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Kara x Zephyrine
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Sep 27, 2015 12:00PM
"I don't know what it is. Maybe it's living together," Emerson suggested, not really wanting to admit that that was the problem, but it probably wasn't helping. "If... if I join the rebels, they told me the soldiers have an option of living on or off base. I can move there." She pulled her knees to her chest, knowing she would rather live with Bones than anywhere near Malachi or the demon that had attacked her, but she didn't know what Bones wanted to do.
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"Yeah that probably has something to do with it, but with everything going on I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone for that long" Bones said and sighed softly, "Not saying you can't take care of yourself, but you heard what the old angel guy said. You're at a great risk now, have to be careful around demons, and we still don't know who attacked you in the first place"
"I know." Emerson groaned softly, closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths. "Nobody even said anything about what had happened, so I'm not sure if Malachi didn't tell them, or they don't care... Or if it was on purpose, to make me feel like I owe him something." The angel sighed and ran a hand over her face.
"If I was going to guess I'd say it was the last one" Bones said honestly, "Or some rendition of that. I mean it's obvious he has the sweets for ya" he said and sighed softy. "Maybe he figured you'd see him as the knight and shining armor or something I don't know. But I doubt the attack on you was suppose to go down like that" he said, thinking that actually meant to kidnap her, not just slash her neck and chest. "I mean is there anything special about female angels, as to why they'd really really want on in their group, other then they're rare I mean"
Emerson rolled her eyes, pissed with Bones' constant 'you aren't special' mindset. "Well, if my species and gender combination are as low in population as Malachi made it seem, then they would need to make sure they have one for... breeding." A foul taste felt in her mouth at the thought of that. "I won't be joining if I get the sense that's what they actually want me for." It was disgusting. She didn't think she cared enough of the angels to do that for the rebels.
Bones sighed softly when he saw her roll her eyes, he hadn't meant that as a dig to her, he had just wanted to know if they had some special power or thing about them in general. He said one thing in the heat of an argument and it was going to follow him around, that's just great. "That could be it I guess" he said and nodded slightly, "Though if that was the case I doubt they'd let me be in the picture, because we both know I wouldn't be letting that shit happen" he said and thought a moment. "No I think the just want you because well they need number, and you're another angel to add to the list of people that hate the legion. I haven't actually seen you fight so I can't say much on that subject"
Emerson chewed on the inside of her cheek, staring at him blankly. "I don't think they would go to such trouble for one angel, especially since they know little of what I can do." Neither do you, she added in her head. "And maybe they think you won't care what they do to me." She wasn't sure if he did, although he kept claiming so. She swallowed hard and dragged a nail across the knee of her jeans. "Maybe they have a different plan in the case that you join with me." She didn't really care what his opinion was, anyway. If he thought he could get away with being an ass and then inserting his thoughts, she wouldn't listen.
"What trouble they haven't really done anything other then follow us around" Bones snapped and shook his head slightly before standing up. She was so hard to talk to sometimes. It wasn't really what she said it was just her tone, which sound sissy, but he could always tell she was holding something back. And since one of his powers was reading people, he could tell she was still pissed at him, for what he had no fucking idea. He was just trying to figure this shit out, if she wanted to be a bitch that was fine by him. He ran his hands through his hair as he paced along the living room. "And to be honest after what happened with the other demon can you really do anything" he asked and looked over at her. "Not trying to be mean but the angel guy said that to a demon my age you'd be no stronger then a human. The same probably goes for stronger angels right." he said talking out loud as he figured it out. "Not saying you don't have fighting" skills I'm sure you do, but will you still have the strength and power to back them up" he said still pacing. "And if not maybe they did plan the attack, so it it was just a breeding thing then you wouldn't be able to fight back if you didn't agree. And I'm sure they know about our issues, Malachi is probably listening right now. So they figure I won't be an issue for them much longer either" he said, still just thinking out loud. "And before you go into bitch mode I don't really give a fuck what you do" he said and looked over at her with a blank expression. "I love you, and I don't want you getting hurt, and I don't want this to end. But this obviously isn't working out the way it used too. If we don't figure it out soon then there probably won't be anything to fix. So cut the attitude, I can always tell what your thinking, it's one of my powers, not like Jacquelyn's but close enough. I'm not some sissy bot who just gets pissed at your snarky comments. I get pissed when I can tell that you mean em, that your not just running your mouth or saying something in the heat of the moment."
