Hey y’all – Besides for some bleak thoughts and illegible, “I’m sick and shouldn’t be typing posts”, I am late to post. I have been down with actual influenza for a week, and I am still recovering from that mess. Please excuse the potential sloppiness of this chapter, I cannot format and edit while potentially partially brain dead. I literally feel like someone ran over me with a lawnmower full of gorilla glue and horseradish. It’s been something. Thanks to the mod team of @cscocktoberfest for understanding that I needed a beat.
ONTO THE GOOD NEWS! Look at this beautiful banner @wingedlioness made me ages ago! Stunning. Really. The picture’s not bad either.
Anyway, here comes some smut finally for the cock in cocktober, I did sketch a nude picture for this in the hospital, but I don’t know if I wanna look at it or not. The nurses thought it was… something.
Cleared out, the club seemed like a cave chamber or the belly of some metal beast. Low murmurs from the staff as they cleaned echoed off the walls in a low grumble. It helped keep them oblivious to Killian and Emma sitting at a table behind the wings of the stage, Emma’s face softly sympathetic as she poured tea for the obviously rattled man before her.
“Killian, I know this is a shock -”
“A shock?” Killian laughed darkly, an edge to his clipped tones. “Bloody fucking hell, Emma. This is a little more than a shock, having to sit there and pretend everything was just fine while finding out that you’re some…What even are you?”
“I’m a siren. As are you,” Emma said simply, sipping her tea daintily. “I don’t know how you didn’t know; did your parents not tell you?”
Killian felt rage boiling up from somewhere buried deep, pressed small and forgotten with purpose.
It All Starts With a Dance 