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Sep 25, 2015 06:11PM
After a good while, Emerson grew bored of just glowering atop the roof of the lighthouse, and decided to head back to the house, even if it meant just staying in the sunroom. She trudged with her blanket, knife and bottle down from the roof and to their home, careful of everything as it was now quite dark out. When she got to the sunroom, she paused, but realized she should just head to find Bones and apologize, even if she didn't want to. She wrapped the blanket tightly around herself, grateful she didn't hear any screaming in the basement. She made her way upstairs and paused in the doorway of the bedroom, annoyed with the lump that must have been the demon in their bed. "I'm... Sorry," she murmured, not sure if he was awake, but still lingering in the doorway in case she decided to sleep downstairs. "I'm just stressed, and I shouldn't have accused you of lying."
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Bones was half asleep when Emerson spoke, he sighed softly, just hearing in her voice that she probably didn't mean. He sat up anyway and looked at her, studying her for a minute, "Yeah okay" he said and rolled his eyes again. "I just don't get it, why would I even lie about it. Doesn't make any fucking sense" he said and stood up and walked over to her. "But like I said, you can believe whatever you want" he said and walked past her. "Sleeping downstairs" he said, though he knew he probably wouldn't be getting any sleep. Might not even actually be staying in the house for the night to be honest. He really just wanted to go to a bar and well do what he does best.
Emerson kind of flinched when Bones approached her, not sure at what level he was still annoyed or even angry at her with. She froze and let him slip past, swallowing hard before whispering, "Okay." She had been stupid to think he would forgive her, and wasn't about to make excuses that would fit the situation, although she wanted to. That she was stressed, anxious about the next night's events, worried about them in general. She bit down on her lip and stared at the window in their room, waiting until he was downstairs to climb onto the bed, curling up and being swallowed by the blanket again, even though she didn't climb under the comforter.
Bones didn't walking over to the couch, he just simply walked out the door and stood outside for a moment. He breathed in the cool air and sighed softly as he closed his eyes and tried to relax. He was starting to think this whole moving in together had been a bad idea. It's only been a few days, but they were already getting into ridiculous fights that he didn't even understand himself.
At the creak of the front door, Emerson whimpered softly, although she steeled herself. Was Bones leaving this time? Over something stupid like this? He wouldn't; he promised. She curled up even tighter, her entire body hidden beneath the throw blanket. Maybe Bones gave up easily on things and she had never noticed it. She couldn't do anything other than give her apology, though, because the rest was Bones' job. If he threw a tantrum over a stupid drunken sentence, then she could not fix that.
Bones sighed softly and sat on the porch steps of the porch, not going anywhere. He knew that'd be a bad idea, besides he didn't have anywhere to do his thing at. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed again before laying back and looking up at the stars. He shook his head slightly as he thought about how tomorrow would go, not really looking forward to that.
Emerson laid on the bed in her lump of blanket for a while before huffing and scrambling to sit up, bringing the blanket and herself to scoot back against the headboard. Out the window on the wall, she could almost make out Bones sitting on the porch, and she sighed in relief, glad he hadn't left. She leaned her head against the wall, closing her eye for a few moments as she warred in her head on whether or not to go talk to him, but decided against it, not knowing how pissed he was.
Bones sighed softly and shifted slightly to get a little more comfortable, then he just closed his eyes and tried to relax. He wasn't mad anymore, wasn't really mad to begin with, but he was still stressed about everything that was going on. Fuck he hasn't been this stressed since Jacquelyn started first liking boys.
Emerson climbed out of bed to sit down next to the floor-to-ceiling window, which opened out onto one of those 'angsty-teenager smokes out here' sort of roofs. She watched Bones wiggle around a bit on the porch steps, confused about him sleeping out there. She should have offered him the blanket.
Bones sighed softly and opened his eyes, he stared at the stars for a moment before pushing himself up onto his feet and started walking out into the yard. He just really need to relax, so he was going for a small walk. As far as he knew Emerson was asleep so he didn't have to worry about her, and if something happened he's still be able to hear it so that was all that mattered.
Emerson blankly watched Bones pick up and walk away, staring at his back until he was out of sight before standing from the floor and walking back to the bed. She didn't really want to sleep without him, but she was exhausted and drunk and would have rather been in the bed than otherwise, so she slipped under the covers and tried to shut her mind off.
Bones walked for about an hour before going back to the house and flopping down on the couch. He quickly feel into a light sleep and slept through to the morning with Copper laying on his stomach. Wasn't exactly comfortable but she thought she made a good blanket and he wasn't about to argue with her. .
In the morning, Emerson woke up with a pounding headache, but she only had one thing on her mind, so she didn't bother to do anything else before she made her way downstairs, a hand lazily combing through her hair. She found Bones asleep on the couch with Copper atop him, and she sat down with her legs pretzeled on the coffee table, her elbow planted on her leg with her chin resting on her fist as she watched them.
