OneWhoTurns

A/N Mar 2018: Well, I wrote my first emsider ficlet. 

I think I spent too long on it, but I like how it came out. So... enjoy, I guess. If you like it (and feel like it), I’d love a review or a ko-fi.

Title: heresy
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Emily/Outsider [emsider]
Word count: 1744
Rating: T? acknowledges the existence of sex
Summary/Prompt: "Playing at heresy, Your Imperial Majesty?”

She'd received the scrimshaw bracelet as part of a series of unwanted gifts from Whitecliff, supposedly meant to reinforce the bond between the Crown and the Abbey. More like a reminder that the Abbey was always watching. The bracelet was a series of six whalebone panels: four for the four isles of the Empire, one for the Abbey, one for the Crown. It was carefully and intricately crafted - she was sure whoever had made it must have spent months with fine delicate tools - each panel depicting a highly detailed scene specific to that facet of the Empire. 

Emily ran her thumb over the panel meant to represent Gristol -- a whale in a sling. A slaughterhouse, to represent her homeland. And of course next to it, on the panel representing the Crown: her face.

The juxtaposition made her ill.