where: nsa offices who: @emmysavoya

saskia isn’t sure if it’s the kronos spine in her back or just her being extremely conscious of it that makes her sit so damn ramrod straight. she can’t help it. she can’t even remember so much as slouching even once in the last three years. it, at least, gives the image of perfect professionalism as she sits in a nsa conference room across from emerald savoya. “like i said, officer savoya, what happened at the gala was unfortunate, but the answer is simple. the twins cheated our extensive and rigorous background checks. that’s the only answer as to what happened.”

where: cecil's home who: @emmysavoya

it’s not often cecil brings his work home with him. less often that he lets anyone he works with into his home. emerald savoya remains the exception not the rule. the people he trusts are so few and far between there are only two; she’s one of them. he knows she would never betray him. that innate fear of being consumed by the will and desire of another person doesn’t exist when he’s with her. so he lets her in to come and go as she pleases because she would never abuse the privilege. he sets a plate of roasted chicken breast and garlic potatoes in front of her before he sits next to her on the long black sofa - an array of reports spread in front of them. “you know you’re allowed to take a break.” he doesn’t have to point it out yet he stills does, as if she still needs his permission to do things others wouldn’t think twice about. “did you see your therapist after the gala?”

when: 7 january 2040 where: buchanan's annual gala who: @emmysavoya

toying with the broken handcuff on his wrist, otto rolls his head to one side on the stone bench he's sprawled out over as emmy approaches. he supposes it was inevitable she'd be doing check ins throughout the night, married to her work the way she is, though he'd hoped seeing her with the big bad skull man would mean she'd forget about otto for the night. "uh ohhhh. who snitched?" he snickers, no attempt made to hide the fact that he's high. at least it means he's in a good mood, means he's not causing problems that need to be fixed or punished. "i've been on my fourth best behavior tonight. don't feel so worried, ossifer. i swear i'm behaving. the bestest boy in the whole wide fucking world." a giggle escapes him and with a groan, otto pulls himself upright through core strength alone while fishing his vape pen out and taking another hit. "do you ever take a break?"

for: @emmysavoya. date: january 7, 2040. location: buchanan’s gala.

the news of the superserum punctuates the evening’s proceedings in ways that are only applicable to the wealthy and famous: a reminder of the power held by those with the money to spare and a catalog of ideas to buy from. zayid wishes that meeting emerald again could have been under less severe circumstances seeing how rare the opportunity to talk to her has become in recent months. 

“seeing you these days is like winning the grand prix,” zayid quips dryly in lieu of a greeting before shooting her a smile. “i’ve dropped by your office four or five times over the last two weeks and your co-workers always said you weren’t available.”

crazy how fast time flies when you’re busy handling—does he even want to know what emerald does for a living? probably not. he knows enough (or not, depending on your point of view) about cecil royce to be intimidated by the whole department under his direction. “or maybe they just know i’m terrified of your boss.”

location: nsa hq closed to @emmysavoya​​ ! -- emmy.

the atmosphere at nsa has been . . . rather strange since the incident at buchanan’s ball. the hallways of nsa are quieter than usual, and that’s not unexpected by any means. there are many who were at the event, themself included, and some others that have lost close ones who had attended. and though they try their best to put on a brave face for everyone around them, it is so hard sometimes, especially when all they can still see whenever they close their eyes is people stumbling over each other in panic. 

it’s mostly why they’ve asked emmy if she’d like to have lunch with them today, because being around her always helps calm their nerves — she’s the next best thing besides good pastry, which they also happen to have with them. they knock twice before pushing their office door open, and holds up the bag in their hand as they meet her eyes. 

“i bring you danishes,” elijah says, placing the bag gently on emmy’s desk. “my dad used to make these all the time for me. comfort food.” 

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@liqhtbearer

@orbreak

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@ofmemoriam

@ardiendos

@emmysavoya / @steviemack

@couverts

closed event starter for @emmysavoya

Handing Emerald the drink she'd requested, Danny says over the music, "In your professional opinion, what is it about these claustrophobic small towns that makes everyone wanna live and die here so badly? It's like being born inside the event horizon of a goddamn black hole."

#𝐊𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝟏 - 𝟐𝟎𝟒𝟎 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐍’𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀; cecil royce in bespoke, photo credit: novus museum

cecil royce made a rare societal appearance at robert buchanan’s annual gala. the 48-year-old royce sported an all black three-piece suit and was accompanied by emerald savoya in red. - jessica logan for e!

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