"Is there a reason why your staring at me" Bones asked after a few minutes. He noticed her looking a little while ago, but didn't bother to say anything until now. He opened his eyes and looked up at her as Copper begrudgingly hoped off and walked into the kitchen.
"I'm wondering if you're still upset," Emerson answered, seemingly unfazed by his snippy tone. "If you like, I could you a bunch of excuses as to why I did that last night, but I figured I would cut the bullshit." Although, she was really stressed, but Bones didn't show much of a sign of that being the case for him, so she wasn't about to break down and tell him what was bothering her.
"We're both stressed Emerson, doesn't mean you can get off calling me a liar" Bones said and looked at her for a moment, "Basically told me that you don't trust me, and that's fine" he said and smiled small before standing up and going to feed Copper. "I'm not mad," he said, and he really didn't sound mad at all.
A huff escaped Emerson's lips and she pursed them before standing to follow Bones to the kitchen. Maybe he wasn't mad, but he obviously hadn't forgiven her. "You know I get snippy when I'm drunk, and it was a ridiculous story." She paused, trying to level her emotions before she started up again. "I trust you, I'm just worried. You shouldn't base my trust of you on whether I believe a story, because that's not when it matters." She loitered in the doorway, wrapping her arms around her torso.
"If you can't believe me on some ridiculous story then you won't trust me when it counts either Emerson" Bones said and turned to look at her. "But like I said it doesn't matter. I'm not mad, and theirs nothing to forgive" he said and looked over at her. "It's fine" he said and smiled small. He pulled out Copper's food and poured some into her bowl before putting it away again. After that he looked back over at Emerson and smile. "We should get ready for Malachi" he said, since it was kind of a given that the annoying angel was going to come by.
Emerson did not return the smile, instead frowning. But it was only fair that Bones didn't believe her, as she had accused him of lying the previous day. She just didn't want something going down in front if Malachi or the rebels. "Yeah, you're right. We need to get ready," she replied, slipping past him to fold their clothes from the drier. She stacked hers in one pile and his in another, setting his jeans and shirts down on the counter next to him. She took her own clothing back upstairs and selected a sweater and jeans to wear before making her way to the bathroom to shower.
Bones nodded slightly and grabbed his clothes and got dressed, since he was still only wearing boxers, though he had put shoes on before going outside. He pulled on some dark blue jeans and a grey t-shirt. He sighed softly before grabbing another bottle out of the cupboard and going to the living room to sit down.
Emerson took a longer-than normal shower -well, mostly for her, as Bones' showers were extremely long. After she was finally out, she combed through her hair and braided it before dressing. She even made the bed, although she started to wonder if she was avoiding Bones. She traced the black webbing on her chest, toying with her amulet for a moment before finally making her way back downstairs, finding Bones in the living room with a bottle. She climbed in the chair across from him and leaned her head against it, for a moment not saying anything. "I know you don't think I do, but I trust you," she whispered.
Bones nodded slightly but didn't say anything about, he'd rather just change the subject. "How do you think the rebellion will do against the post" he asked and looked over at her. "We've only met one of em so I guess I can't really judge them on that" he said.
Emerson sighed and pulled her knees to her chest. "I don't know for sure; we've only met Malachi and haven't even seen his fighting skills." So that didn't give her much hope. "I, personally, plan on being far enough away to watch but not so close that they're have a spotter." She picked at a loose thread in the jean of her jeans absently, apparently very interested in it.
Bones nodded slightly in agreement, "Yeah makes sense" he said with a small smile and watched her for a moment before sighing softly. He took a long swig from the bottle before closing his eyes and relaxing into the couch. Though to be honest he wouldn't mind killing a few angels at the moment, or anything to be honest.
Emerson tried to relax but couldn't, staying rigid in her seat for a bit before moving around to get a little more comfortable. She could go for a walk, but didn't want to be gone when Malachi came, and because nothing was going on between her and Bones, the only thing to do seemed to be to sit there and wait.
Bones started watching Emerson again before sighing again, "So what's going to happen here" he asked, meaning between them. He was over what happened the last night and would rather just forget about ti then anything else. "What do you want to do?"
Emerson shifted again. "I would rather drop the weird vibe that's going on; I don't want our time together to be uncomfortable." She bit her lip and finally looked up at Bones. "What do you want?" she asked, hoping his answer would be similar.
Bones sighed softly and nodded slightly, "I'd like the same" he said and ran a hand through his hair. He just wasnt sure if it was possible, they've been doing a lot of fighting lately and he didn't even know what it was about half the time.
"Next time I'm drunk, I'll try not to start something over nothing." Emerson was being a little snarky, but anyway, she stood and walked to the couch, sitting down with a space between them. She sat sideways on the couch so she could face him, propping an arm up on the back of the couch. "Or maybe try not to get drunk at all."
