Flute-Maniac

AN: I am SO SORRY I haven’t updated in so long. Uni got crazy, especially with the COVID stuff. I do have a lot more free time now, but I’m lazy and don’t spend as much of it writing as I should. That said, I have actually had this chapter written for maybe two weeks. I just somehow never got round to typing it.  This chapter was originally intended to be a 5+1 vignette sort of deal. The first “segment” wound up being three pages long, so I scrapped that idea. Just a bit of aimless musing, y’all know I’m crazy bout that musing. Prompt #17 was "spooning." I'm not ashamed to admit that this is the sort of story I tell myself before falling asleep at night. Carnal Dispassion: Iago/Emilia Don’t you worry yourself pitted, gattina, you’ll see it won’t hurt a bit!  For shame, for shame, Agata, how dare you lie to her? You listen, gattina, and well, it will hurt worse than some drunken brute laying hold of that rusted disgrace your father, Lord bless him, calls a hearth poker, why he