@sekiroh -- ;

“Lord Kuro, please, you must sleep...” Upon an unrolled futon did the Divine Heir sit with a stoic look upon his countenance, but it wasn’t the unruly wiles of a child steaming in petulance that kept the boy awake. Emma understood. Having lost so much, in a country of death, it was lucky any of them could sleep. Sighing, the physician started when she saw Wolf abruptly behind her, unaware of his presence. Truly worthy of being in the Divine Heir’s service, even if she could live without being so easily startled. 

“Perhaps you could convince the young lord to sleep, Wolf. He’s quite restless, but needs his sleep.”

Bloodborne - Moonlit Melody

Emma

@besidethesun -- ;

In Sekiro’s passing, Emma had conspired to spirit Lord Kuro as far from Ashina as she possibly could, conspiring to take him across the seas--to the Ryukyu Islands, perhaps. The roads were ever treacherous, abounding with cutthroats and demons alike Emma cut down without distinction. If they came at the pair with a sword, then they were her quarry to kill. “Lord Kuro, behind me, please,” Emma murmured lowly as she unsheathed her katana, eyes trained ahead. 

Someone was there. Someone she’d be damned to allow to take Kuro from her.

@knightshonour -- ;

Lothric had not been the place she’d imagined sojourning, but it had been something of a necessary evil, her father had forewarned. The Undead Settlement was apart of the most unsettling, a land drowned in ghouls and the undying. Though Emma kept her wits about her, even she could only contend with so much for so long. 

“Behind you!” Emma called behind an armored man, impaling a ghoul that sputtered and crumpled to the ground from the devastating death blow.

@winterimbued -- ;

It was seldom that she went often to the foreign markets manned by the Dutch, for they often brokered wares as far as Cathay and even the Ottomans themselves, but even she could confess to hoping to chance upon items from her motherland. The scent of foreign spices and the shouts of merchants peddling her wares did little to distract, but at the sight of a maiden in pristine blue did Emma feel taken aback. For though they were not of these lands, they were beautiful.

“Pardon my saying, but--your robes. They’re quite beautiful.”

@rrakuyo -- ;

She had journeyed far, indeed, to happen upon this mysterious city. Emma was exhausted. Geta tapped on stony cobblestone and brick lain throughout, the sights and smells unlike anything she’d ever seen. A misty, fiery glow enveloped the sunrise whilst she walked with her head down, feeling scrutinizing glowers upon her person that threatened to devour her most wolfishly. Though she didn’t wish to be here, she had to be.

By the ascendant stair feeding into the Cathedral Ward, she knew something had to be done of the Dragonsrot. Something this enigmatic Blood Healing might be the cure for. 

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