#csattano

“Ah, Herr Corvo-”

Klaus was literally sprawled out on the kitchen floor of his aunts house, but then he started to wave his hand, to get him to come over to him. He was sort of really fucked up, and needed a hand getting up from the ground.

“Could I get a little help, big man?”

⦕☥⦖

“Uh huh.”

There was no way she could hold something beyond his reach- that was for sure. By the time Corvo had been 14, he was taller than more of the other kids and had a reach that seemed like a mile long. Instead, all she could do was tuck it behind her back, and stand with her back against the wall.

  “I’ll give you this back, Mount Corvo-” She smirked as she used his childhood nickname; one that only SHE could get away using.

“but only- if you give me a kiss.” 

✖ k̳l̳a̳u̳s̳ ✖

“Happens surprisingly a lot.” 

Klaus went to sit up, giving his head a bit of a shake. He looked around- okay, good. at least he knew where he was for a change.

 “What day is it?”

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses/accepting

⭐️Tallahassee: in their home, the only one who is allowed to make pancakes is Tallahassee. Although Emma makes good pancakes too- he is the true pancake master. (all verses)

⭐️ Corvo:  In the verse where Emma moves to Dunwall, Emma always gets her friend to import coffee and foods from back home, in order to treat Corvo with the foods they grew up with.

⭐️ Sebastian: Emma surprised him with a trip to New Orleans to show him all the best Jazz places there. (both verses bc why not)

⭐️Eli: Emma’s horse was very distinctive- and often would hitch them outside wherever she had a room for the night. This is how Eli knew she was in town. (RDR2 verse)

⭐️ Henry: When he was little, Emma knew Henry wasn’t always comfortable in social situations so she never pushed him. They had lots of code words and signals to help him bail out whenever he felt overwhelmed. (nomad witch / songs sung as offering verses

“No - wait-!” 

She’d bound up from the chair, and in a flash she was in front of him. She put her hands up as if to stop him. It was probably the first time in a long time (at the very least, since Remiel had vanished) that Emma let her vulnerability show to anyone. Her worry was clearly written across her face.

 It wasn’t easy for her to admit, but in all truth she was scared. Everything she’d said and done could be chalked up to that. Emma was worried that she was next, that whatever got Remiel, and Anansi- was bound to get her too.  She wasn’t ready to let the music stop just yet. She wasn’t ready to die. 

“Look, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for being a shithead. I am. I’m  terrified. I’m alone. I’m scared because I don’t know what’s  happened to my friends. And, I don’t want that to happen  to me too.” 

  She was just trying to get home. Today hadn’t gone according to plan, and all she wanted to  do was put it behind her. Especially after some moron had tried to rob her. She was on edge- fire practically coursing through her.    She was itching for a fight.

  After walking for a little while longer, she  couldn’t help but notice the other behind her. With a slight turn of her head, out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed him. He was wearing a mask. Just like her attacker.  She slowed her steps, only to close the distance between them. And once he was close enough- Emma whirled around, grabbed his jacket and  went to pin him against the closest wall.

  “You got a lot of nerve.”