Emerson's heart was doing a funny beating thing, and she just stared at Bones. "You're blaming this on me?" she demanded, her expression icy. Never mind for now the panic that the idea of force breeding had sent her into. She stood up and pushed past Bones, walking out of the living room and upstairs. Maybe he didn't trust her to take care of herself, but she was leaving. She wasn't really sure where she was going to go, but it wouldn't be with Malachi, and she didn't want to stay with Bones. She packed her bag up, too angry to be thankful she had never unpacked much, or to notice that everything she touched was left with a trail of ice.
"No I don't blame you" Bones said and hurried after her not wanting her to leave. "Please just listen. I know I over react to the things you say, same way you do this the things I say. I'm just trying to say that I know most of the things you say to me you mean" he said and stood in front of the doorway of the bedroom, not letting her pass. "Please, I just want to talk this out like adults. I think we're both old enough to be able to do that" he said and looked at her. He wouldn't make her stay, but he wouldn't let her leave without some sort of fight either. "Like right now how did this fight here even start?" he asked, not even knowing himself. "Someone mistook something the other said and then we both got angry. We need to stop doing that, that's where most of our fights start from"
Emerson slowly stopped the packing, setting her bag down to look up at Bones in the doorway. "I haven't done anything, Bones. You suddenly can't take an off-handed comment without freaking out." Her cheeks were pale as opposed to red with frustration. "You obviously misread everything I'm saying, but I can't stay here with you when you make me feel like shit." She looked down at her bags, her eyes bloodshot. "And maybe I am." Her eyes cut back up to him, the fury not et subsided. "I'm not going to stay with you when I see you start to turn into Kylist; I'm not going to wait to leave when you finally blow up."
Bones gaped at her, "You really think I'm going to start hitting you" he asked in surprise, more hurt then angry that she thought that. He looked down at the ground and sighed before stepping aside, "If you really think that then I agree you should leave because there's nothing left here" he said with a sigh and looked back up at her, the pain that he finally knew what she thought of him evident in his eyes. "And I'm sorry if I freaked out more then usual, been really stressed, just like you Emerson" he said and walked away from the bedroom door and back downstairs. Though he went to the sun room rather then sitting in the living room. He sat down on the couch there and sighed softly as he looked out the window.
Emerson huffed before her shoulders slumped, realizing she had spoken that wrong. She did finish packing, though, knowing he probably wouldn't forgive her after that. She grabbed her bags and shouldered them, setting them at the front door before weaving back to find Bones. She sighed when she finally found him, and loitered in the doorway without stepping out to see him. "Crispin, I don't think you will hit me, but every time you get upset I don't see you, I see Kylist. I'm scared, and I know I can't do anything to defend myself against any demon, let alone someone like your father. I'm going to end up getting you killed." She wrung her hands, biting and pulling against her lip. "I love you, though," she added in a whisper before finally turning to leave.
Bones didn't say anything as she turned to leave, everything she said just cemented in his mind that she didn't trust him, just like he'd though. If she did she wouldn't ever be worried about him hitting her, even with her past. As much as he loved her and didn't want her to leave he wasn't sure they could fix this, wasn't sure there was even anything left to fix.
Emerson couldn't tell whether she was grateful or otherwise that Bones didn't stop her, but breaking up for now was the best idea. She grabbed her bags at the front door, slipping out and shutting it behind her. She slipped off her sweater, barely registering that it was snowing, and did not jump when Bones' theory that Malachi had been listening in proved true. Fury flooded back into her face as he said, "Let me help you take those to the base."
