Murphy’s Law

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“Fiancee. She…was…my fiancee. She…uh…with my parents…last August…passed away…” Jeremy could only manage to choke out a few words before his voice cracked and he buried his face in his arms. He couldn’t hold back the fresh wave of hot tears or the onslaught of emotions and feelings, and he latched onto Emmely, his arms wrapped tightly around the Pyro and face smooshed against her arm, sobs wracking his frame.

“Sorry…” The word was a faint mumble against her shoulder.

Emmely pushed herself up in a sitting position again, and looked at the sniper with sad eyes, uttering a heavy sigh. Making things a thousand times worse, it was probably best if she just left him to his own, now that she had made sure he hadn’t jumped into any sudden stupidity’s. She was just about to get up from her seat, when Jeremy suddenly launched onto her, hugging her tightly, and digging his face into her shoulder.

“WOOAaah…” Catching her off guard, she had to lean on her free hand no to fall over to the ground, and it took her a moment to get what was going on. The fuck was she’s going to do now? Hug him back? Pat him on his head? Just sit there like an idiot until he let go of her? Despite being closer to a stranger than a friend, hugging him back would probably have been Emmely’s reaction if it had been anyone else she knew. Stabilizing her body so she wouldn’t fall over, she lifted her hands and wrapped them around the sniper, pulling him into a proper hug. If he tried to push her away, so be it. At least she had given it a try.

As weird as it was to admit it, hugging him felt nice. It had probably been a little too long since the last hug, she thought. “Tis okay…” she mumbled, more to herself than to him.

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Murphy’s Law

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Jeremy smiled faintly at Emmely’s response and then glanced at the letters and back at Emmely. He sniffled and wiped at his eyes before reaching for the letters and shoving them into his pockets. “Thanks. An’ don’t worry, I won’t do anythin’ stupid. Hopefully.” Stretching his legs out slightly, he crossed his arms, rested his elbows on his knees, and pressed his chin on his forearms. “Did ya read ‘em?” Of course she did, why else would she be here talking to him?

“Good. Ain’t wanna see no tragedies repeat ‘emselves.” She slid down entirely, stretching out on the warm ground, and using her hands as pillows behind her head. “Sorre, but I kinda had te read them te find ye. I onle read ‘te one from yer girlfriend, though. Or, umh, yeah. Ye know…” Great. As if she wasn’t wandering in deep waters as it was already. She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, before turning her head, looking at Jeremy again.

“Am sorre shet’s ‘appenin’ ‘te ye. Ye don’ seem like a guy who deserves eet. Hell, no one deserves shet like that. But me dad always told me that everethin’s ‘append fo’ a reason, especialle ‘te bad ones. That doesn’ mean eet hurts ene less, though…”

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Jeremy smirked. “We should definitely try that one again, setting th’ arrows on fire an’ burnin’ everyone.” He steepled his fingers and stretched them out before him.

“Yeah, I’m American. Texan, if ya wanna be exact. Judgin’ by yer accent, I’d say yer Irish, right?” He looked closer at Emmely and frowned. The Pyro looked pretty exhausted. After all, it was right after a battle. “Hey, I’m not keepin’ ya up, am I?”

“Sounds like a pound!” Emmely grinned. “N’ yeah, yer’e spot on! Born n’ raised in ‘te wind of Wicklow. Ye’ll ‘ave te look long for a moa borin’ place te live in.” She frowned, letting her brows sink far down over her eyes.

“Te be honest weth ye, I am prette tired.” She rubbed her eyes again, and rolled her head across her chest to stretch her neck. “If it ain’t mindin’ ye, I’d like ‘te continue this conversation later, when me head ain’t full o’ sand n’ seawater.” She got up, and gave her whole body one last stretch. “I’ll talk ‘te ye later, bullseye!” she said, and saluted him before she grabbed her dirty plate and shuffled her way back to the kitchen.

(Source: emmelythepyro)

Murphy’s Law

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Sensing the presence of someone else, Jeremy looked up. Tears still blurred his vision, but he could tell that it was Emmely. He cast his eyes back down at the ground and let out a deep, shuddering breath in an attempt to compose himself.

“What do you want?”

“A chocolate pie n’ colder weather, but that ain’t why am ‘ere.” Now she really felt the exhaustion take over her body. She could swear her muscles had melted, and was now on their away running out of her fingertips. Mobilizing some strength in her arms, she pulled out the papers from her pockets, and threw them on the ground next to Jeremy.

“Found these in ‘te hallway, n’ I figured ye might want them back. Also, I got worried, so I came ‘te make sua ye ain’t doin’ nothin’ stupid. I ‘ave bad experience whet depressed peeple doin’ stuped thin’s.” She frowned, and gave the letters on the ground a serious look.

Murphy’s Law

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After a evening run, Jeremy returned to his room to see a manila folder sitting on his desk with his name and room number scribbled on the front. Frowning, he reached for the folder and dumped the contents onto his desk: a letter and an envelope. Cautiously, he picked up the letter. He hadn’t told anybody he knew where he was or what he was doing. Plus, he didn’t have many acquaintances outside of Sawmill, and none of them would take the time to send him a letter. Seating himself in the chair, he pulled the first letter out and examined it.

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Jeremy heaved a sigh. At least their first meeting wasn’t as awkward as he imagined. “Ah, well that’s good. And it’s nice t’ officially meet ya, Emmely.” At the compliment, Jeremy grinned and rubbed the back of his neck. “Aw thanks! Yer a pretty good Pyro yerself. You got MVP on yer first battle here, right? I haven’ been MVP yet.” After brushing the crumbs off of his hands, the Sniper brought his legs up on the chair and folded them under one on top of the other. “Th’ flamin’ arrows thing today was pretty awesome. Don’ know why I didn’ try that earlier.”

“Nice te meet ye tee, stickman! N thanks! Don’ ye worre, am sua ye’ll be up on that list enetime soon. I said ye were a good one, didn’ I?” Emmely grinned big, and pulled her chair closer in to her with her feet. “Yeah, that was prette cool. Don’ know why ain’t seen eet befoa’. Guess snipa’s ‘aven’t been me top spaicheck priorite. But ‘tes defiantle a keepa in me book!”

Feeling the sandman sneaking up on her again, she sat up and stretched her arms as far as she could up into the roof, before falling back into a more slouchy position again. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, but was determent on not falling asleep mid-conversation. To keep her head going, she tried to come up with things to speak about.
“So, where ye from Jereme’? I’d say yer’e American from yer accent, but ye never know in thes business.” She shrugged and gave him a sleepy smile.

(Source: emmelythepyro)