“Aw, Belle come on. I didn’t mean to make you all pissy,” she let out a sigh, and stopped in her tracks to turn around and look at Emery. He was a good deal taller than she was, and looking him in the eye called for her to arch her neck back slightly. Green tinted hues entangled themselves with that of dark brown, it had been such a long time since Belle actually looked at Emery. Familiar, pale features swam in her eyes, and for a second all of the negative feelings she harbored for him that were anchored in her soul were lifted.
Yet all came crashing down when she realized what she was doing. Quickly, she veered her eyes away from him and spoke. “Whatever, Emery.” but, before she could spin on her heels to take off, he emitted another remark that pushed her buttons. “Why don’t you tell me where you’re going & let me at least walk with you. No hard feelings. Just as friends. Unless of course you still can’t resist me,”
Belle, although inside something snapped, kept a cool, collected composure. A cracked voice escaped from her mouth as she spoke. “The only thing I can’t resist in regards to you, is the urge to want to stab you, Emery.” Belle flashed him a painfully sweet smirk, and spun on her heel on her way back to the slums. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be, Emery?”
Emery laughed at loud again & adjusted his bag. “I’m pretty sure I will be able to escape the attack from a blade that I forged myself, Belle. Please don’t forget the training lesson I used to give. I do believe that you were my very first pupil. Of course, I had a tendency to teach you the art of more erotic things didn’t I?” There was something about getting under Belles skin that drove Emery’s sadistic & arrogant urges crazy. He really was a pompous little creature at times.
With a cheeky grin Emery pulled out his smokes from his black slacks & stuck one between his lips, not bothering to offer one to Belle. He struck a match against the underside of his boot & lit the tobacco. He sighed as he exhaled the smoke through his nose.
Emery really didn’t want to talk about what he had been up to, or more importantly where he was going. Maybe it was unjustified pride getting in the way of his already inflated ego, but Emery was suddenly ashamed of the way he had been living since the raids. Besides, the last time Belle had seen him, Emery was still living the high life in Brailston. He had his home, his weapons shop, his forgery, & more coin than he bothered to count. Emery was a success, & now he was just a broken man with nothing.
“Where ever you’re headed, Belle, is where I’m going. I’ve been pretty bored. So, why don’t you stop being so damned stuck up & lead the way, my dear?”