Cafe au Lait || The Promised Neverland (Ray x Emma)

Take Me Somewhere

Notes:

for #RayEmmaWeek2022
Day 3 || Fate · Loss

So, it all makes sense in my head of course, but i haven't really shared much background for my "falling in love in reverse" AU except that they're a few years into their human-world life & they live together. So here's a little more:

· I imagine Ray & Emma having easily devolved into a teasing sort of camaraderie, and that they began to banter like an old married couple again after hardly any time at all.
· Although they're living in the same house, I feel like Ray still holds a (somewhat self-imposed) guardian-like role despite them being so close, and that neither of them have gotten around to trying to put a label on their "new" relationship, even though it's clear that they both *feel things*
· But of course they're just living life ass-backwards and moving in together without a second thought because it "seemed right" after a point xD I mean, it's always go-big-or-go-home with them... and Ray's suffering big-time for his choices, but when isn't he? lol

Hope you enjoy an incredibly belated part 2 :)

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All the time in the world? Yeah, right! Ray can call it whatever he wants. He's not the one with the missing memories... that rat bastard...

Needless to say Emma had spent the hours following their breakfast acutely aware of just how much she now knew she didn't know. And the fact that he was just gonna sit there and wait for the rest of it to come back to her? Was he crazy?! This was urgent! The most urgent thing she'd ever felt (that she could remember. Ugh).

Ok, so she took back the rat bastard part. He was just being insufferable.

That's why every look she shot Ray as they crossed paths in the house going about their daily chores that morning was filled with a mix of curiosity, rage, and more than a little hormonal desperation. And try as he might to hide it, there was no getting past Emma's 6th-sense that told her he was having to make a valiant effort to seem unfazed. And that just made it worse!!

She really needed to calm down.

So she'd started with pacing her room in an attempt to peacefully induce another radar-blip of memory. Right, let's try walking meditation... I'll clear my mind... accept whatever comes... better not to force it. That ought to do the trick she silently begged her subconscious. She was feeling confident, eyes gently unfocused, thoughts calming into a muted stream of mundane memories and feelings from the past several days. As they washed over each other in no real order another violent spike of excitement shot through her and she was suddenly jolted back to the present when she stubbed her toe hard into her bedpost.

Yelping and grabbing her foot, she flopped back onto the bed with a groan. Abandoning meditation (obviously only Norman could muster such patience, bless him) she opted for hyper-focus next. Well, it was more of an inevitability, but at a gut level pretending she was in control of things even when she wasn't seemed like a good move. Somehow she had the sense it had benefitted her in the past.

Emma laid in bed running over and over the few scenes she'd been able to grasp so far, but all she got in return was a raging case of hair-pulling, flushed cheeks, and undeniable need. She was so on edge that she startled with a very unbecoming Yipe! when Ray innocently entered her room to drop off some clean laundry.