Home: I’ll write our characters living together.
It was odd to not find herself at the shoreline of Ottery St. Catchpole – it was her first home, it would always be her home but as she walked up the stairs of her apartment, happy to partake in the mundane task – she was content. It wasn’t that she – or they, enjoyed living in isolation but it was never in Emme’s or her own plan to live in the heart of London, they preferred something much more quiet. Something that worked with who they were and with their careers and the work they did on the side for the Order, it was best to stay out of the harsh light. They weren’t somewhere that was expected of them and that ambiguity gave them the best sense of security with the given circumstances.
It was as if the exhaustion was finally catching up with her as she stumbled into the flat, locking the door swiftly, “Oh, Emme” she sighed, the faintest of smiles lingering at her lips as she saw the now cold dinner sitting on the counter for her, the brunette in question tucked away on the couch, it seemed that sleep had finally caught up to her. It had been a rough night, it was her only excuse for stumbling in at quarter past two. The war was rough on them all – she couldn’t say that they were still the two girls who had stumbled upon the train eager to tackled their first year, they were different. The losses, the pain – the never ending worry had made them different but as that all faded and she forced herself to wake up every morning, the only thing that she knew she would always have was, her.
Emmeline Ophelia Vance was her saving grace in many ways and as she lay curled up on the couch, she just knew that she had fallen asleep in an attempt to stay up for her. Dorcas knew she would always have her – nothing would change that. As she grasped the blanket that lay casted at the side and brought it over her, careful to ensure that it covered her completely and she was safe from falling, she knew that everything could crash and burn – she could lose far more then she had at this moment but she would live – she would survive as long as she had her. As she brushed her lips against the girl’s forehead, careful to not stir her, she just knew that Emmeline was her home. She would be able to endure anything that was thrown her way as long as she had her.