Rolling her neck to ease the ache that had settled there, over her shoulder and up her spine, she shook her head. “I did not want to bother you with such things.” Fingers pulled at the crispy bread, humming contentedly as she dunked each tiny scrap in the melted cheese that had escaped the confines of the bread and onto the plate.
"I have been thinking of something lately, and wanted to ask you your opinion." Her words were carefully formed, as she was uncertain just how he would take it. "I have been approached after the last show by a security company that uses third parties to help train their men and women." Her eyes found his. "They want me to be a consultant. Train." Emily was quick to add. "This circus is my life. You and the others - your my family. But with the season winding down, I will need the distraction. It is part-time work only, but I will be required to travel.
Do I take it on?”
Loki’s expression turned skeptical.
"Bother me with such things, Emily. It’s my job. If I didn’t want to do it, I’d send you all away." The god took another drink of his hot chocolate, the skeptical expression melting into a deep, contemplative frown. It was unheard of, for anyone in the circus to take a second job. The Ringmaster did not give them many breaks, and they enjoyed the winter hiatus as thoroughly as the could; it wasn’t as if they were hurting for money.
Even billionaires would be hard pressed to find a better deal: food and housing, safety and healthcare, even immunity all provided without question as long as the members were willing to remain loyal to the Trickster-God-turned-Ringmaster. This was a question he’d never been presented with, but…within certain boundaries, it was not an outrageous request.
"I don’t…take issue with it, so long as when we are ready to begin traveling once more, you are available to leave with us. The circus must always be your primary focus, or else you must choose to leave it permanently." It wasn’t a threat so much as a reiteration of a rule, one that was made painfully clear upon any member’s acceptance.
At this point, Emily had risen, putting her dishes into the sink, hands braced on the countertop in contemplation, listening quietly. “Of course. I will still live here - just every now and then travel to the city.” The necessity of a roof over her head, family nearby so she wasn’t just trapped in her own head, made it known in the quickening heartbeat.
The security company scout had approached her after a particularly jarring set; she had noticed him straight off. While other’s had flinched when the gun had gone off, this woman sat completely still, an appraising look upon her face.
She had no doubt that she could do both jobs; it’s not like she really slept much anymore. Able to put on a happy-enough front beneath subtle makeup around the eyes, keep her hands in her pockets to fight the tremors that had begun as her nervous system began to falter. Emily knew she needed to sleep, but it was the time when her darkness tempted her the most.
This job would allow her to keep busy, and control the need she felt… wouldn’t it?