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Ce'Leste D'Riel
Va'Lan D'Riel
An'Lin D'Riel
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Y’Roden collared Railen and fairly threw him into the bathroom, Stripey's head landing neatly over the toilet. "Ooooo.... my aim is getting better," the elf noted to himself. He had a really bad urge to shove the other elf's head into the water and start flushing....
"Ow!"
Railen's head made a nifty sound as it klunked against the toilet seat and, given the situation, he wasn't in a good mood.
"Oh, piss off!" he shot over his shoulder
Quietly he decided to himself that if Y’Roden got close enough, he might just be able to empty his stomach all over the half-elf's shoes....
Ah, so they were out of the kitchen. Maybe she should have done the whole apartment, just to be on the safe side. "I could make him a little something to settle his stomach. I hear raw egg and Worcestershire sauce works particularly well."
That was a colour she'd never seen an elf turn before.
"Raw... eg-"
Yes, Railen had bowed before the great porcelain god, and in a matter of moments any hope of getting further drunk were swirling away.
Not that he needed it.
"Oh... oh that’s just... oh..." Y’Roden turned his back on the heaving elf and shook his head, "That’s just.... wrong." Y’Roden could eat or drink anything and not get sick, came from being raised on a planet where the food wasn't exactly... well... yeah.
Ghet couldn't help laughing at Y’Roden. "Honey, I run a bar. And not at the top end of the market, either. You should see the things I've seen." She grinned. "Like the time Marion threw up all over Galain's mum. And, well, certain species ingest their food while it's still alive..."
Oh yeah. Ghet had pretty much a cast-iron stomach now.
Y’Roden pounced Ghet and ended up rolling into the hall with her, "The ingesting is fine, and I've eaten plenty of things that were still alive. It’s just not suppose to come back up... gods." Wow, she was ticklish in some really interesting places.
Oy... he was feeling a lot better now. With a long sigh the elf flopped back to the floor and began inching his way out of the bathroom.
At this rate, he'd probably just pass out.
"Must... get... fooooood...."
"Eep! Gerroff!" It wasn't just that she was being tickled; it was that Y’Roden was tickling her. There were several instants when their bodies were just way too close for decorum. One of her feet flailed out and hit something. Heck, was that Railen?
There was only one way to make it stop. She caught her breath briefly, seized Y’Roden by the hair and kissed him.
Well that brought the tickling to an abrupt halt, but it brought other considerations to mind at the same time. Well, not exactly to mind considering Y’Roden’s had momentarily exploded. Poor Railen took one of Rodi's boots to the head and the half-elf had to struggle hard to keep his hands from roaming into all the wrong places on Ghet. Or were those the right places?
Oi....
Railen took two hits to his head. Ow. He kinda curled up a bit and cradled his poor, multi-coloured cranium. "If you guys are gonna have wild sex, the least you could do is either invite me or do it somewhere that I don't get my bloody brains bashed in..."
Tact... tact... tact...
Nope. Definitely wasn't in Railen's dictionary.
Ghet blushed crimson and tore herself off Y’Roden. "What, sex? Good gods, no. Um, I mean, I'd never do a thing like that, nope. And I'd certainly never... oh dear."
Any minute now, a merciful hole was going to open up in the hall floor...
"I think he passed out," Y’Roden observed. The merciful hole Ghet was thinking of apparently resided in Railen’s brain. Grabbing Ghet's foot he whipped off her shoe and began nibbling on her toes.
"Well if he's passed out we should at least make him comfortable." Yep, that was the sentence that was halfway out of Ghet's mouth when Y’Roden started playing with her foot. And she'd never got her shirt back...
Her head bounced a little as she fell back on the floor, and a soft sound escaped her. She pulled air in between her teeth. "You don't believe in making it easy on a girl, do you? How am I supposed to stay away from you if you keep doing things like that?"
Was she considering poking Railen with a stick?
Well that was an unexpected reaction. Y’Roden’s eyebrows shot up and the expression on his face turned positively evil. It wasn't Railen that was in danger of being poked. It was experiment time... which parts of Ghet's feet were the most sensitive? The toes, the arch, or the ball of the foot?