Bones sighed and rolled his eyes slightly, "See now it's comments like that, that get stuff started in the first place" he snapped, really not liking her snarky tone. Seriously the girl couldn't just drop something, "And yeah, maybe" he said and grabbed his bottle before standing up. "Going down to the basement still have a lot of work to do" he said, not really mad, just annoyed.
"Bones," Emerson groaned closing her eyes to reign in her temper. She stood up to follow him and talk. "If I snapped at you every time I didn't like something you said, we would be done." She only stopped at the top of the stairs, turning back around to go find her boots. "I'm going out." Not that he really cared, as long as she didn't get herself killed.
"Well then I guess we're done then" Bones yelled up the stairs, not really giving a fuck where she went. He rolled his eyes slightly and went back upstairs once she was gone. "Come on Copper" he said and walked out the door with the big cat. He needed to clear his head so he walked over to the truck and had his cat jump in the back before pealing out of the drive way. He was going on the hunt, only way he knew how to relax, and it always worked.
Bones' words sent Emerson into a bit if a panic, and once she heard the sound of his truck firing up, she froze and sat down on the bench, her hands shaking a little bit. It shouldn't have bothered her so much; he was obviously speaking to get under her skin, but it did. She took a few calming breaths, which didn't work, and jumped when she heard the sound of mechanical wings. Good, Malachi had come when Bones was gone. Maybe he would miss the raid, but maybe he didn't care.
"How are you feeling?" Malachi sounded genuinely concerned, and Emerson almost didn't shy away when he sat down next to her and brushed his knee against her own. Almost. She told him she was fine, barely glancing up at the dark-haired fallen. "Are you ready to head out for the job? Where's Bones?"
"I'm ready, and he's gone. His loss." She tried to not notice the relief that flooded Malachi's face as she stood and pulled her sweater off to her camisole beneath, her wings growing out from her back. "Let's go, then." A small, angry part of her wanted Bones to see the two flying together, but she didn't know if it would happen, or what his reaction would be.
"How are you feeling?" Malachi sounded genuinely concerned, and Emerson almost didn't shy away when he sat down next to her and brushed his knee against her own. Almost. She told him she was fine, barely glancing up at the dark-haired fallen. "Are you ready to head out for the job? Where's Bones?"
"I'm ready, and he's gone. His loss." She tried to not notice the relief that flooded Malachi's face as she stood and pulled her sweater off to her camisole beneath, her wings growing out from her back. "Let's go, then." A small, angry part of her wanted Bones to see the two flying together, but she didn't know if it would happen, or what his reaction would be.
Bones didn't see them leaving together, and the raid was completely forgotten about. He didn't really give a shit about it anymore anyway, and Emerson could do whatever she wanted. He pulled into the parking lot of a bar and watched it for a while just waiting for some drunk idiot to stumble out of it. He doubted it would be any time soon seeing as it was morning, but he was hoping for some all nigthers from the night before. As he waited he pet Copper.
Emerson froze as Malachi offered her his hand right before she was about to take off, shaking her head no. She may have been pissed, but she loved Bones, and wasn't about to let the angel squirm his way in, in a predator-like way as he saw her in frustration and maybe even pain. She shrugged him off and took a running jump off the cliff, her wings catching the wind. She could feel Malachi's eyes on them, probably admiring their real-ness, but he soon took off after her -anyway, he needed to lead, if they had a specific place to meet.
Surprisingly enough Bones really didn't have to wait long. About ten minutes after he arrived at the bar some guy came stumbling out of the bar, his arm wrapped around some chick. He looked around for a moment before walking over to the couple, who were to drunk to even notice him. Once he was close enough he laid a hand on both of them and then teleported back into his truck. They landed in the back seat and he quickly knocked em both out before they could start screaming. Then he just drove around for a little bit, Copper not in the front seat with him. He just needed to find a place to do his thing because he definitely wasn't going home.
Malachi tried to make conversation, but Emerson kept brushing him up and after a bit, he finally shut up. It wasn't long for Emerson and Malachi to make it to the the outpost, and from a block past the outer edge of the woods that surrounded the post, she could make out a group of people loitering around. The two flew in and landed, Emerson slipping her sweater back on over her body before her wings had even completely melded in. She warranted a few glances from people around, but because who she figured was the leader began to talk, no one really questioned her. The plan for the raid was put through, and as teams began dispersing, Malachi turned to Emerson and gave her a small smile. "I'll stay with you since Bones is gone; I don't want to take a chance with them catching you." Although she wanted to protest, she felt too dull to do so, so she let him lead her through the woods to find a good place to watch.
Bones eventually just took them out of town and dragged them into a forest that was in the middle of know where. He found a clearing and quickly tied them both up before going to work. He started on the guy first, wanting to save the women for last. Why, he didn't know, didn't actually have a reason.