"I'm not going to the base," Emerson growled, her voice radiating her emotions even more than her face and posture as she took a step back from him. Before he could protest, she took off, her wings snapping out. She would find a hotel or something to stay in until she could find an apartment, or just plain leave the town. She didn't want Malachi's help, and by the absence of the creaking of his wings, she knew he had stayed behind.
"I'm not going to the base," Emerson growled, her voice radiating her emotions even more than her face and posture as she took a step back from him. Before he could protest, she took off, her wings snapping out. She would find a hotel or something to stay in until she could find an apartment, or just plain leave the town. She didn't want Malachi's help, and by the absence of the creaking of his wings, she knew he had stayed behind.
Bones heard the conversation and growled before standing up and going outside. Emerson was already gone but he saw Malachi and he was pissed. "I told you if I ever found out you were eavesdropping again I would kill you" he hissed and grabbed the guy. Then before he could even do anything he snapped his neck. "Turns out I wasn't lying" he said before going back inside. He didn't know if Malachi was strong enough to survive something like that and he honestly didn't care.
It took Malachi a good few hours, but he did eventually wake up. He stood up and flew off, not wanting to stay anywhere near Bones.
Emerson finally found a small, fairly decent hotel to stay in. As she flopped onto the bed, she finally caught her first not-angry breath and relaxed, although that was hard without her Bones. The things she had said had ended up seeming quite permanent, and she didn't think he would let them go. She crawled under the covers, momentarily wishing she had grabbed the blanket.
Emerson finally found a small, fairly decent hotel to stay in. As she flopped onto the bed, she finally caught her first not-angry breath and relaxed, although that was hard without her Bones. The things she had said had ended up seeming quite permanent, and she didn't think he would let them go. She crawled under the covers, momentarily wishing she had grabbed the blanket.
After a while Bones went upstairs and took a shower, since he was still covered in blood from when he killed the couple. He stayed in there for a while, going over in his head everything that happened with Emerson. After a while though he forced himself to stop thinking about it, because he knew it wouldn't do any good. When he got out of the shower, he dried off a bit and didn't even bother with a pair of boxers before walking over to the bed and laying down.
It took a while for Emerson to actually settle down, uncomfortable with the unfamiliar blanket and not having Bones next to her. She finally drifted off, though, only to wake up several times in the middle of the night to reach for him. Each time, she groaned when she remembered what had happened, and she finally grabbed her seraph blade, hoping holding that would give her some sense of safety.
Bones didn't get any sleep at all, just rolled around restlessly for most of the night. Until he gave up and crawled out from under the covers. He quickly got dressed and went down to the basement, planning on having it all cleaned out by the next day at least. Plus cleaning helped him clear his mind, as much as he hated doing it.
After Emerson kind f sat up in bed until sunrise, she finally fell asleep for a couple hours, eventually waking up and getting ready for the day of checking out apartments. She was now just sad, not even angry anymore, but she showered and dressed, combing through her hair as she locked up her hotel room to head out. She had kind of debated in her sleepless hours on whether she could just go back to the shop, but decided it was too soon for that, although maybe she could eventually.
After a while Bones grew tried of cleaning the basement and went upstairs. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey out of the cupboard and walked to the sun-room. He flopped down on the couch and chugged the bottle twice before looking out the window, his eyes not even registering the view. He just stared blankly, not looking at anything.
Emerson walked around town for a bit, a small part of her kept an eye out for someone she wanted to see, but she knew that was ridiculous. She found a complex she liked from the outside, stepping in to the lobby to inquire about settling in there. To her surprise and excitement, it was a month-by-month, no contract sort of place, so that meant if she decided to move back to the shop, or... Or if she made up with Bones, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. She knew she had to stop thinking about the two like that; he had been so hurt by her honesty, and she didn't think it was very fixable. She missed him, though, and kept musing about what he would think of the apartment as she was shown around.
