1. a kiss on the top of the head. :D
♡ ♡ ♡ emilia — @postmortemlullabies
I’m here for you, Emil seemed to say with a kiss so candid and wonderful, a prospect of sweetness and sunshine residing underneath her many layers of unconcern for the opinion of others and imprudent behaviour. A buttery core Morgan knew existed, for Emil had been gentle enough to let her into the restricted group of those who, in unannounced occasions and in spite of environmental circumstances, got to see the real Emilia.
Upon falling ill with no apparent cause, Morgan had not expected more than a cup of freshly brewed tea and some unfelt remark on how men were jerks or love was stupid anyway, and perhaps a bit of indifference for the lack of knowing any better as she did not share her friend’s needs made as elementary as water.
This indisposed state, which resulted from unfilled romantic expectations could not be helped, no matter how many doctors said the lady’s ailment, expressed in warm cheeks and claims of aching in no particular place, was nought but a plea for attention, hardly the issue worthy of medical assistance.
They would not be wrong.
Nevertheless, Morgan did feel sick from the absence of love in her life, which explained why she was currently occupying the sofa inside the yacht with such dramatic verve, body wrapped in a blanket spread over like a contemplative pre-Raphaelite painting given more contemporary a twist. She cried semi-silent tears, a runny nose every now and then prompting the impolite sound of it being either sniffed or blown; because Morgan’s body believed it was sick and therefore produced what little mucus was necessary to prove all those ignorant doctors wrong!
Though able to speak, Morgan knew not what to say. Emil would not understand her longing for no man in particular but for the mere idea of one. A tall, dark and handsome fellow, be he pirate or aristocrat, to sweep her off her feet and accelerate her heartbeat with that electric discharge so particular to infatuation, to make her cheeks flushed not with distress but with something good and inexplicable. He ought to possess a kind heart, or else Morgan would not fancy him, and be a spoonful of a bastard, or else the affair would be bland.
If the lady told her unlikely friend of these cravings for a male, Emil might point out — trying to be helpful, bless her heart! — that the docks were full of ‘em; all was left for Morgan to do was to get dressed and go man-hunting. And, if feeling like being particularly helpful, Emil might even give out more libertine an answer and straight up tell Morgan to pursue sexual healing and all her woes would soon go away.
Hearing it in her mind was enough for Morgan to blush and look away. She decidedly did not want to hear Emil advise any of these things and then feel triumph for making the noblewoman hide her shame, if fainting was too artificial a response even for Morgan. After all, she was not that sheltered a princess type.
While trying to utter something other than a thanks for the tea, it was Emil who knew just what to say, seemingly equipped with the wisdom and the competence to do it without a need for voiced words. I’m here for you, she conveyed with that kiss. It really was the perfect reply to all unasked questions running through Morgan’s mind.
The kiss, while miles away from miraculous, did prove helpful. It made Morgan smile a small smile after another sniff. God, why did maladies have to be so obnoxious?
❝ You really adore me... and I do adore you, Emilia. Thank you for being a better friend than I ever thought you’d become. You’ll agree we had a rough start... ❞ She laughed, preferring to fill her heart and hence treat it with platonic love, which was as beautiful a thing as romance, if not truer.
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