#also i have been thinking about the idea of making a slight sorta crack drabble on this

[adozentothedawn]

This guy saw the Knife of Dunwall, the infamous assassin who is responsible for at least dozens of murders of high ranking nobles among many others, who just single handedly took care of his gang leader and broke the previous gang leader out of Coldridge prison to install them again, who just did literal black magic in front of him, and he thought "Yeah I'll antagonize this guy with provocative and emasculating sexual comments, that sounds like a great idea."

[capn-charlie]

After reading your coming out drabble I thought of this: jealous Emily because Alison checked out another girl. Thank you.

Emison rain kiss?

You know, I didn’t plan on combining these two but it just sorta… happened. I think it came out nicely, though:

“Hey,” Alison gently bumps into Emily’s shoulder as they walk home, “why are you being so quiet?”

The brunette goes to open her mouth but no words come out, her lips rubbing together as she shakes her head, not wanting to explain what’s on her mind because, honestly, it’s pretty silly considering that Alison never necessarily came out as bisexual or, well, liking girls at all ━ aside from her, since the blonde claimed, “I don’t know what I’ll end up calling myself, but I want you.”

Either way, no matter what her girlfriend labels herself as, Emily recently witnessed a girl walking by them while sitting at a table within The Brew and, slowly, blue eyes followed whoever-the-hell as Alison took a sip of her drink, being as subtle as possible. Emily wasn’t directly staring at her girlfriend at the time but she could see out of the corner of her eye, immediately feeling her heart sink because, ever since they were young teenagers, she always figured Alison would leave her once finding something better ━ disregarding how heavily the blonde disagrees and claims she’s happier than ever before.

Randomly, Alison speeds up and rounds Emily so the brunette can’t walk any further, the girls almost colliding when the blonde puts her hands on her girlfriend’s hips to still her. She carefully re-situates her hands back at her sides, needing to distract herself because her hormones have been ruthless lately. Emily looks past her and around where they stand, noting the shallow edging of forest near the opposite side of the road while houses line the other, a grey-ish sky overcasting whereas the neighborhood is almost radio silent.

“Em, really,” Alison looks into her eyes, her voice knowing, “tell me what’s going on.”

She watches the brunette shift her jaw while bowing her head to look at their feet, so her mouth begins to turn downward into a frown, tilting her head to the side as if she could possibly see Emily’s features better.

“Did I do something?” is the following question, the words just above a whisper while sounding pained and near panicky.

Emily raises her chin to look at Alison, licking her lips in thought and evading blue eyes once again. She hears a rumble of thunder in the distance, the trailing sound being the pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the ground, though there aren’t many. The noise of an impending storm causes Emily to mutter, “Come on. I don’t want you catching a cold,” as she goes to pull Alison’s hand to firmly bring her more toward the house, located only five lots down, but the blonde untangles their fingers and stays put.

“No, not until you talk to me,” Alison’s voice is adamant, unmoved. “Weeks ago, you were begging me to open up. Now, I’m asking you to do the same.”

The girl takes an audibly deep breath, sealing her lips shut before they look into each other’s eyes, Emily’s focus wavering because a tinge of embarrassment courses through her body due to her insecurities, especially because she’s always told Alison that she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to her whenever the blonde feels down. Now, she feels a tinge of hypocrisy hit her in the chest and she sighs.

“I can’t help but think I’m not… enough,” her eyes widen, looking at their feet again. “I’m not sure why I feel that way, but I do. I’m not sure if you’ll say you’re happy today, but leave me tomorrow, whether or not it’s for someone else…”

“I don’t want anyone else, Em,” Alison shakes her head forcefully, her voice laced with conviction while her words are solid. “I’m not leaving you for any reason.”

“I know you can’t physically leave because of…” her mouth opens while glancing at Alison’s body, afterwards her eyes darting away. “I just… what if something better comes along? What if someone better comes along?”

“Okay,” a nervous, partially crumbling laugh comes from Alison’s throat as she takes a deep breath, “I’m going to ask you again. Did I do something? There has to be a reason why you’re saying this.”

Like the first time, Emily appears as though she wants to say something but remains silent, however Alison doesn’t allow her to escape the conversation.

“Please,” she begs, “tell me.”

“I just… don’t… get it,” the words struggle to come out, pauses interrupting the brunette’s answer. “I don’t care that you don’t label yourself, Alison, and I want you to know that… but it confuses me so damn much.”

“Why?” Alison tilts her head to the side, forehead creased through sympathetic features.

