15. unfair advantage
Prompt: ''Don't you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!''
A/N: Tiny canon-compliant fic.
''Don't you dare throw that snowba-,'' Too late. ''Goddammit!''
There are few things Emma hates more than the feeling of melting snow dripping down her back. But one of those things is definitely the stupid triumphant grin on his stupid smug face.
She shudders, feeling goosebumps creep up her arms. How is he seemingly not cold at all? He's wearing his usual outfit, with his shirt far too unbuttoned to be healthy in this ungodly weather.
''Really, Killian?'' She fixes him with a stern glare, one so icy that it could probably turn him into an icicle if she wants it to. Maybe she does.
''It was Henry's idea!'' he attempts, a poor excuse to save his own skin, something he quickly realizes might be necessary.
''Yes, blame it on the thirteen-year old. Real mature,'' she retorts while her voice turns high-pitched in exasperation. When Henry doesn't come out to argue about Emma's usage of his age as a way to dismiss his involvement in the matter, she looks around with a furrowed brow. ''Where is he, anyway?''
''Bloody hell,'' he mutters under his breath after turning his gaze towards the spot behind a tree where Henry had apparently been hiding. ''The lad betrayed me.'' He sounds like he can't quite believe that his partner in crime abandoned him to his cruel fate.
''Well,'' she draws the word out, which makes him turn back to her, his eyebrows simultaneously rising as he senses the danger. ''I guess that means you're on your own.''
He hadn't know what he was getting himself into until now. Lights begin to flicker at the tips of her fingers, and the white on the ground slowly begins to rise. Flurries of snow begin to surround him, fencing him in from all sides.
''Swan, please, that's not fair.'' He suddenly sounds rather panicked. It makes her laugh, which kind of ruins the evil demeanor she's going for.
''Neither is a sneak attack, but that didn't stop you from doing it.'' she states matter-of-factly. No mercy. A split second later, he is completely engulfed in snow, covered from head to toe. Emma sprints away while giggling in satisfaction, avoiding his hastily put together snowballs that fly through the air with unusually bad aim.