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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 26px"><i>Emmy</i></span></span></span><br/>
<span style="font-size: 26px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><i>Mid June 2022 <br/>
Early Afternoon <br/>
Regal Grounds<br/>
(direct) -&gt; Mother<br/>
(indirect) -- The Nine</i></span></span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Emmy kneeled in the middle of everywhere and nowhere. The Regal Estate was known for its pristine manor, but hardly ever the beauty that surrounded it. The coastal-bred lush flora and rich soil would scream life as it blanketed the girl's knees into the soft terrain. In all its glorious aesthetic, it was not a place Mother let the younger kids roam due to not just their age, but ironically it would've been their innocent wanderlust that could inadvertently resulted in a risk she did not want for her children, nor the Cabal. Emmy always imagined Chris would volunteer to watch over them for obvious reasons when the moments presented themselves to explore the acres around the estate. She wanted to cry, but not out of a tantrum that she knew some if not most of siblings would likely erroneously decipher, but out of a pained and deeply seeded languor. But yet, she did not want to cry... she felt the power of a billion human ancestors before her running through her veins. That was due to Idris. She had to get away, she had to. Because as she told Addy earlier... Emmy was a coward, they all were in some ways. And in that moment of staring into Idris' eyes she'd realized and found the one thing she'd been desparately craving for so long: Connection. She finally had it, it was there. It was palpable. And she had to get away, because she was terrified of the feelings it could bring again. Love? Happiness? Fun? Endearment? Support? Those things were foreign and as lost on the girl as the vanishing intruder. So much gunk and sediment of dejection &amp; virulence had layered and caked itself on Emmy's soul it was that of an immovable crust. Magma. <br/>
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She didn't know how long she'd been there. She felt like she was in purgatory, but a blissful province. Inhale. Exhale. Terry... did she loathe Emmy by now? Even as Emmy mentally recalled her invitation for food, was it out of love? Or conditioned assignment? She knew Chris had been avoiding her without physically repulsing himself from her. He came back as if not a day has aged from the weathered moments they shared. He carried something deep inside, was it for her? Or what about Addy? Did she feign the warmth of the ideal image for a sister Emmy subconsciously molded for an ulterior secret? Perhaps a pitiful pacificiation? Tris even, would it be a matter of time before his image and view warped into something that embodied a machination of her deepest trepidation? Did Alissa even register a semblance of compassion for her younger sister anymore? Or had Emmy got lost in the sea of fractions that Alley had conjured and copied from herself all these years? She knew Kenji was skeptic of her, and thought her nothing more than a pissy brat. But did he hate her? He had to, right? Was she nothing more than nuisance in the flesh? She understood why one would think so, but she didn't understand how he didn't see the irony in his own recalcitrance? The same for Iris, except Emmy didn't have to assume. She knew for a fact her once quasi-Siamese sib didn't want anything to do with her. For good reason... Emmy just wished they had as much emotional perspicacity as she'd been accorded. But how could they? They weren't afforded the boon-bane Emerie had. Maybe that ignorance was a sweeter bliss in grand scope of hind &amp; foresight. <br/>
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Emmy closed her eyes, taking it all in. Taking them all in. The past, the present. How things were, how things are. How things wanted to be. How things needed to be. She could see her. Her mind augmented to a beacon of vitality. Mother's <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2F66.media.tumblr.com%2F26d9561630c84d1ef39c6b7a3bf3f4c2%2Ftumblr_pt751tkiI31rxfs8ro1_400.gif&amp;hash=88f9756bdbe7279852a397d349082305" href="https://66.media.tumblr.com/26d9561630c84d1ef39c6b7a3bf3f4c2/tumblr_pt751tkiI31rxfs8ro1_400.gif" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">smile</a>. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"How on Earth did you do it? How did you do it Mother? <i>How</i>...all the paranatural power in us... and you had the most powerful superpower. The most human one." </span><br/>
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Emmy opened her eyes to a blooming flower before her. She smiled. Then frowned. She took a deep breath as she nodded to no one in a rallying zest as she lifted herself from the earth. She looked up at the sun, in all its radiance. The aura of gold enveloping her face &amp; skin. With an emulated vigor, she began to trek herself back to the Regal Estate. Her home. Her grounds. Her domain. That housed for better or worse her family. Perfectly imperfect. She would take her time on the way back however. <br/>
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She wanted a little bit more time. A little bit more air. Without the weight of magma. The succor of an imagined smile for just a bit longer. </span></span><br/>
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