A/N Mar 2018: a ficlet in two parts: 1st angst, 2nd fluff (/smut). If you enjoyed it, feel free to check out my ko-fi ^^
Title: Roving Feet
Chapter: 2/2
Pairing: Emily/Outsider (emsider)
Word count: 3143
Rating: T, bordering on M -- fade to black
Summary: “Come on in, Empress.” His voice was even, relaxed, and when she blinked into dark vision she saw him around the corner of the window, facing inward, as though waiting for her to appear. So she did.
start here (1/2)
She didn’t visit him for a long time after that. She covered her fear with anger. He was manipulating her. She shouldn’t feel bad for the man, he didn’t want her pity -- but maybe he wanted her anger. Was that what he wanted? For her to be mad at him? He seemed to teem with some surging writhing something and parsing out just what that was was beyond her. She didn’t have the energy to invest.
The Outsider became just another subject she was briefed on. How his health was, plans for integrating him into society. He would need a name.
“Will we give him a title?”
Corvo seemed surprised at her question. “I… hadn’t considered it.”
She avoided her father’s eyes, keeping her tone blasé and her eyes glued to the papers she perused. “It seems he would be useful to have on hand in case of any… Void-related occurrences.”
Her father’s body stilled and his eyes narrowed. Maybe she was a little too eager. “...Void-related occurrences,” he repeated, just barely holding back his incredulity.
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