Railen was far from passing out, actually... people assumed the strangest things when you just lay there for extended periods of time.
"Oh man... I'm gonna go try and get this stuff out of my hair... my mother is going to kill me..."
And with that he oh so carefully crawled out of the bathroom, out of Y’Roden’s rooms, and did his best to mingle with the other occupants of the hotel until hours later he finally managed to find the way out.
Well that was a shock...
Y’Roden just kind of lay there and watched Railen crawl down the hall and on out of the house. "Well... ok then...."
Oh no. Railen was gone. Railen was gone. This meant trouble. At least shock had meant that Y’Roden had left her feet alone for a moment. Surely it would have been more of a surprise if a piece of Ghet's body had turned out not to be an erogenous zone...
"Um, I guess I should probably leave..."
Had she left yet?
The sound of Ghet's voice snapped Rodi back to reality, and he stared at her toes. "Well, you can leave if you like," he muttered, then started nibbling on the bottom of her foot.
He had the brief thought that Railen had said his mother was going to kill him... His mother? How old was he? Five?
Feet.... Ghet had very nice feet....
Well, obviously there was no way she could walk out without her foot, right? So it wasn't really her fault if she wasn't going anywhere. No, she was getting somewhere, but she wasn't going anywhere. "You, oh my, you are a very nasty elf. Evil elf, yep."
About the point where she leapt and knocked Rodi to the floor and found another use for his mouth, about then it was probably her fault.
Well it wasn't their fault... right? They hadn't told Railen to leave, and it was a well-known fact that they both needed to be watched at all times or they got into trouble.
Y’Roden was rather fond of trouble....
And the hall was much more comfortable then it appeared to be...
Nope, the hall didn't rank on her list of Really Uncomfortable Places to Have Sex. There was even carpet.
There seemed to be a problem with her clothes. They kept vanishing. She figured Y’Roden would be more comfortable if he were naked, too. She paused to playfully lick his nose. "You do realize I'm going to have to blame you entirely for making me do something I shouldn't. Normally my self-control is exemplary." There was more than one kind of example, of course...
Y’Roden broke out laughing, he couldn't help himself really. "Sure melda, you can blame it all on me." Rolling her onto her back he gave Ghet a rather feral grin, "Now lets exercise your... uh... self control."
Her self-control was in incredible shape, and they seemed to be experimenting with the body’s ability to resist rug burn....
It was just amazing how some people could take a perfectly harmless comment and turn it into something mildly pornographic. And it was amazing how easily other people understood exactly what they meant. Ghet slapped Y’Roden lightly on the forehead before she gave her concentration entirely to what was going on between their bodies. He might be evil, but he was also quite talented...
It seemed she didn't have carpet burn. She snuggled her head against his chest and said, "That was probably a mistake. We should not do that again."
Y’Roden wrapped his arms around Ghet and kissed her hair before letting his head drop back onto the floor. "I've heard it said that one learns from their mistakes. So I tend to make them as often as I can. As a future King I think its best to be as educated as possible. Wouldn't you agree?"
It all seemed perfectly logical to him.
Ghet cocked her head to one side, mock serious. "I have to say I think you have that particular lesson down pat. On the other hand, every king should at some stage learn how to not sleep with other people's wives, I suppose. You suck at that."
"I have to agree on that one," Y’Roden grinned, rolling Ghet over so he could pin her to the carpet, "I'm afraid I don't see any significant improvement in that area in the near future either."
"Hopeless," Ghet said, raising her head to lick Y’Roden’s neck. "Absolutely hopeless. I shall just have to give up." She was going to blame this on still being a little bit drunk, yeah, that was it. "It's not good for your life expectancy. If you have to sleep with other people's wives, perhaps you could find some old feeble guy who doesn't really mind."
Yes...he was rather hopeless, in Ghet's case at least. "Oh don't worry about me," he grinned, kissing her lightly, "I'm not so easy to kill, Chase wouldn't be the first Mercenary to try to take me out... believe me." He paused and tilted his head to the side, "The matter would just be complicated by the fact that I couldn't kill him to get him off my case."
He kissed her again and winked, "Lets go take a bath and then sometime after that we can put your shirt in the dryer." Oh yes... he was starting to sober up... just a bit.