After a while the bottle was finished and Bones was sort of drunk, even so he forced himself up into a standing position and went to feed Copper. She'd been bugging him about it for about an hour so he figured he should do that. Once she was feed he went outside and walked to the lighthouse, remembering the night he and Emerson were there. Of course it was ruined by Malachi, who he sadly noticed wasn't still laying limp in his back yard.
Emerson took care of the technical things for the apartment -papers, money transactions, bleh- and headed back to her hotel room to grab stuff and check out. Gratefully enough, the apartment was one of those fancy 'partly-furnished' type places and though the bed didn't have a mattress, there was a couch, which she wouldn't mind sleeping on for a while. After she dropped that off, she headed to the store to buy some things, determined to live off bare minimum. She thought about going on a photography outing later, but realized he was pretty sure she had left that bag with her camera and the drawn picture of her in the bedroom at Bones' house, and she wasn't about to go back to get it just then.
Bones walked past the lighthouse, not really wanting anything to do with it at the moment. He was just going on a walk for the moment, and if he happened to come across someone, well bad luck for them. He was in the killing mode, just to lazy to actually actively go out and find someone. So he just went on a walk, if it happens it happens. As much as he hated what happened with Emerson, and as much as it was killing him he knew he had to move on. Forget ab out the past and just keep moving. That's how he's survived this long.
Emerson made lazy of the shopping trip, especially now that she didn't have anything else to do that day, which sucked. As she paused in an aisle, trying to reach something on a taller shelf, she felt someone come up behind her and press their front to her back to grab the item she was trying to get. Emerson stiffened and slid out from between the person and shelf. "Don't you fucking touch me, Malachi," Emerson hissed as soon as she saw who it was. "Stop following me around!"
Malachi dropped the thing he had grabbed for her in her cart before crossing his arms loosely over his chest. "You're making a scene," he stated, one side of his lips pursed as he studied something on the shelf. "I just want to know when you're coming to base."
"I'm not joining," Emerson replied with a huff. "I can't be around demons, and i don't have anyone to trust there. I'm not joining," she repeated.
"Oh, but you have me," Malachi purred, taking a step forward at her.
"Fuck off, Malachi," Emerson hissed, backing up and turning away out the aisle.
Malachi tsk-ed, and followed after her, though he kept a safe distance. "Such a foul mouth. I bet you got it from your pet." Emerson's eyes narrowed and she turned to face him. "Too bad he doesn't need you anymore." Fury flashed across Emerson's face again, and she gritted her teeth.
((What do you think about them telling her they know about his father, and someone told him where they are (but they haven't)?))
Malachi dropped the thing he had grabbed for her in her cart before crossing his arms loosely over his chest. "You're making a scene," he stated, one side of his lips pursed as he studied something on the shelf. "I just want to know when you're coming to base."
"I'm not joining," Emerson replied with a huff. "I can't be around demons, and i don't have anyone to trust there. I'm not joining," she repeated.
"Oh, but you have me," Malachi purred, taking a step forward at her.
"Fuck off, Malachi," Emerson hissed, backing up and turning away out the aisle.
Malachi tsk-ed, and followed after her, though he kept a safe distance. "Such a foul mouth. I bet you got it from your pet." Emerson's eyes narrowed and she turned to face him. "Too bad he doesn't need you anymore." Fury flashed across Emerson's face again, and she gritted her teeth.
((What do you think about them telling her they know about his father, and someone told him where they are (but they haven't)?))
((Yeah that would be cool.))Bones didn't end up finding anyone which sucked, he did get tired of walking around though so he just teleported himself back to the house and went to the kitchen. He looked around for a moment before deciding to make something to eat. If he was ever going to get past this he'd have to try and get back into his old routine, or old life. So he planned on going to the bar tonight, pick up some hot chicks and bring back here. Didn't know if he was actually going to sleep with em but he was definitely going to kill someone.
