forum i cross my legs just like a queer (but my libido is strong when a lady is near) (o/o)

Started September 16, 2021 by Deleted user

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Emmett looked up from his desk, putting down the pen he had been using to file paperwork he was slightly behind on, something about Emmett was the fact that he hated doing paperwork absolutely hated it. So he was kind of relieved and glad to have a solid and valid reason to put his paperwork on pause for the time being.

"come in and take a seat" he said loudly, so the person on the other side of the door could hear them.

He then pushed his paperwork aside, so it was on his desk, and still in sight so he wouldn't forget it was there later. He put the cap back on his pen then sat it down on top of the pile of paperwork.

Mina froze. That was a very, distinctly masculine voice, and she knew that she’d be clocked in an instant. Her voice was just too deep, her bones too dense, her chest too small, and overall she looked like a mess, having not even put on any makeup this morning as she had been too busy and forgotten. She felt like walking out, but Lucky needed avenging and she needed to be the one to do it. So she walked into the room. It was small, or at least cramped with file cabinets, and held in the center a desk where the presumed detective sat at. “Mina. Harker.” she swallowed-she looked like a man in a dress and she knew it, despite all evidence, hormones, and surgeries to the contrary.

“I haven’t found anyone who will help me. My friend, she… she was murdered, just shy of a week ago.” Mina explained. “If you’ll take my case I’ll pay everything I have. I just need to bring her killer to justice.” she said. She was desperate that much was true, but she wasn’t in a mood to mind. Tears filled her pale grey eyes as she swallowed again, this time even harder.

Emmett gave her a nod, indicating her to sit in the chair in front of his desk.

"I don't want everything you have Mrs. Harker, I will simply take your case not because of your price or bribery, but simply because I want to avenge your friend Lucky, and put her murderer to shame and in prison, where they belong." He said in a raspy male voice.

He smiled up at her, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. The smile he put up for people who came into his office, asking him to help them with their case.

He indulged in Mrs. Harkers' beauty before speaking.
"Now Mrs. Harker, may I suggest you sit down, and explain Lucky, starting with who she was, what her personality was like, the basic things I may need to know about her, and if you think anyone was preying on her at all." He paused and took a deep inhalation.

"I am taking your case, from the looks you seem to care about Lucky alot, or did. So if you would please, lets get started with what you know right away, and we shall go from there." He said gruffly, trying not to let his usually high voice through as he spoke.

He once again gave her that trademark smile, and waved him hand towards the chair again.
He noticed her grey eyes and felt his chest burn. He saw her on the verge of tears and felt this was once again a raw moment, when he saw the people bringing in their cases explaining the case at first, the tears, the way the person shows they truly did really care for the victim personally, and not just the cheap 'what a tragic thing to happen' bullshit the authorities put up.

"How… how did you know…" how did he know what she was here for? Oh. He must have seen the news. Lucky's brutalizing had been in every newspaper for the last week. A once honorable lawyer turned to the side of the transgenders, becoming a drug addict and eventually getting mugged and murdered. That was how the news had painted it at least, but Lucky had only ever touched cigarettes once on Mina's account, and she hadn't been "turned" to anything. Mina had been interviewed, by the police, and fortunately they had seen her as a woman at the time. She'd wanted her name to have been kept anonymous, but she supposed someone must have gotten the word out.

"Well. I suppose I can answer your questions." she sat down, looking down. "Uh, well. As for someone preying on her, well. You saw the news story, you know how it is for women like u-her. Like her." Like us? Was she trying to get outed? "Well. We were walking home on a Sunday night, she wanted to see me back to my apartment. She knows how hard it is for me with Joni-my husband-away, I tend to get in a sort of reckless state. And so, she saw me back. That was the last I saw of her. The next morning the police were at my door, telling me she had died."

"And I suppose you'll need to know what sort of person she was. Well, she was amazing, witty, loud though, you know how it is. She was always the funniest in the group, always the one who cheered the rest of us up. I gave her the name Lucky, she was obsessed with charms and pagan shit like that. I guess I just thought it fit, and she did too. We… I'm sorry, I can't keep talking about this…" Mina had fully burst into tears by now, sobs between words making her seem almost unintelligible.

Emmett smiled at when Mina had mentioned Lucky for the amazing woman she was.
He hands gripped the desk tightly, his knuckles turning white.

He remembered seeing the news story, and reading the paper, and people were attacking a dead woman simply because she was transgender, he frowned.

He had assumed that Lucky, among all the other transgender people who were assaulted, or murdered and what not, would simply be forgotten like the others, their cases swept under the rug by the police; because they simply did not care enough.

But this woman truly cared for Lucky, and he could see that through and through, he would take her case, not doubt about it and he would strive for the justice of Lucky, simply because it was despicable what the news center had put in the paper about her, the incorrect pronouns, the vulgar language against transgender people.

And the fact that they tried to justify what happened to her— claiming drugs were the main problem, bringing no attention to the innocence and life taken away from Lucky the night of her murder, none of this mattered to people, simply because they had read somewhere that she was addicted to drugs, and therefore most people thought she was murdered during a drug deal or whatever their mind could come up with to excuse Lucky's absence in the world.

When Mina burst into sobs, he stood up and came around to the side of the desk she was sitting on, he had a box of tissues in his hand, and offered them to her.

"Mrs. Harker, I know this must be hard for you, to see no one, not even the proper authorities trying to seek justice for Lucky because of who she was." He said heartily, he paused and inhaled, as if trying to keep himself from crying as well.

"The fact that she was transgender should not change people's thoughts on her murder, but it does; its something that happens repeatedly to people like u— that, people who are different from the typical American standard, and i'm sorry no one is looking into her murder until now." He said sincerely.

He sat on the arm on Mina's chair and looked anywhere but her, he did feel sympathy for her and what she had gone through, but he had almost outed himself— something that he had trained himself to avoid, yet he almost had and he tried not to think about it to much.

(A note- I am using transgender even though that’s not the historically accurate term, yes I know transsexual is historically accurate but that term has given me enough trouble and dysphoria that I tend to avoid it at all costs lol.)

Mina nodded, stopping her crying but also looking anywhere but the detective. “I suppose you’re right, but, well… I don’t know, I’m just trying to figure this all out. Lucky meant a lot to me, and to others as well. She… she never passed well. We both know that, but well… it’s just hard to know she’s dead. Someone dug up her corpse too, and now I can’t even say goodbye. She’d been suffering for a while, before she died. Nightmares, mysterious wounds as she slept, even blood loss. It’s crazy to think that… well, never mind, I’m getting ahead of myself.”

(okay— and with the avoidance thing, I understand there are things I avoid—due to myself being an enby– so I completely understand, I shall respect that and also not use that term, seeing as in it causes you trouble.)

Emmett looked at Mina with wild, yet controlled eyes.

"Go on Mrs. Harker, please finish." He said lowly, his eyes finally coming up from her's to look back to the ground again.

He took a deep breath, and swallowed.
"look Mrs. Harker, anything you think about this could be a help to Lucky's case and what I understand about it."
He paused again, meeting her eyes once more
"So please go on, I think your idea might help me in solving this case." He said, his voice caught in his throat slightly, making his voice squeaky and higher.