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lovely_ambition) wrote2010-02-03 07:27 pm
lovely_ambition) wrote2010-02-03 07:27 pm
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Drabble-Month: Day #3
Sometimes, Emma wonders, if she’s become paranoid in her old age. It’s not that she’s old, but when she grew up at the tender age of five, every year after that seems long and stretched, a shadow drawn out too many steps on the pavement. Sean’s got this way of wearing his emotions on his sleeve and so she’s caught him looking at her and Mickey, grinding his teeth until they just might break. This time, though, it’s her turn to watch and wonder.
She’s drinking from the hotel bar and watching Sean lean forwardly eagerly, laughing at some joke Ash has just told while Sean’s gaze is rapt on Ash’s fingers as he deals cards. She must be going mad, but she could swear that there’s something more to Sean’s expression beyond respect and admiration.
Funny. She’d always thought Ash had something of a paternal love for Sean, but that doesn’t seem to be the vibe she’s picking up on and she knows vibes.
She sips at her drink and stares at the both of them until she feels a light touch to her elbow. “Has something intrigued you, my dear?” Albert wonders cordially as Emma keeps her gaze on Sean and Ash, touching and tapping fingers as they play card tricks and share wry smiles.
“Yeah,” she says, a million miles away. “Yeah, I think it has.”
She’s drinking from the hotel bar and watching Sean lean forwardly eagerly, laughing at some joke Ash has just told while Sean’s gaze is rapt on Ash’s fingers as he deals cards. She must be going mad, but she could swear that there’s something more to Sean’s expression beyond respect and admiration.
Funny. She’d always thought Ash had something of a paternal love for Sean, but that doesn’t seem to be the vibe she’s picking up on and she knows vibes.
She sips at her drink and stares at the both of them until she feels a light touch to her elbow. “Has something intrigued you, my dear?” Albert wonders cordially as Emma keeps her gaze on Sean and Ash, touching and tapping fingers as they play card tricks and share wry smiles.
“Yeah,” she says, a million miles away. “Yeah, I think it has.”