#featuring: emma martin (lupaeus)

[esoterium]

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059. a public transit stop as rain is pouring down . { bucky mayhaps ? }

hands shoved into the pockets of his leather coat, bucky keeps his chin tucked towards the collar as the rain pours down all around the tiny shelter inside the bus stop. damn. shoulda taken the subway. but here we are. standing outside. pouring ass rain. watching people fight for cabs like it's the end of the world. nah. he'll wait for the bus. his apartment's not far away. only the walk there would be misery. nothing he hasn't experienced before. why suffer when there's the miracles of public transit, right?

only this thing's leaking like a sonofabitch. blue eyes squint as he looks up and takes another step to the side rather than experience some sorta nyc transit dealt torture at the drip, drip, drip on his forehead. let's not think about that. he blows out a breath and turns his attention to the woman who dashes in to stand at his side. she's wet. very wet. honestly. kinda makes him grin. his eyes light up. he almost laughs. seeing her dripping as bad as she is.

shit. she noticed.

he turns his attention back down to his shoes. busted. eyes flare wide towards the ground. ceeks dust a light color of pink. he doesn't say a damn WORD. obviously, the man's embarrassed at being caught. even cursing himself out in his brain. yep. that's a thing. how long til that bus? good fifteen or twenty minutes? hell. this isn't gonna be awkward at all.

[lasthymn]

@lupaeus || scenarios that make me chef's kiss || accepting!

9) sender’s muse kills someone to protect receiver’s muse. receiver approaches to gently calm them down.

oh! oh no!

"emma! stop! don't! she---!" jack watches the limp body of the demon fall to the ground. in the last second, it'd let it's vessel go. released in a cloud of smoke that coiled out of the woman's mouth and barely had time to seep into the ground before emma leapt into action. the cruelest fate was received for her efforts. emma had just murdered a woman who he might've saved. who was a victim as much as the demon wanted him, wanted them to be. and he sees that realization dawn upon her paling face. lips hang open as he looks down at the crumpled form of the woman and he can already sense she's gone. there is no bringing her back from the edge of death. she was pushed over it in an instant.

jack wishes he could lie to emma. tell her that the horror on her face was wrong to feel. that she'd released the woman by murdering her but--he doesn't lie well. it makes him sick. sicker than the twisting feeling in his stomach that is HORRIBLE to feel. that makes him swallow hard to stop himself from gagging. emma is backing up. round eyes staring between him and the body. he needs to get her out of here. get her away. get her out of this place so she stops SEEING IT.

the overwhelming want to make her feel safe. to make her understand she was only doing what she felt was right. was necessary. was saving HIM. oh! here comes the guilt. guilt for making her feel like she needed to because he couldn't shake himself free from being AFRAID in that split second where the demon had threatened his family if he didn't listen. how he could turn that fear into anger and stop it from SPEAKING the horrible things it was saying. how he'd stumbled in his convictions in those handful of seconds that she acted on his behalf. and now. now there are consequences for them both and he's so sorry.

he's gripping her arms, pulling her into him. his hold on her is tight and warm and loving as he wills them anywhere other than here and in an instant--they are. a meadow inside a clearing half a county away. standing on the edge of a river. crystal clear water bubbles behind them from a waterfall. and his hands are cupping her face, fingers stroking her cheeks reassuringly. like cas does to him. a touch so gentle. so flittering and light, it's as if she's crafted from the most fragile glass one could ever touch. one wrong move, it could shatter. "you were only helping. you only did what you saw you needed to do. it's okay. it's okay to make mistakes. i make them all the time. especially when i am trying to help. shhhh. shhhh." imploring eyes widen in non-judgement and UNDERSTANDING. "you wanted to do good. i'm sorry.."

[ripk0l]

emma martin favorite picture in kol's phone. featuring @lupaeus.