Ghet nuzzled Y’Roden’s neck contentedly. "Mmm, bath sounds nice." It was also kind of necessary to remove his scent from her skin, but that didn't stop it being a nice idea. "And I don't ever want to think about what the outcome of that scenario might be." Both men could, when they had to be, be terrifyingly ruthless. She wasn't sure which was more frightening, Y’Roden’s madness or Chase's inhuman coldness. And she intended never to find out.
She pulled herself up off the carpet, and picked up her pants. Not because she particularly wanted them, but in case somebody suddenly turned up out of nowhere and found her pants in the hall. One couldn't be too careful. Well, one could, she supposed, but that would be the careful where you didn't fool around... "Bath. Yes." She extended a hand to her lover with a grin.
Grinning Y’Roden accepted Ghet's hand and pulled her on into the bathroom. At the moment he was grateful he had thought to put in a large tub, it made for all sorts of watery fun.
He should have felt guilty really, and he had no idea why he didn't. Perhaps it was because he knew Ghet honestly loved her husband, so he wasn't taking anything emotional away from Chase. Right? Then there was the fact that he had never met the Mercenary, sure he had seen him from a far, but they had never been directly introduced.
And that was probably a good thing.
Musing aside he started filling up the tub and drawing patterns on Ghettie with the bubble bath oil.
Ghet was momentarily distracted by trying to work out what that was he was drawing, upside-down. On the other hand, she smelled really pretty. A brief wrestle and she had the bottle and was trying to find out what the weirdest place she could write her initials was. Extra spice was provided by the fact that her initials were actually "GRR".
Wait, why were her feet all warm? And wet... "Tub! Taps!"
And it was a brief panicked fumble with the taps, why was it the bathroom always flooded when Ghet was here? Ah well...
there was a drainage hole for a reason.
Hopping into the tub he hooked his arm around Ghettie's waist and hiked her in after him. It was time for a rousing game of 'Dunk the Redhead'.
Sometimes there were disadvantages to being little and easily tossed about. Not often, but sometimes. She'd certainly been dunked a lot of times in her life...
Having displaced rather a lot of water, she fought her way to the surface and tried to shove enough hair out of her face that she could see. "No fair!" She shoved her head back under the water and bit him playfully on the leg.
Revenge would be splashy.
Splashy was good! Bubbly was better! Bath time with Ghet was fast becoming a highlight on Y’Roden’s list of favourite things to do. Not to mention she put a whole new spin on squeaky clean. "You should visit more often," he suggested, "Its good hygiene."
Ghet paused for breath. "I really don't think that's going to be a widely-held view. Especially considering the state of your kitchen right now." She stroked his wet hair gently. "And it's so many other bad things. But I have lots of bad ideas."
That brought a glint to Y’Roden’s eyes that was sure to remain for awhile, "Oh? Bad ideas hmmm? Care to share? I'm always looking for ways to increase my bad idea library."
"Oh yeah, that sounds likely. Why, are you going for some kind of "bad idea library" record? Cause if yours gets any bigger you're going to need to knock out some walls. No, I think I should keep my bad ideas about, for instance, seeing how long I could hold my breath for, to myself. You're just untrustworthy."
Y’Roden’s shot up, "Oh, I like the sound of that. I think I've got a stopwatch around here somewhere, but I don't think I'd remember to check the time." And taking notes seemed out of the question too, what with paper tending to dissolve in water and all....
Ghet tilted her head and considered "seriously". "It's true that would be a somewhat self-defeating exercise, given that if you could keep track of the time I wouldn't be doing a good enough job. I set myself very high standards. Although I guess we wouldn't have to use time as the measurement, we could go for "until a certain stage was reached". I know it's more subjective, but I think it might also be fun, don't you?"
Would it be terribly cruel if she licked her lips and started doing her deep breathing exercises?
Yes, that would have been terribly cruel. "Oh I think it would be a lot of fun yes," Y’Roden agreed in entirely to chipper a tone, "All in the name of research you know."
Yeah.. right...