((Like they're just using it to get her to join, but it ends up badly?))
Emerson grunted, knowing Malachi was just trying to get to her. She turned and continued down another aisle, Malachi keeping a little bit closer now that the were in a smaller space -ie no one was around to gape at the woman -who had had someone else with her here just two days ago- and the man. "I'm just saying, he basically kicked you out, and he's probably already hooking up with someone else," Malachi mused aloud.
Emerson stiffened, and even more as he followed up behind her to look at something past her on a shelf. Malachi's finger dragged across the scar on her lip. "His fault," he whispered in her ear, as if he were just speaking sweet nothings. Still, his finger dragged lower. "His fault-" at the scars over her neck, "his fault." He stopped as his finger pulled her shirt a little lower to reveal the scars and webbing.
"Stop," Emerson hissed, flinching away.
"I'm just saying, he did all this to you, and now he's probably already over it. He doesn't care."
Emerson grunted, knowing Malachi was just trying to get to her. She turned and continued down another aisle, Malachi keeping a little bit closer now that the were in a smaller space -ie no one was around to gape at the woman -who had had someone else with her here just two days ago- and the man. "I'm just saying, he basically kicked you out, and he's probably already hooking up with someone else," Malachi mused aloud.
Emerson stiffened, and even more as he followed up behind her to look at something past her on a shelf. Malachi's finger dragged across the scar on her lip. "His fault," he whispered in her ear, as if he were just speaking sweet nothings. Still, his finger dragged lower. "His fault-" at the scars over her neck, "his fault." He stopped as his finger pulled her shirt a little lower to reveal the scars and webbing.
"Stop," Emerson hissed, flinching away.
"I'm just saying, he did all this to you, and now he's probably already over it. He doesn't care."
((Yeah that works.))Bones only ever had to deal with real heart break once before and that time he just buried himself in booze and pussy. He didn't think it would work this time, and he really only felt like getting drunk and killing things, had no real sex drive at the moment. Which was weird because he hasn't had sex since him and Emerson started dating. Which was also pretty weird, he usually isn't as patient with that.
Bones finished making his food and sat down at the table to eat. He finished pretty quickly and feed Copper his scrapes before filling her bowl with some of her actual food. He sighed softly and walked into the living room. He picked up the bare bones of the arm Copper at been nibbling on and tossed them into his basement, planning on taking care of them later.
"We know who his father is, and if you don't join, we'll tell him where you two are," Malachi finally warned in her ear, semi-switching the topic. "That's the only way you can protect him. If you go and outright tell him, he won't believe you, because he knows you're just an attention seeker." Emerson blanched, weighing the truth in his tone.
"Fine. I'll come with you, but I'm living off-base," she finally decided, sounding resigned.
"Good."
"Fine. I'll come with you, but I'm living off-base," she finally decided, sounding resigned.
"Good."
When it was a good time Bones left the house and found a bar. He went inside and order a bottle of whiskey fro going to find a booth. He sat down and just drank as he watched the crowd, he found a few pretty ladies that would be good choices. Though he still didn't feel like going back to his old routine so he just ignored them fro the time being. Maybe he'd just take a guy or something and bring him back to the house for Copper.
((How are they going to meet up again?))
((Sorry, I had a full day. What if we skipped ahead a couple weeks without them seeing each other, and Emerson's in training for a bit, but she starts to get the idea that they're bullshitting her about his dad, so they go ahead and tell her they told his father where they were, and she comes to warn him?))
((It's cool, no problem. And that sounds great.))
((Sweet.))
Over the next few weeks, Emerson tried to immerse herself in training, but it was hard to not think about Bones every five seconds. What was he doing? Was he safe? Had anyone hurt him? She was trained to discover new powers, and surprisingly enough, what she seemed best at was telekinesis.
