A tense teaser for the next chapter of E2 · 8:19pm Dec 23rd, 2018
Tangled sheets and blankets formed unwanted lumps in all of the worst places. Blackbird lay on her back, looking up at the ceiling while listening to the sound of Dim breathing beside her. The sounds he made worried her, left her body tight with anxious energy. It felt good to be doing nothing after a long day of doing mostly nothing. Half-awake, half-asleep, she thought about the kisses—and there were many kisses to think about.
Nothing had happened, and nothing needed to happen. Just kisses. Many kisses. But then Dim’s melancholy returned, and with it, Blackbird suspected the return of Darling’s spectre. But Dim had not sent her away—in fact, in the moments and hours that followed, they shared a closeness that Blackbird did not believe possible. Not many words had been said, but they had lounged together, enjoying each other’s company in companionable, compatible silence.
Not the awkward, cringy, unwanted silence.
Dim was dozing, but sleep was elusive prey for Blackbird. The wine on her breath tickled her nose, but the booze in her blood did nothing to help her slumber. What she needed—what she wanted—was to rub one out. Blackbird needed to have a go at her kitty-slitty and work out her frustrations, but this felt like an impossible dream at the moment. She thought about humping and delighted in just how delightfully dirty of a word it was.
A girl had needs.
As powerful as her needs were, she wasn’t ready, and neither was Dim. For now, this was enough. This was good. He was right there beside her, and that was enough. She wanted to roll over onto her side, but that would mean flopping about and trying to find that perfect position where she wasn’t laying on her wing in some terrible, uncomfortable way. It would also mean disturbing Dim, as he was currently laying atop one of her wings at the moment. Well, partially. His head rested upon a warm, feathery, comfortable place, and she was certain that doing so brought him comfort, at the cost of her own discomfort, but that was fine. That was okay.
The thunderous crack of gunfire utterly destroyed the peace and stillness of the night.
Blackbird lept from the bed and caused Dim to tumble to the floor. One shot. From the other rooms, she heard shouting. As Dim roused himself and picked himself up from the floor, Blackbird was arming herself, as one tended to do when one heard gunfire in the middle of the night. She heard Dim snarl and the cold light that emanated from his horn brought no comfort, no reassurance.
Their door slammed open and Blackbird brought her revolver to bear, pointing it at the dark silhouette in the doorway. It was Motte, and he was armed with his crazy-ridiculous quad-barreled shotgun. Biting her lip, Blackbird lowered her gun and tried to steady her nerves. Bailey was just behind Motte, her mane all wrapped up in curlers.
The rough shouts of soldiers could be heard in the hallway…
There's probably typos and such. This is gonna be a rough chapter.
*hoping around like a giddy school girl*
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! They fucked! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
:D
4984622
Um, no.
4984629
Oh. Nvr mind then
4984651
I am still worried and confused on how that conclusion was reached. Like, I need to fix something.
4984663
I may have only read the first line, to avoid spoilers, and then jumped to conclusions. I read to many romance stories XD
I see a sign being made for the future to be hung upon the doorknob.
"Getting some. Any interruptions will be dealt with lethally."