“What I’ve been trying, without success, to tell you Swan, is the depths to which I care about you. But every time I go to say the words for the first time, I keep being interrupted.” She was still in his arms, holding her breath, her hands lightly caressing his where they met at her stomach.
“So I’m going to show you instead.”
The sky suddenly erupted with colourful light, sparkles flying everywhere in sudden arrays and shapes, some of the most beautiful he’d ever seen, and he was from a land with magic.
“Fireworks?” she gasped.
“No,” he chuckled, “fairies.”
“Fairy-works then,” she said, her cheeks raised from her smile, awe in her voice. She gasped suddenly, pointing out a shape she particularly liked.
(Requested by Kim, but I wanted to make a fanart for her fic “Interrupted” for a while now ♥)
A CS Halloweek monstrosity that’s actually too long to post all on Tumblr, it doesn’t let me, I’m so sorry/you’re welcome..
He doesn’t smell familiar, which matches the British accent; it takes a gust of wind for her to realize it, but she breathes deeply and tries to pick out his scent. The surface scent is almost like home, the smells of an old city, but this one has earthy undertones and… salt? Sea salt. And then there’s his unique scent, the wolfscent that’s different for every pack but still makes her think of fur and fangs and how it feels to sing with her packmates.
“You got permission to be here?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest and hoping the wind doesn’t change. Her body likes his scent, likes how it compliments her own so well – this is a city wolf, not some bigshot from the ‘burbs who thinks he’s hot shit – and she doesn’t know how she’d respond if it turned out his body liked hers too.
He grins, slow and a little bit dangerous. “Your pack leaders are aware of my presence, yes.”
“Good,” she says, “because I’ve got places to be and I don’t have time to get wrapped up in bureaucratic nonsense because some London wolf wants to slum it.”
Once Emma discovered she was having visions of future crimes she knew she had to do something about it. The only person she could trust with her secret was her partner, Killian Jones. The two of them set out to solve the crimes from her visions. When one of the crimes she sees is Killian’s death, they have to work harder than ever to solve it.
It All Starts With a Dance 