Now, of course, Ghet wasn't the fifteen she acted, or even the thirty-odd she appeared. She was getting on for six hundred, and she'd learned a thing or two in her time. She caught Y’Roden’s eye and let him see the humour bleed from her own, to be replaced by darkening passion.
She kissed him, and then let her mouth trail down his neck, his chest... her head slipped under the water in a swirl of hair. It was a contest now: how long she could go without air versus how much he could stand. She didn't intend to lose.
Ghetsuhm had certainly learned more then a few things in her six hundred years, things that at several millennia of age Y’Roden could certainly appreciate. Things that had him gripping the edge of the tub while making the most fascinating facial expressions.
And if he had been able to form a coherent thought he would have been dually impressed by her lung capacity...
Ghet had gone for underwater demolition in a state of detached amusement. It rapidly became impossible to sustain, her actions and his reactions provoking her own passions. So instead of simply driving him as hard as she could, she began to tease him, pushing him forward tantalisingly and then drawing him back. When lack of oxygen started making her head spin, she replaced her mouth with her breasts, and then her hips. Breaking the surface of the water, she was gratified by the look on his face.
"How was that?"
Y’Roden babbled something rather unintelligible in elvish before he pulled Ghet forward and kissed her soundly, it wasn't often the elf was rendered speechless. "Lisse Nwalme," he muttered against her lips, "That was incredible."
Ooooo... English even... his brain was apparently kicking back in.
Ghet grinned and licked Rodi's cheek. "I'm a remarkable woman." She meant it with a certain self-deprecating sarcasm, but she was pretty sure that was going to bounce off right now. She chuckled. "I suppose we should get out before we go all pruny, yes?"
"Oh most definitely remarkable," Y’Roden agreed, "Pruny?" Now there was an unattractive thought... he didn't like to be pruny. "Well alright."
Stealing another kiss he clambered out of the tub and opened up a large fluffy towel to wrap Ghet in after he tied one around his own waist.
Ghet knew she should go home soon. She just didn't want to, at all. She shouldn't have been here in the first place, of course... "You know I'm going to sneak in some time and shrink all your towels. Shall we see what's happened to my shirt?"
"You're just evil," Y’Roden laughed as he wrapped her in the fluffy towel and kissed her, "Lets." Twining his fingers with hers he led her out into the hall and headed back to the laundry room. "Well looky," he grinned, "It looks ok from here."
"Oh, I'm not just evil. I like to maintain a finely balanced package." Then what he'd said struck her. "What do you mean, it looks fine from here?" She had to get a more relaxed attitude about her clothes. She hurried over and dragged the crumpled ball of her shirt out of the washing machine. "Oh, you mean because it's white and soaking wet, right?" She shoved the bundle in the dryer and turned it on. "Gee, what now?" Her head was still a little spiny. "I think I could do with coffee. Can we do that without having to clean the kitchen?"
"Well we can cheat on the kitchen front," he chuckled, winding up for a good cleaning spell. "You didn't think I was actually going to get on my hands and knees and scrub did you?"
Catching her hand he led her into a now spotless kitchen.
"Spic and span," the elf crowed, "Sometimes being a mage comes in handy you know." Now... there was the coffee maker... where had he put the coffee grounds? He had some from his last foray to the Bean Grinder... he was sure of it...
"Ooh, you should come do my place. Okay, I admit it, I have a maid. Like I'm going to clean my own oven. And the squirrel makes a bit of a mess. He likes to make nests in Chase's shirts. I think he likes the smell. Isn't that coffee over there?"
"I'm not even going to ask what Chase's shirts smell like," he chuckled, visions of acorns and musty holes in trees going through his head. "Coffee! Right! Good eye."
Whistling good-naturedly he scooped the coffee into the filter and turned the thing on. "There we go..."
"Chase's shirts smell like Chase," Ghet said absently, not really thinking about the consequences of that. "Except for the time when I accidentally put them through the wash with mine, when they smelt like flowers and female musk. It wore off eventually."
Y’Roden chuckled and winked at her over the coffeemaker, "Maybe I should have tossed my sheets in with your shirt. That would be a rather pleasant scent to sleep on." But perhaps hard to explain in the event of unexpected company...
