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Hawkins Lane, December 13th
Oct. 30th, 2016 03:57 pmIt was barely a day later when Edward decided to return to Hawkins Lane, where he knocked on the door to request an audience. Who should answer but Rose?
“Master Kenway,” she said, surprised, and going slightly red. There was a moment of awkwardness, then Edward was being asked to wait, and shortly after that was being led to Emmett Scott’s study, a room dominated by a desk in its centre, wood panelling giving it a dark, serious atmosphere. Emmett stood in front of his desk, and in the gloom, with his dark hair, his cadaverous look and dark, hollowed-out cheeks, he looked like a crow.
( You have thought my offer over, then? )
[[ nfb, nfi. taken from the Black Flag novelization ]]
“Master Kenway,” she said, surprised, and going slightly red. There was a moment of awkwardness, then Edward was being asked to wait, and shortly after that was being led to Emmett Scott’s study, a room dominated by a desk in its centre, wood panelling giving it a dark, serious atmosphere. Emmett stood in front of his desk, and in the gloom, with his dark hair, his cadaverous look and dark, hollowed-out cheeks, he looked like a crow.
( You have thought my offer over, then? )
[[ nfb, nfi. taken from the Black Flag novelization ]]
