#emily just picking wyman up & carrying them around like a plushie

[torntruth]

@torncrocus​​​​​ :       He lingers like a shadow, clings to the edges of the room as he is known to do. His concern for her rivals with his duty of keeping careful watch, fingers clenched behind his back, wordless as he stares at his grieving daughter. ( Oh how she has lost so much. It's not fair, it's never fair. First her mother, then Alexi, and now — now Elsa. It almost makes him angry. He shakes with it. The cruelty of the world. ) Slowly, Corvo reaches out, fingers just brushing the fabric of her shoulder. His hand closes around her shoulder, slow and careful, a gentle squeeze as he tugs her into a his arms. Holds her to his chest like it will protect her from her grief, and wishes he could do so much more. —     this  is  random !!   /     definitely  accepting .

𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴  𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚃,   𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁  𝙲𝙾𝚁𝚅𝙾,   𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃  𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴  𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳  𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝙰𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙴.    Not  when  you  were  stone,   she  swore  to  herself  that  she’d  find  a  way  to  make  you  come  back -     no.    When  she  was  sitting  on  a  dirty  floor  of  a  brothel,   hand  shaking,   as  she  tried  to  draw  some  happy  picture  on  paper.    The  Lord  Regent  himself  had  come  in,   trying  to  look  guilty,   as  if  the  title  granted  to  him:    Lord  Regent,   didn’t  mean  anything  in  excusing  Corvo.    As  he  told  her,   hands  clasped,   that  they  had  executed  Corvo.    Head  chopped  off.

Then  he  just  simply  left,   Madame  Prudence  looked  at  Emily  once,   as  if  she  actually  momentarily  felt  something  other  than  the  money  cushioned  in  her  pocket.    Then  she  left  too,   let  the  door  shut  behind  her.     At  least  they  didn’t  lock  it,   at  least  Emily  wasn’t  completely  cooped  up  in  that  room,   as  she  drew  her  family  how  she  wanted  to  remember  them  the  best.    A  10  year  old’s  little  drawing  of  Jessamine  standing  tall,   Corvo  hovering  protectively  around  her,   Emily  between  them.     This  Emily  cries,   tears  just  well  up  in  her  eyes  after  just  silently  sitting  there.

Emily  curls  into  Corvo,   like  the  nights  after  they  finally  returned  to  the  tower,   trying  to  find  comfort.     Callista  could  only  care  so  much:     it  seems  she  was  the  only  one  in  the  war  between  the  Loyalists   &   The  Regent’s  people  that  remembered  that  Emily  was  simply  only  a  10-year-old  kid.     Everyone  else  only  saw  the  heir  to  the  throne.     Emily’s  head  was  pressed  into  Corvo’s  shoulder.     Such  is  the  way  of  life  that  now  she  has  to  do  something.    Some  remembrance,   some  speech.    Then  move  on.    But,   her  silent  tears  turn  into  loud  sobs   &   she  hasn’t  felt  so  weak  in  so  long.     It’s  like  something  was  ripped  straight  from  her  chest.    She’s  trying  to  grasp  at  it.     It  just  hurts  so  much.    IT’S   A  PHYSICAL  PAIN.

Isn’t  she  glad  for  once  she  doesn’t  have  to  talk?     Her  voice  would  sound  so  hoarse,   so  weak.    Mouth  dry,   she  leans  back,   eyes  red  to  sign:      “   I  would  appreciate  it  if  you  kept  Wyman  as  close  as  possible  for  awhile.   ”      She  only  has  two  friends  left    .....     now  one  of  them  is  the  queen,   a  weight  only  Emily  can  understand.    The  other  is  still  her  Royal  Protector.

#01. DAUGHTER OF THE VOID — EMILY KALDWIN. #01. CONNECTION: THE ROYAL PROTECTOR — CORVO + EMILY. #torncrocus #emily just picking wyman up & carrying them around like a plushie #i'm protecting this #wyman: ma'am.... that's.....that's my job.