The True Story of Emily Lockwood / g. karim

𝔼𝕏𝕋ℝ𝔸: episode three

A/n: fyi, this is kind of time-bending, this is a prologue into the next morning! then i will continue the episode's plot from there :) i will admit sometimes its hard to only write episode plots so this is a mini-break for your author lol

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--The corpse had been cleared within a few hours, but Emily could tell by her brother's gaunt expression that he now saw an extra death-glow within their home. Luckily, he hadn't attached himself to any of their trinkets, which seemed to be the least of their worries now. 

It was obvious, now, that Lockwood and Co. had discovered something that someone out there was very adamant on keeping them away from. 

What, exactly, had they gotten themselves into?

Weary, they gathered themselves in the front sitting room, as the night grew thin and morning waxed into existence, a grey London dawn shedding light onto the sleepy teens who'd witnessed such horror. 

And yet, none of them were any different than before. Eventually, as a young agent, you simply grew used to the idea of death and trauma; it was just a part of your life. 

How sad, Emily thought. 

"What a night," Anthony said, sinking deep into a blanket on the sofa. It was funny, how sometimes his guard came down around them - and other times he was like a cruel brick wall. 

"Understatement of the year." Emily groaned. She'd been nursing a headache most of the night, and had taken a bath to try to try and relieve some of her stress. Not that it had really helped, though. 

Death wasn't something you could 'unsee', especially if it were one of your earliest memories. 

"Ugh, I could sleep for a year," Lucy said, trying to steal some of Anthony's blanket to cover herself in. He groaned and - like a small child - tried to fight her for the blanket. 

George, who'd been sitting quietly in his armchair, shot Emily a sly look, gesturing to the two of them. Emily smiled and nodded, making a vomiting gesture. 

The boy snickered, the sound like music. 

"What are you two about?" her brother said, finally giving up and sharing his blanket with Lucy. She must have meant a lot to him, that blanket was crocheted by their mum. Emily wasn't sure how to feel about seeing someone else wrapped up in it, but this was Lucy - she owed her for saving her life on more than one occasion. 

"Nothing," George said noncommittally, but he and Emily still grinned at one another. 

"Has anyone ever told you you're infuriating?" Lockwood arched an eyebrow. Lucy chuckled tiredly, snuggling into the sofa cushions. 

"I think it's nice, to have someone like that." 

Anthony didn't say anything to this, but instead he looked rather deep in thought. Studious, an aesthetic that would have set him in the elite Greek class. 

Everything lapsed into silence, then, and so Emily decided to amuse herself braiding her hair. Normally, she might have baked an entire rack of muffins - "stress-baking" Ant had dubbed it - but they had no flour, courtesy of Anthony stabbing the package with his rapier to "test something". Arse. 

She normally left braids in her hair for the nights that she knew they were going out on a job, but today was different. Emily needed something to keep her anxious energy at bay, and not the furious knee-jiggling that her housemates loathed.