Emilia breathes in through her mouth for most of the journey, particularly when the ship eases him toward her in answer to the lapping waves. She only brings herself to a stop when one of the sailors on duty inevitably stumbles upon them and demands an explanation, heart deciding it might want to travel to her throat.
Acting had never come naturally to her, failing to convince Antonio when she attempted to deceive him. But if her time in the underworld taught her anything, it was to craft a mask and conceal that which can be used against you. To use someone's prepossessions against them in turn.
And so she lets the seemingly drunken scene speak for itself with unflinching confidence, careful not to over-explain. Stamps down any traces of alarm like she might a bug. )
Played a game he lost rather poorly. Couldn't bring himself to his feet by the end of it.
( More wind and waves and rain, their captive lolling his head to the other side until it's all but resting on Lan Wangji's shoulders. The sailor snorts, coming closer still. He eyes Emilia, however, which she'd been banking on, and takes these steps back again. A woman must be given wide berth.
These things happen, he says. Least he isn't owing him the coin. Something something lad's done for the night to which Emilia nods. )
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Emilia breathes in through her mouth for most of the journey, particularly when the ship eases him toward her in answer to the lapping waves. She only brings herself to a stop when one of the sailors on duty inevitably stumbles upon them and demands an explanation, heart deciding it might want to travel to her throat.
Acting had never come naturally to her, failing to convince Antonio when she attempted to deceive him. But if her time in the underworld taught her anything, it was to craft a mask and conceal that which can be used against you. To use someone's prepossessions against them in turn.
And so she lets the seemingly drunken scene speak for itself with unflinching confidence, careful not to over-explain. Stamps down any traces of alarm like she might a bug. )
Played a game he lost rather poorly. Couldn't bring himself to his feet by the end of it.
( More wind and waves and rain, their captive lolling his head to the other side until it's all but resting on Lan Wangji's shoulders. The sailor snorts, coming closer still. He eyes Emilia, however, which she'd been banking on, and takes these steps back again. A woman must be given wide berth.
These things happen, he says. Least he isn't owing him the coin. Something something lad's done for the night to which Emilia nods. )