[ her eyes only narrow further at the sight of his smile. restraint is difficult for her these days, most especially when it has to do with her beloved sister. every second they are here is a precious second that robs her of her chance to find vittoria's murderer. she doesn't ignore wrath's question, though.
emilia's gaze follows his to the window. when the devil stirred the seas of palermo and turned the moon blood-red, the gulls would not touch the sardines that washed themselves onto the shore the next day. because they are no fools. her grandmother would tell her to be like a gull.
but she is desperate, and furious, and unwilling to accept they're stranded with no recourse.
she swallows and looks away once more. ] I don't know.
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emilia's gaze follows his to the window. when the devil stirred the seas of palermo and turned the moon blood-red, the gulls would not touch the sardines that washed themselves onto the shore the next day. because they are no fools. her grandmother would tell her to be like a gull.
but she is desperate, and furious, and unwilling to accept they're stranded with no recourse.
she swallows and looks away once more. ] I don't know.