[ There’s not much house to really search, so Vasquez heads outside fairly quickly. It’s a nice day, warm and bright, and as he casts around for any sign of Emma, he catches sight of a familiar shock of red hair, caught by the midday breeze.
When he approaches the shade of the tree, he’s struck by just how peaceful Emma looks, dozing as she is, locks flowing free. The selfish part of him tries to argue that this is a good thing, if she can be so peaceful after being visited by chaos the night before, then there’s no need for him to leave. He can stay, as he so much wants to do.
But the logical part of him knows that this peace will only be fleeting as long as he and his bounty are around. ]
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When he approaches the shade of the tree, he’s struck by just how peaceful Emma looks, dozing as she is, locks flowing free. The selfish part of him tries to argue that this is a good thing, if she can be so peaceful after being visited by chaos the night before, then there’s no need for him to leave. He can stay, as he so much wants to do.
But the logical part of him knows that this peace will only be fleeting as long as he and his bounty are around. ]
Emma.
[ Softly, so as not to startle her. ]