Post by laura on Jan 30, 2013 15:17:24 GMT -8
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As a concerned Angelica bustled about the room, fussing over Elijah and his injuries, chastising him with each and every complaint he made, Emma took the opportunity to talk to Rylee alone. She nudged the young man out into the hallway, and closed the door behind them; Angelica didn't need to hear any more about what was going on back in D-79, she'd already heard and seen enough.[/blockquote][/font]
Emma leant up against the oak banister, overlooking the wide entrance hall below, the front door partially open to anyone who wanted to enter. To think that a place as safe and secure as this one would hold a member of the Triad; worse, that he was the one in charge of it. It raised all sorts of questions.
Questions that would probably never be answered now.
Rylee draped his arms over the banister, his intent sapphire gaze locked ahead. “The others wouldn't come.” His murmur was so low, that for a moment she wasn't sure she'd heard him correctly.
“And you're not happy about that?” Disappointment leaked from every inch of him; from the creases in his face, to the way his fingers knotted together.
He shot her an incredulous look, “Aren't you? Ethan said himself he thought you were both in trouble, but they wouldn't do anything about it! So, I came myself. I thought we were supposed to be a team...”
Emma looked at him thoughtfully. There was a strange, foreign emotion beginning to grow within her chest when she stared at him now, very different from the usual impatience and irritation. At some point during the last month, Rylee had grown up.
And for that, Emma felt...proud.
“We are a team, Ry,” She told him softly. “We all have someone to look out for us - Elijah and I are lucky that we have you. You're even luckier... Since you have the two of us. God help anyone who decides to mess with that.”
Rylee breathed out a laugh, the tension dispensing along with it. “That's true.”
Elijah and Rylee weren't blood related, there were no physical likeness to the other, but from time to time, Emma noticed resemblances in their personalities. She'd glimpsed the brave interior within Rylee, and found a softness inside Elijah even he didn't know he had.
It was in that second, that Emma found herself in one of those instances - Rylee’s smile was warm, but there was a hardness in his eyes, a restraint of sorts, blocking the full force of the happiness he really wanted to express.
He sighed, a deep puff of breath escaping his lungs, before he asked, “What did that asshole do to you down there?”
Emma met his steady gaze. “He wanted answers and we wouldn't give him any. But we did find out he was a member of the Triad and that D-79 isn't the only place where you can find one.” What purpose would there be in telling him all the unnecessary details of what went on in that house? She didn't want to see the look of pity in Rylee's eyes, or worse, for him to see the fear in her own when she told him.
“Triad?” He asked, brows raised.
She frowned - only to remember a second later that no-one other than Elijah and herself knew of the insane, Hoffman-driven cult's name. They hadn't seen or properly spoken to anyone since before the train fiasco, and thanks to O'Hare, that's when they'd found out for themselves the motives and purpose (somewhat) of the deadly group. The man now lying dead in his basement filled in the rest.
Emma ran her fingers through her tangled hair, the events if the morning quickly catching up on her. “O'Hare called it the Dark Triad...”