Recent content by Emilie

Emilie felt the familiar tension rise as Mako’s hand gripped hers and helped pull her through the window. The warmth of his touch was fleeting, but the sensation lingered far longer than it should’ve, buzzing beneath her skin. She pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the task at hand...

Nothing. He said nothing. Well, fine. She could play that game, too. Silence wasn’t new to her. It sat between them like a wall of ice, thick and impenetrable, and she had no interest in chipping away at it first. If Mako wanted to keep whatever storm was raging inside that thick skull of his...

Emilie tugged her coat tighter around herself as they stepped outside, the worn leather doing little against the creeping cold, but she wasn’t about to complain. She caught the flicker of his hands as he signed, his question careful, indirect. How’s Amara doing? “She’s the same as ever.” she...

Emilie watched Mako carefully as he signed, her mind still catching up with the reality of him standing in front of her again. A year was a long time, but not long enough, it seemed, to dull the effect he had on her. She exhaled, considering for a moment. A morgue break-in wasn’t exactly how...

Emilie held her ground as Mako stepped closer, her face giving nothing away, but inside, her thoughts raged. She hadn’t been ready for this. Not really. The moment she’d seen him, something inside her had lurched, a feeling she’d spent the last year trying to drown rising like a tide she...

The man on the floor groaned, rolling onto his side and clutching his head. “Fucking lunatic!” he spat, voice thick with pain and outrage. “That’s her, right there! The redheaded b—” He pointed a shaking finger at Emilie, his face twisted in a grimace as he thought twice about insulting her...

The man's yelp of surprise was muffled by the solid thunk of his face meeting the wooden table. A string of curses followed as he jerked back, clutching his nose, which was now bleeding freely again. "THE FUCK?!" he sputtered, glaring up at Mako with watery eyes. His companion, too slow to...

The dirt road leading into Eldholm was rutted from wagon wheels and heavy rains, and the faint scent of pine hung in the crisp evening air. Emilie walked with purpose, her steps silent despite the weight of her boots. Two of the crew, Jared and Finnick flanked her, their weapons visible enough...

The past year aboard the Stormchaser with Amara and her crew had been a balm to Emilie's soul. She had embraced the life of a pirate, throwing herself into every task with the determination of a woman trying to outrun her pain. She had learned the thrill of the open sea, how to read the stars...

Emilie laughed. It was a rare thing lately, but the thought of her as a pirate was too amusing not to. "Well. If I survive Asha, maybe I'll join you." she said with a shrug as she straightened her hat with a smirk. Her brows rose at the sight of Mako and her eyes rolled as she made her own...

“Yes.. It is his fault.” She said as she glanced to Mako. “But had he not carved this curse into my shoulder, I’d be dead.” She huffed sharply. “I’ll probably wind up that way anyway, I know it’s stupid. But If there was any other way we’d do it..” Em smiled as the Captain agreed to help and...

Em winced slightly at Amara's response and her arms folded across her stomach, chewing on her lip until she decided to speak up. "We know its a lot to ask.. But you can't possibly understand what its like. Asha and her crew are hunting reckoners, they killed my father and they're looking for us...

Em wiped the frothy moustache from her upper lip and frowned at him. "What good's a bow going to do me on a ship of pirates armed with knives and swords?" she asked incredulously. "Sure you're a pirate?.." her head tilted and she gave a light smirk. She threaded her way back through the crowd...

Emilie rubbed at her temples, feeling the dull ache build. This was a disaster. "Fuck it. Alright." she huffed and shook her head. "Not like I have anything to lose. Either we succeed or someone puts me out of my misery." she shrugged. She took another long drink and set the empty tankard down...

Em's head shook in confusion. "But, if she has men out hunting for reckoners, won't she know what we are?" she asked quietly. "What if she already knows what we look like?"