forum Cloak and Dagger (O/O)

Started January 27, 2019 by Deleted user

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Emmeline quickly arrived at town and went to the nearest shop, looking for nails. She eventually found some and bought them, shaking her arms out as she headed to the armory.

Miles stood up and grabbed his cloak, holding it up in front of him. I think this may or may not be washed… He lowered it to see the hole in the wall. She also may or may not actually know how to repair that properly…. The corner of his mouth flicked up in a snarky smirk.

She smiled lightly as she entered the armory, quickly getting a new dagger and heading back out. She hummed to herself lightly as she headed back to Miles' house.

Miles glanced around, clicking his tongue and whatnot, trying to figure out what to do without leaving the property. ….Organize my bookshelf???? He gave it a look, but it was already neat and such. Never mind… Maybe cook dinner? But I thought we were going to eat out again…. However with that whole thing in full swing now, I'm beginning to rethink that… It's not a good idea anymore.

"I'm back Miles, She called as she walked towards the house, holding up the dagger and nails. She smiled and entered the house, setting the coins and things she bought on the table. "So…time to fix the hole…do you have a board or a piece of wood or something?" She asked.

Miles made sure the things were settled down on his nightstand before he stood up. "There's some uncut wood outside, but with arms like those…" He sucked a sarcastic breath through his teeth. "I don't know if you're able to make a sliver with an axe."

Emmeline crossed her arms and looked up at him, "Can you do it then?" She did her best to seem angry at the comment and not care about it at the same time.

He glared at her. "Does it look like I fixed the table with full logs? Of course I can," He growled. You fool… Miles headed outside and went to the stump where his axe was and a few leftover logs. That reminds me, I should get more when I have the chance… If she'll let me.

"Thank you," She turned and grabbed the hammer and a few nails, silently planning how she was going to try to fix the hole.

He dislodged his axe from the stump and placed a log on it, chopping it quickly but efficiently, making good wooden panels in no time. Once a few were finished – leaving no logs remaining – he gathered them up and headed inside, dropping them on the floor under where the hole was. "Fix 'em up." He told her placidly but sternly, folding his arms.

Emmeline nodded, grabbing one of the panels and holding it over the hole, seeing that it wasn't big enough to cover the hole on its own. She pushed it to the side slightly and held it in place with her elbow as she grabbed a nail and tapped it just light enough to hold the panel up. She nailed another one lightly into the bottom and then grabbed another panel, doing the same on the other side so that there were two panels over the opening.

Miles sat on his bed and watched her patch the hole simply. He folded his arms and let out a grunt. Now I have a massive jut coming outta my wall…

She put an extra nail in each board just to make sure it was in place before turning to Miles, "Is this good? Or do you want it done differently." She set the hammer down and walked to her bed, sitting down on the edge of it.

He gave it a good hard stare. At least she didn't make the boards an cross patch or something dumb like that…. "It would be nice if I didn't have boards coming outta my wall, but I guess I asked for it, so it's fine."

Emmeline smiled genuinely, determined to just focus on the semi complement part of that sentence, "You're welcome." She swung her legs and looked at the patched up hole, "What are we doing for dinner? Are we going back into town?"

"I…" He hesitated a little. It would be nice to go out again… But he shook his head. "It's too much of a risk for me." As much as he tried to convince himself that literally one in a thousand would know he was a werewolf, if not less, he couldn't help but just set his mind on the consequence of death. "And… I think we have plenty here that we can work with." He grinned nonetheless.

She smiled and nodded, 'Are you going to cook or am I?" She stood up and grabbed the hammer, putting it away before she came back to hear his answer.

"I can cook dinner for once, or are you not gonna let me?" He crossed his legs and cocked an eyebrow, to the brim with sarcasm. I will anyway, I just want to see what she says…

Emmeline scowled at him, "You can do what you want, though I figured you'd want me to cook since you can kinda tell me to do whatever since I'm staying here for now."

He stood up but slowly and eerily turned to her, smirking and still holding that eyebrow in a cocked position. "Any thing?" Miles leaned towards her and put her under some pressure. "Absolutely what ever?"

her cheeks flushed pink and she looked away from him, "There's obviously borders..no murder..things like that.." She mumbled.

He retreated a little when she said something. "Well obviously…." Miles still kept a dark eye on her. "I was talking about… Hm… Other things… But I'm sure murders aren't allowed either." He meandered into the kitchen to get something on the stove.

"Ohhh…" Her face turned bright red and she shook her head, "Those things too, boundaries."

"Well, you set the bar pretty high when you told me everything unless you intended to friend zone me," Miles grunted, putting the kettle on the stove and shoving some logs in the oven. He managed to light it on fire to get some water heated up.

She blew a small breath out and put her hands over her face, knowing that it was still bright red, "Ok..let's get this straight, I really like you, I'd prefer that you weren't in the friend zone, but that also means there are still boundaries."

"Oh, of course, of course…" He said, rolling his eyes. I hope she knows my mind isn't all that dirty. Miles got some other food and vegtables out for the soup. But hopefully…. Maybe one day she can see past that dumbass boundary.

"Since I'm now thoroughly embarrassed, what can I help with?" She hopped off her bed and walked into the kitchen, looking up at him.

Miles sat back, and glared down at her for some time. "You can take a break, and that's all I'm gonna let you do for now. Or let yourself take a bath or something and I'll even let you use the hot water." He swallowed a lump in his throat, yet smiled anyways.

She smiled lightly and nodded, "A bath doesn't sound half bad," She looked up at him and nodded again before heading to the bathroom, starting the water.

"Just don't make me come and get you," He nearly quoted her as he put some venison in the pot to simmer.