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๐„๐Œ๐ˆ๐‹๐ˆ๐€ ๐‚๐‡๐„๐ - ๐–๐€๐‘๐ƒ๐‘๐Ž๐๐„ ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐ƒ๐„๐’๐ˆ๐†๐. the wardrobe wonder. need to hide? come in.


๐ผ๐‘›๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘š ๐‘ƒ๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘ก โ€” Merry Christmas Eve!

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Merry Christmas Eve!

Good with kids? He was good with kids, oh lord hath merthy. She gave a quiet little sigh, that smile soft as she watched him take her hand. โ€œThatโ€™s really sweet of you!โ€ Her mind was turning to mush.

โ€œYeahโ€”โ€œ he replied lamely, catching her hand in his. โ€œMy nephew loves Star Wars so I had this made to surprise him for his birthdayโ€ฆ we arenโ€™t cheap when we wan to surprise kids,โ€ he chuckled, his thumb brushing over Emiliaโ€™s knuckles.



โ€œIโ€”โ€œ There she was, frozen between a rock and a ridiculously tall hard place. Her own gaze, inquisitive moved similarly to his own โ€” and then lower as a finger poked at the fabric of his tunic. โ€œThis is really nice fabric.โ€

โ€œIโ€™d like that a lot.โ€ He towered over her and the pair were closer than they ever were before. His dark gaze briefly dipped lower to his lips before going back to her eyes, he couldnโ€™t do that not yet. The liquor made me everything more extreme. โ€œEmmyโ€”โ€œ thatโ€™s all he said.



Her body flared with a wave of heat, back falling back against the column slowly as she looked up at him. Was it the alcohol? Was it the leather? The word my never know. A soft, nervous laugh escaped. โ€œY-yeah, weโ€™ll coordinate!โ€ She said, using his word.

Reyโ€” the love interest? โ€œYou would have made a cute, Rey,โ€ he noted, ducking down a bit closer, arm braced overhead on the pillar to be heard. โ€œWe would have made quite the pair! Next time!โ€



โ€œRey would have been a much better option!โ€ Did she just say that? Why did that have to be the character that came to mind โ€” well who else would Kylo Ren coordinate with. โ€œBut so do you! I didnโ€™t either until the middle of the dayโ€”โ€œ

โ€œWell you look great,โ€ he replied, an easy and reassuring smile spread across his face. โ€œWe could have coordinated, but I didnโ€™t know you were coming!โ€ Coordinatedโ€” Ryan tripped over the word as he said it.



She could have melted into the brick itself when his own natural bass came so close, but she forced herself to turn around โ€” elbow leaning awkwardly against the column, hand by her face. โ€œI just โ€” really? Thank you! I didnโ€™t have the time or enough warning!โ€

โ€œHiโ€”โ€œ he replied awkwardly as she turned away to face the column. Ryanโ€™s gaze took in their surroundings, checking for anyone that would make her uncomfortable. Coast was clear? He dipped down to be heard over the roaring bass. โ€œI love your costume! Handmade?โ€



Just like the sickly Edwardian boy she looks like, Emmy lightly chokes on her drink and has no defense but to turn and face the column as she goes red. โ€œRyanโ€” HI.โ€ This is where she dies. RIP Emilia Chen, sister, daughter, good at sewing.

Spotted! He made his way over to her with a shy grin and hid behind the column with her. โ€œIs there a reason we are hiding?โ€



An ungodly gasp sounds, the Edwardian looking tailor ducking behind the kitchen island and dragging @SpiritedSonata with her. โ€œWHY IS RYAN HERE?!โ€


โ€œTea would be great! Mint โ€” hot with honey?โ€ She had turned to face him again, that little smile playing at her lips as brows were raised by her hoping he wouldnโ€™t mind.

โ€œGood.โ€ He gave a nod and snapped his fingers with a smile. โ€œIโ€™m bringing coffee in the morning. Would you like anything?โ€



โ€œOh, good gravy.โ€ Brows furrowed, genuine worry plaguing usually sweet features as she looked from the direction of that noise and then back to her stage manager, that grin making a comeback when she nodded. โ€œAnd the next dayโ€”โ€œ

โ€œYou as well, Emmy.โ€ His smile softened as he regarded until an ill-timed crash forced a long slow sigh from his chest. โ€œI think thatโ€™s my cue.โ€ Ryan took quick strides away, turning around to look at her once more. โ€œAre you in tomorrow?โ€



๐ผ๐‘๐‘†๐‘‡๐ด๐บ๐‘…๐ด๐‘€ ๐‘ƒ๐‘‚๐‘†๐‘‡ : a night at the ballet.

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a night at the ballet.
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a night at the ballet.

โ€œStages donโ€™t manage themselves either.โ€ Her smile seemed different then โ€” secret, just for the two of them as Emmy took a half step towards the dressing rooms. โ€œHave a good day?โ€

Ryan cleared his throat and turned his own gaze away, but still wore a smile. โ€œI should let you get back to work. Costumes donโ€™t fit themselves.โ€



Her gaze, and her cheeks, seemed to brighten, Emilia looking ahead now โ€” attempting (and failing) to conceal that wide smile by pursing her lips. They parted then, but soon closed once she realized she had no words to offer .

โ€œOf course you are,โ€ he replied, slightly teasing but also serious, his own smile growing larger. โ€œI donโ€™t face down actors for just anyone.โ€



The strong outline of her jaw raised so she could regard him properly, that smile of hers practically blooming. โ€œOh? I must be special.โ€

He glanced down at her, letting out a hearty chuckle. โ€œJust not grumpy with you.โ€



A faint smile shaped the costumerโ€™s lips, Emmyโ€™s smaller frame leaning into his briefly โ€” her shoulder bumping his arm. โ€œEmphasis on slightly.โ€

โ€œI do what I can. No one wants to mess with the slightly grumpy stage manager.โ€ He offered her a small wink and a smile.



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