The Very Witching Time (3 /4)
Witching Wednesday is here and I am SO EXCITED to share this chapter!!
But first, THANK YOU to everyone reading and especially those of you who’ve shared stories of your dogs and how dog!Killian reminds you of them. I’m beyond thrilled to hear that! Please give me ALL THE DOG STORIES.
In this chapter we have Samhain traditions and Emma and Killian’s bond, Cora’s plan coming to fruition, a WITCH FIGHT, some pretty epic magic, and Killian being a very good dog indeed.
(there is also some graphic-ish violence, so be prepared…)
The brilliant art is by @gingerchangeling and the wonderful event is managed by @cssns. And I am kept sane by @thisonesatellite who is the best ever and SHE KNOWS WHY 💕💕💕
SUMMARY: Emma Swan is a hereditary witch, last in a long line of wise women who for centuries have guarded the coast of Maine and the small village of Storybrooke with their homemade cures and their ancient magic. She holds the delicate balance between magic and mundane, but now that balance is threatened by a new foe, one capable of bringing an end to everything Emma is and everything she loves. To defeat it she will need all her power, help from her friends and neighbours, and the loyalty of a very unusual dog who answers to the name of Killian.
RATING: M, mostly for future violence
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CHAPTER 3:
Those sweltering days that in the midst of summer seem endless eventually drifted, as they always do, into autumn, shortening and cooling to a delicious crispness until Emma with a happy sigh unpacked her sweaters from their cedar chest and aired them in the garden. As the weeks tipped into months she and Killian fell into a comfortable routine of days spent in the shop and evenings in the garden or before the wide stone fireplace in the living room, curled up on the sofa with his head in her lap as she read a book or watched a movie, absently stroking his silky ears. He slept beside her each night, his head resting on her hip and his paw draped over her waist, a pose that she found oddly protective, but though she rolled her eyes and told him she was perfectly safe in her own bedroom even if he slept at the foot of the bed, she secretly loved the warmth of him and his soft breathing at her back and the gentle way he licked her chin to wake her up whenever she was tempted to oversleep.
“All right, all right, I’m awake,” she groused one late October morning, wiping her chin and pushing Killian away. He sat back on his haunches and watched her with a bright, expectant smile.
“Is this because I promised you pancakes today?”
“Aye!”
“Crazy dog,” she said fondly, scratching his ears and dropping a kiss on the impossibly soft spot on his forehead just between his eyes. “All right, let’s go.”
“Aye!” he barked, leaping off the bed and racing down the stairs as she grabbed a cardigan to throw over her flannel pajama pants and tank top, shivering in delight at the chill in the morning air. She loved October.
Already Emma’s witchy-senses, as she called them, had sharpened in anticipation of Samhain and the Hunter’s Moon, set to coincide that year for the first time in more than three centuries. Magic shimmered in the air, carried on the brisk autumn breezes and rustling through the leaves that blazed brightly in shades of gold and burgundy, umber and terracotta, and a yellow like distilled sunshine. The sky that morning was blindingly blue, reminding Emma of Killian’s eyes, with soft wisps of white cloud and a vee of Canada geese soaring south on the crisp winds. Emma opened her door and breathed deeply, inhaling the air and the magic, until Killian’s whimpers grew too impatient to ignore. She turned to look at him, sitting under the table with an expression between a scowl and a pout.
A scout. A powl?
Autumn made her whimsical, Emma reflected.
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