They told her they planned on her continuing with a ruse for the legion, pretending to still be in their numbers; which meant they cut her hair. So short that it was practically a curly pixie, and it looked good on her, but she didn't like having other people touch it or make decisions about it.
Malachi tried to get closer to her, with little reaction other than the occasion vulgar retort. One day, about three weeks in, she made an off-handed comment about not believing they would tell Bones' father what they had threatened to tell, and the very night after, she was taken in to a council room, and the leaders told her that they informed Bones' father of his position that morning. Immediately Emerson feigned submissiveness until she could leave the base to go to her apartment.
In fact, she actually took off and flew to Bones's house, snow soaking her short hair. She landed and skidded in the front gravel, grateful to see that his truck was there. She ran up to the front door, rapping her knuckles on it relentlessly, out of breath and pale.
Over the next few weeks, Emerson tried to immerse herself in training, but it was hard to not think about Bones every five seconds. What was he doing? Was he safe? Had anyone hurt him? She was trained to discover new powers, and surprisingly enough, what she seemed best at was telekinesis.
They told her they planned on her continuing with a ruse for the legion, pretending to still be in their numbers; which meant they cut her hair. So short that it was practically a curly pixie, and it looked good on her, but she didn't like having other people touch it or make decisions about it.
Malachi tried to get closer to her, with little reaction other than the occasion vulgar retort. One day, about three weeks in, she made an off-handed comment about not believing they would tell Bones' father what they had threatened to tell, and the very night after, she was taken in to a council room, and the leaders told her that they informed Bones' father of his position that morning. Immediately Emerson feigned submissiveness until she could leave the base to go to her apartment.
In fact, she actually took off and flew to Bones's house, snow soaking her short hair. She landed and skidded in the front gravel, grateful to see that his truck was there. She ran up to the front door, rapping her knuckles on it relentlessly, out of breath and pale.
After three weeks Bones decided he had enough of Maine, to many bad memories involving him and Emerson. At this point he'd rather just forget about ti all so he could get rid of the ache in his chest. Though most times he just drank the pain away and then killed a bunch of people, though he still hasn't slept with any of them yet. There were blood stains everywhere. He was actually busy mopping some blood off the kitchen floor when he heard the knock at the door. He sighed softly and dropped the mop before going to the door.Bones pulled open the door and frowned when he saw Emerson standing there, "What are you doing here?" he asked, kind of dueling between being happy to see her and being pissed that she even had the gall to come by here. "What do you want?" he asked and stepped outside closing the door behind him, there was no reason for her to see house trashed the house was, and that wasn't just from his killings. He kind of had a mishap after she left and well things got broke.
Relief flooded Emerson's head as she saw Bones; if he had waited one second longer to get to the door she would have ripped it open herself. She heaved another breath in her uncomfortably tight leather armor -something stupid for a simulation that day- and finally said, "Your father is coming," as if he had known that was a possible threat. "I thought I had done good enough to stop them from telling him, but I made a mistake, and you need to go. Now."
Bones shrugged, "Why, my father doesn't scare me" he said, really not caring. "It was you I was worried about. Didn't want you getting caught up in that shit" he said and smiled small. "It's not your job to worry about me anymore" he said a bit jokingly, though he was still serious. "I can take care of myself. What happens happens" he said and smiled small.
Emerson's lip twitched in annoyance at his past-tense. Uncontrollably, a rock shifted off the sidewalk beneath her, but she ignored it. "Well, it's pretty much the only thing I've been working on for the past three weeks, so obviously I can't just drop it. Maybe you've done a better job of being done." She meant it as a jab, but couldn't tell if it worked. She couldn't just not... try to delay his father coming along. But she stepped back from him, the pain riddled on her face. "Try not to die, will you?" She stepped back again, getting a weird smell from the house... Like a shitload of blood. Great.
