open | prompt five | ENDINGS

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prompt five | E N D I N G S dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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[ Emily smiles around her cigarette, the reaction instinctive and one that she tries to hide as she breathes out, the smoke obscuring her features. (Door will give her an earful for this, she's sure. He's the only other one for whom her smiles are involuntary and that, at least, isn't quite so strange considering that he's quite literally a part of her.) With a slight sigh, she crosses her arms, cigarette balanced neatly between two fingers.

(She never lets their conversations go on for too long. She cuts them off before they can dig any deeper than the surface, before he can find the cracks. He would, she knows he would. Because that's what they're good at: finding people's weaknesses and exploiting them to their own advantages. And she wants him, of course she does, but to have him presents a risk that she isn't yet willing to take. So she runs, instead, pausing only just long enough, every now and then, to say maybe, baby, maybe, and somewhere, if he's looking carefully enough, sorry. There isn't a person in the world, after all, who enjoys being led on. But, at least, she isn't saying never.) ]

You might be giving me too much credit, [ she tells him, almost amused in tone. ] Your charms may outstrip mine in that particular department.