more but those are the main ones. This thread is full of triggers so you know, don't read it if that's an issue. Mercury and Emerald are incredibly screwed up people and they're going to be dealing with at least a little bit of it in this thread.
[ Emerald was exhausted. Usually she spent her days tricking stupid people into giving up their wallets. Today, she spent it doing a bounty, helping look for Battler's master, and generally being upset that her understanding of Battler had been.. different than she'd hoped. The cold weather certainly didn't help her feel better, since she'd never been great with the cold. When she'd finally given up for the day and crashed on the couch- her couch as she'd come to accept it, putting her at least a step above street rat because she had a couch and a roof over her heard- it wasn't five minutes later until she'd gotten a call.
She didn't have the right to complain about having to go to a bar to pick up Mercury. He'd gone to get her from the brats' house when she needed help. He gave her a place to stay, made sure that she wasn't going to end up starving on the streets. He was the one person who didn't treat her like she was the one who had killed all those people, that Vale was her fault. He may be playing good boy now, but he never decided to turn her over to get into anyone's favor when she had done so many things- obtained weapons and tools for Battler's murder spree, housed him before he found a new master, stole and even killed with no witnesses. He stayed by her side even after she clearly refused to give up on Cinder, even if he didn't understand. He had her back, she would have his.
This wouldn't have been the first time for her to come get him, though she doesn't even know that he remembers the others. The problem with living above the lounge was that it was so easy to access and going to fetch him didn't usually require long travels. She usually just got him upstairs and onto either the couch or the bed, depending on his ability to walk. This time was different. It was further from home, and he was barely coordinated enough to work his legs. It was bad, and she'd only barely made it up stairs with him. The last few stairs, and then.. ]
Watch your step.
[ She made sure to keep his one arm over her shoulders, with hers around his stomach to help him walk. It wasn't very efficient, given he was bigger than her, but it worked. She unlocked the door and pushed it open with a kick, waiting for him to take the first step over the door's threshold, her eyes trained on him. ]