Summary:
Emma’s visit to her friends in Ireland becomes more than just a vacation
when she meets a handsome man in the woods. A handsome man who turns
out to me an immortal fae—and helps reveal some truths about herself. (Title from a poem by W. B. Yeats)
A/N: Ahh it’s the last chapter!!!! This has been a lot of fun to work on, so thank you so much to everyone who has left a comment/flailed in tags—it means so much! Thank you again to MFAMB @kat2609 and the Abed to my Troy @shipsxahoy for beta’ing!!!!
Also, a special birthday shoutout to @phiralovesloki: dedicating this one to you!!! I hope you have an absolutely beautiful day!! (everyone else: check out her fics! They’re FANTASTIC!)
He gulped. “Your ears…They weren’t…pointed last night, were they?”
She was taken aback. “Uh, no.” Her ears were perfectly round, thank you very much. To verify that, she reached up to trace the shell of her lobes.
What the hell? Where normally they would curve back down, they made a point, the same as Killian’s. She sat up as panic set in and started tracing her birthmark with her thumb, hoping it would calm her. How do my ears just randomly change shape?
He followed her up shortly, still with a confused look on his face. “Don’t freak out…” Well, that’s not a good way to keep me calm. “…But…you have wings, now, too.”
It All Starts With a Dance 