Ghet couldn't help it. Well, she wasn't going to help it. She was right back against his body. "What, are you telling me the scent of my clothes makes you sleepy?" Okay, so right now she was wearing a towel and it was his, but hey. She figured that wasn't actually stopping her getting her point across.
"Well, not sleepy, but the scent really, really makes me want to go to bed."
Somehow he had completely forgotten about the coffee.
"Damn woman... do you have a Y'Roden magnet installed somewhere?" He was stealing the towel... it was his anyway.... and it made great cushioning when they hit the floor.
"Hey, that's my towel! Oh... And all women have one of those, dear, and it's not actually called an "Y’Roden magnet". Though I suppose it could be." She sniggered. "It certainly seems to do the job." She sighed, gave in to his hands, and actually stopped talking for a couple of moments. She dragged his towel from around his hips and chuckled. "Look, opposite poles!"
"Well they certainly seem to attract," Y’Roden chuckled, demonstrating the effect first hand. Funny how that worked. And one of these days he was going to kidnap her and see just how long she could stand up to his... attentions.
It would be one for the Guinness Book.
Ghet was a bear of very little chastity. If her only excuse for her adultery was an inability to control her appetites, well, surely the fact that she'd just eaten should have been enough to stop her snacking now, when she knew she shouldn't and she'd only ruin her dinner.
Hadn't happened yet. Perhaps she'd been cursed by a particularly voyeuristic god...
Anyway, Y’Roden’s kitchen floor was getting a damn good buffing, and when you pull two magnets apart they just snap back together anyway. Apart, and together, and apart...
They were getting better results then Mop and Glow... really.
Some time later, and much closer to the fridge then they had started out, Y’Roden was muttering incoherently into the crook of Ghet's shoulder. Quite out of breath? Yes indeed...
After a few moments, Ghet was able to raise her head off the floor. "Well, that there bath was pointless, then. Fun, but pointless. I'll have to shower when I get home. Gods, I should go home." She lifted Y’Roden’s head by the hair and kissed him. No matter what she might feel, she didn't belong to him and she never could. She wasn't going to risk being found out: she couldn't do that to Chase. "You know I have to go," she said gently.
Y’Roden sighed and stole one last kiss, "Yes, I know, borrowed time and all that." He smiled and sat up, "Go ahead and use the shower here, I'll be good, I promise." He kissed her forehead before he grabbed his towel up off the floor and went to pour a cup of coffee. "Don't need you running in to Chase before you get a chance to clean up."
"No, no we don't," Ghet said quietly, slowly picking herself up off the floor. It wasn't just that she didn't want to hurt Chase; it was also that she didn't want Chase to hurt Y’Roden. She might not be able to love him, but she did care a great deal. She wanted to beat her head into the counter. She went to speak, and then stopped. She'd said it all before, they both knew it, and it didn't make any difference. She bowed her head, picked up the towel, and headed silently for the bathroom.
On the way back to the bathroom, Ghet collected her shirt from the dryer. Leaving her clothes to hand, she turned on the shower, and found herself just standing, letting the water drum against her head. After a while, she realized that she was crying.
She'd set out, all those hours and hours ago, to have a bit of fun. Marriage to a mercenary had its drawbacks, no matter how much she might love him. She had at least retained her independence. And look what she'd done with it. Damage.
Someday he would learn tact, really he would. The coffee left a bitter taste in his mouth that had him grabbing for a bottle of brandy. A shot or two in the java wouldn't hurt. Right?
Oh heck... forget the coffee. He wanted to go and comfort her, but he had promised to be good. Y’Roden was fast learning that if he didn't keep at least a room between him and his Lisse Nwalme that their clothing soon disappeared.
Eventually, Ghet scraped herself together enough to stop the water, dry, and dress. She had nobody to blame for all this but herself. Perhaps she just couldn't bear to be content. She also knew she wasn't going to fix it. She couldn't call it quits with Y’Roden.
She went to find him.
Ghet stood hesitantly in the kitchen doorway. She'd even done up a button more than usual. Obviously her comings and goings weren't exactly decreasing his alcohol intake...
"Rodi? I have to go. I don't want to." This just didn't get any easier.