“Because I don’t know who I should worry about,” Emily’s voice cracks. “I don’t know whether or not I should be getting jealous over guys, or girls, or both━”

“Neither,” the interruption is soft, so kind that it stuns the near-frantic girl.

Alison takes a small step closer, listening to the rain picking up around them while hitting the ground near their feet, also feeling small drops on her skin while thunder rumbles in the distance. She takes the silence as a green light to catch her breath and get a firm grasp on what she wants to say, simultaneously watching Emily’s body language take a guarded turn, the girl loosely crossing her arms when they’re a foot away.

“Jealousy is a given, okay?” Alison starts, looking into Emily’s hesitant eyes. “I won’t tell you not to be jealous because we both know that’d be pretty hypocritical of me,” she gives the brunette a look and earns a tiny, breathy chuckle, “but I will tell you that you have nothing to worry about. Even if you don’t believe me now, I promise you’ll believe me someday. I don’t want to leave you, Em. I have no intention of leaving you.”

Emily nods as much as she can, clenching her jaw and feeling the rain pick up. She wants to cut the conversation short, mostly because she really doesn’t want Alison to catch a cold since they’re both wearing short sleeves, but Alison continues.

“Even once this baby is born, I…” her words are halted, sealing her lips because they haven’t spoken about anything other than the fact that it’ll be the three of them, not having a solid plan in regards to if Emily is still going to live with her or not. “I want… to stay with you. I want to be a little family,” the final words are quiet, Alison catching herself off-guard with the confession because she didn’t expect to confront the issue today ━ or anytime soon.

“Are you sure?” the only question that Emily can come up with is muttered, almost drown out by the growing rain and nearing thunder.

Alison licks her lips in thought, first looking away but soon forcing herself to stare into kind, brown eyes with a smile that tugs her mouth’s corners upward, nodding seriously.

“Yes, I am,” Alison smiles harder, “but we have to know we’re on the same page. None of this, ‘I feel like you’re going to leave tomorrow’ stuff. I meant it when I asked you out. I’ve never been happier, and I want you to let yourself believe that because it’s true.”

“Okay,” she whispers, “I promise I will, or I’ll at least try,” the ending is mumbled, looking away.

Alison nods, wanting to kiss the girl in front of her but, within seconds, Emily is passing her while reaching to entwine their fingers, saying, “Let’s get home before it storms.”

She doesn’t move, however, and Emily looks back with a frown while letting go of the girl’s hand. Without warning, Alison casually approaches, her confident attitude wavering although it’s replaced with something more lovable, and Emily suddenly can’t move, lingering in the same spot while the space between their bodies closes slowly. A wave of thunder rumbles overhead, Emily looking up toward the sky while Alison briefly does the same but turns her attention back to the brunette in front of her, admiring the sight of rain coming down behind the girl and everywhere surrounding them. It gets heavier by the passing second, almost to the point of their clothes being entirely covered with water without being drenched, and Alison smiles at the thought.

“Ali, I know you love the rain, but we have to get inside,” Emily tries to get the girl to follow, partly turning her body in the direction of the house with a head tilt that begs her to agree.

Alison steps closer, her former smile softening until it’s just a mere, love-drunk grin, and her lips part while keeping roughly five inches of space between their faces.

“Kiss me before we go,” the request is careful, feeling timid about her words due to the delicacy of the prior conversation.

Before Emily can make a move, Alison shuffles an inch closer, whispering, “Please.”

The weary yet airy attitude makes Emily smile, feeling herself only nod once before letting her hands move to Alison’s waist while moving closer. The blonde smiles at the idea of being granted a kiss even after Emily’s mood was shaky because of a wave of jealousy, feeling completely comfortable with the girl whose hands hold her waist with almost-shaking fingertips. With childlike grins, the two lean in, their lips meeting after seconds of tension and wanting, lidded eyes struggling to stay focused.

Initially, Emily attempted to only peck Alison on the lips, but the weight of the moment bore down on her thoughts and, suddenly, she pressed her mouth against her girlfriend’s more than before, hearing rain hit the cement underneath and beside them. A small rumble of thunder sounds above them, though neither pay attention as Alison’s right hand comes up to stroke Emily’s cheek with her thumb, ultimately having the kiss be broken because they can’t stop their impending, in-love type of smiles.

“Happy now?” Emily teases, backing up and raising her eyebrows while taking Alison’s hand, the rain pouring down.

This time, Alison complies and mutually speed-walks while entwining their fingers with a deep breath and slight smile, eyes studying their surroundings as she absentmindedly mutters, “I’m always happy with you.”