Bones frowned when he saw that he'd hurt her, though he wasn't sure exactly what he had said. "Hey" he said and and walked over to her, gently grabbing her arm. "I'm sorry, didn't mean to hurt your feelings or anything, and I appreciate you telling me" he said and smiled small. "I was planning on leaving soon anyway. House kind of sucks with out you in it" he said jokingly, though that was definitely the truth.
He was trying to joke? Emerson's eyes widened just a fraction as she looked down at his hand wrapped around her arm, realizing that even though it wasn't out of love, she still missed his touch. Lots of people had their grimy hands all over her the past few weeks, especially Malachi. Bones' was different. She but down so hard on her lip that her eyes welled with salty tears, although that may have not really been the reason. "Yeah. It sucks not being here," she replied honestly, no joke to her tone.
Bones saw her looking down at where he was holding her arm and immediately let her go, "Sorry" he said with a small sigh, kind of forgot he could just touch her like that anymore. He nodded slightly at what she said, "Yeah, it really does" he said, not joking this time either. "I miss you, but I do think we made the right decision" he said with a small frown. "Me and you probably wasn't a very good idea to start with, but I'm glad we tried it out" he said and chuckled softly, though it was a pained one. "Even if it hurts like hell now"
It was still hurting him, too. Good. She didn't want to be alone in that. "Well, it was probably a better idea than what's going on now," she muttered, still staring at his hand after he had dropped it. Emerson wished he hadn't. Her breathing started doing that funny thing again, and she held her hands together and twiddled her fingers absentmindedly. "Find a safe place to live, then."
Bones nodded slightly "I'll try" he said with a small smile, "But you know me, can't stay out of trouble" he said jokingly, hoping it was lighten the awkwardness. He wanted them to end on good terms, maybe be friends eventually, though he wasn't sure the latter was possible. "Be careful" he said and meant it. "These rebels sound a lot like the legion if they are already threatening you"
"They're almost worse," Emerson told him quietly, finally dropping the dull gaze on his hand and looking up at him. She wrapped her arms around herself and gave a stiff, one-shouldered shrug. "They're taking pregnant rebels and doing sorts of experiments on them, but I don't know what for." She loosed a breath through her nose, slowly shaking her head once.
"Maybe you should just leave. You don't need them Emerson. You can take care of yourself just fine" Bones said, worried about her. "If they are worse then the legion then whats the point" he said and shrugged slightly. He wasn't going to tell her what to do, he lost that right, not that he ever really had the right in the first place. "Just be safe okay" he said and smiled small as he looked at her, studying her hair a bit. It was cute, but he liked it better when it was longer.
Emerson's jaw shifted, weighing telling Bones the actual truth or not. She gave the shrug again. "I can't leave. They'll come after both of us." He had kind of made it sound like he wanted the conversation to be over, which was fine, because she shouldn't have been telling him any of this, anyway. She swallowed. "I only joined because Malachi said they would send your father after us if I didn't." Since then, they had dropped subtle threats every day afterward. "It will be fine; if you leave and don't tell anyone where you go." Especially her.
Bones shook his head slightly "Emerson, that's not a good enough reason to stay" he said and sighed softly. I can easily hid from my dad, have been able to for a long time now" he said sighed softly. "If you don't want to be there then don't be" he said and smiled small. "Now that we're not together anymore my dad's not really a threat anymore anyway. He can't just kill his son for no reason, it's kind of against demon rules" he said and shrugged slightly. "And he has no way of finding you if you lay low" he said honestly. "So please, just think about leaving them, it's not worth it if you don't feel safe there, or around them"
Emerson gave a shuddered breath and decided she wasn't going to argue. Even if she left the rebels, she couldn't do so until she felt that Bones was gone and safe. "The only place I could possibly go is back to the shop, but I don't know if that's safe yet." And, before she could stop herself, she whispered, "I wish we hadn't ever split up." Still, she glanced up at Bones, kind of wishing she could take it back, but also wanting to say it in the case they never saw each other again.