Emerson and Malachi found a resting place within a big tree that was a few hundred yards from the post. Emerson waited until Malachi had settled in to sit down on a branch opposite of him. The raid took a little over half an hour, and it was kind of interesting to watch the rebels go in and take over. They didn't leave any prisoners, and once everything was done and taken care of, the leader had a word with Malachi and Emerson about her coming to see the rebel's base the next day, and the angel agreed.
Bones finished up pretty quickly, not really caring enough to take it slow at the moment. When he was done he left the bodies where they were. He usually would have let Copper eat one of them but he just tore off one of their arms and gave her that instead. They both walked back to the truck and quickly climbed inside. He drove back home and parked his truck back in the driveway, before getting out, holding the door open for Copper. They both went inside and flopped down on the couch, Copper with her nice arm treat.
"Want to go celebrate?" Malachi turned to Emerson, a small smirk forming across his lips. The angel declined, not really in the mood to try and piss Bones off for real. "I'll take you home, then." Although Emerson kind of wanted to be alone, she didn't object, instead taking flight. Malachi led the way back, taking a more leisurely path, and it was nightfall by the time the two finally landed within the backyard of the farmhouse. "So... I'll see you when you make your decision?" Malachi asked, tucking his hands behind his back lazily.
"Yeah, you will." Emerson didn't bother with a goodbye, ignoring Malachi when he asked if something was wrong. She walked the path back up to the farmhouse, holding in her frustrated tears before stepping in to the sunroom, wondering if Bones was back.
"Yeah, you will." Emerson didn't bother with a goodbye, ignoring Malachi when he asked if something was wrong. She walked the path back up to the farmhouse, holding in her frustrated tears before stepping in to the sunroom, wondering if Bones was back.
Bones heard Emerson come back but didn't call out to her or anything. He gently pushed Copper off the couch and laid down relaxing a bit before Copper decided to jump back up on him, the arm she'd been eating abandoned on the floor. Bones wasn't mad anymore, killing that couple really had helped him relax. He was cool as a cucumber.
Emerson made her way from the sunroom to the living-room, slipping off her boots at some point along the path. She stopped when she saw Bones, Copper, and the arm, loitering in the doorway. She didn't say anything at first, but Bones seemed nonchalant, so he had calmed down. Good, she thought. She wasn't really sure how to talk to him, but eventually spoke up. "I went with the rebels to the outpost," she started.
Bones face darkened for a moment, angry that she went without him. He forced himself to calm down though, obviously nothing to terrible happened. "You could have called me" he said, not sounding angry or anything. "Would have liked to have been there" he said. Just because he forgot about it and was mad at her didn't mean he didn't want to be there to protect her.
Emerson bit down hard on her lip, retorts running through her head: How could I have called you?, You seem to have been busy., So you suddenly think I can't take care of myself?; but she spoke none of them, instead silently turning around to leave and head to the kitchen, pulling down a glass for water. She knew he would be pissed if Malachi had temporarily taken Bones' place.
Bones closed his eyes when she didn't saw anything, her silence speaking volumes. He shook his head slightly and tried calming the anger that seemed to still be burning in his gut. He didn't know why but recently everything seemed to get on his nerves, even the smallest things seem to be setting him off. For that reason he just didn't say anything else, deciding that silence for the time being was better then fighting, not that he had planned on starting one. Just figured that's where it would lead eventually.
Emerson drank one glass, filling another before walking back into the living room, sitting down in the chair across Bones. He looked like he was still fuming, which was ridiculous. She set the glass down on the table and decided to at least tell him about it. "Their numbers are pretty hefty, even just from what I saw. They took out the post in less than half an hour." Maybe Bones wouldn't do anything with this information, but she wanted to tell him about it so he knew her side, no matter what he decision was.
Bones nodded slightly, "That's good" he said and looked over at her a moment. "I'm guessing you want to join them then" he said mare as a statement then anything else. He still didn't trust them especially after what happened to her. Then there was also the fact that he was positive that Malachi wanted in her pants, group may want her but the angel man only had one thing on his mind.
"I-" Emerson paused. "I'm not sure. I'm not really happy with what happened the other day, obviously, and I'm not going to do it if you think it's a bad idea..." That wasn't exactly true; with the strain on them right then, she wasn't inclined to follow his beck and call. "I wish you had been there," she said honestly.
"You should have called me. We still have cell phones you know" Bones said and looked at her, again his voice wasn't angry or strained it was just a statement. "Just because I was annoyed doesn't mean I didn't want to be there" he said and sighed softly. "What are we doing" he asked and carefully pushed Copper off of him before sitting up. "Lately all we seem to be doing is fighting and have the time it's over nothing. There's a problem here and if it's ever going to be fixed we have to figure out what it is"