Y’Roden set down the bottle of brandy and smiled at her, it was a sad sort of twitch of the lips that didn't quite meet his eyes. "I know," he said, "Its not easy to watch you go either." He remained where he was, not trusting himself to move.
"I'll always be here," he said softly, "Whenever you need me. I love you Ghet." He paused, his hand tightening on the snifter in front of him; "Go.... before I get it in my head to tie you to something."
Ghet's eyes burned with tears. She should go, just go. Why wasn't she going? "We have to stop hurting each other like this, Y’Roden. It has to stop."
The glass broke under Y’Roden’s fingers and he cursed in elvish as the shards pierced his skin. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, "Stop feeling? That’s the only way it’s not going to hurt."
His emerald hued gaze flickered up and he sighed. "It comes with the territory I suppose... loving someone you can't have. There will always be pain, a sense of incompletion."
Ghet didn't think about it at all. When she saw the glass shatter, saw the blood on Y’Roden’s hand; she went straight to him, making a tiny clucking noise with her tongue. Jeez, when she got mad she threw things...
"Of course I'm not asking you to stop feeling," she said, with a hardness she didn't feel, while she picked out bits of glass. "But every time I come back here, it starts all over again. It makes it worse, doesn't it? It's like ripping open a half-healed wound." She was tempted to illustrate her point on his hand, but luckily she was about 55% nice girl. "You know what I'm trying to say."
Y’Roden watched as Ghet picked the glass from his fingers, wondering why he let her take care of him like that. "You are saying you shouldn't come here?" he asked. "I don't know what would hurt worse, not having you, or only having part of you once in awhile."
He shook his head in some sort of denial, "I know it’s not fair to Chase, and he is bound to find out about it sooner or later. If he doesn't know already." He went quiet, his eyes unreadable for a moment, then they went as hard as the emeralds they resembled and his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her roughly up against him. "I can't let you go, not like that." He tilted her chin up and kissed her, "Gods... I love you."
She would not cry. She shook her head. "If he knew he'd be here. Just trust me on this. I've seen it. He wouldn't hesitate to kill you. He doesn't know, he mustn't know." Despair hit her. "I should never have done this, I must be mad. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She kissed him again. "This is all my fault."
"Its not your fault," Y’Roden growled, "I wasn't exactly leaving you be, now was I?" For a moment self-loathing struck him, it wasn't a new feeling, but it was for a different reason this time. He was putting his needs above everyone else’s, laying his hands on someone else's wife. If the situation had been reversed he would have killed Chase without blinking....
So there they stood, holding each other, hating themselves. Ghet didn’t want to hurt him, and more than that, it would hurt her to leave him. She was probably a little too used to getting what she wanted. "Screw it,” she said suddenly. "We'll be careful. We just have to be realistic. This is the price we pay. If you can pay it, then so can I. I'm not a good girl, and it's stupid to pretend that I am."
It’s funny how someone can feel two such diametrically apposed emotions at once. "Careful it is then," he said softly. He was being selfish of course. There was Summerlin and their child to consider, but Y’Roden seemed to work out of two completely separate areas of his brain. When he was with Ghet there was only Ghet, when he was with Sum, there was only Sum.
Sometime later when he was alone it would cross his mind that he would pay for this someday. Too much of a good thing always ends in disaster. He wasn't use to being denied that which he wanted the most, and it was going to be a long road until he figured out that things just didn't work that way.
But for now he held Ghet in a grip so tight it nearly crushed her. Living in the moment was suddenly taking on a whole new meaning.
The force with which Y’Roden held her brought a bright, hard spark to her eyes, and she slammed her lips against his. They were both selfish, spoiled, indulged: an interesting attitude considering how much they'd both suffered in their lives.
Her last rule had been, that she didn't mess with another woman's man. And now it was Summerlin's. She liked, valued, respected Summerlin, he had a child with Summerlin. And yet she knew, he still needed her, in a way that was more to do with soul than body. She was incapable of resisting need. And for herself? A Ghet was never meant to be alone...
She drew away from him a little shakily. "Right, so we've established, we're both very bad people."
"Well yes, that’s not something that really needed to be established though. I think it’s a well known fact." Well ok, so he came across as fairly harmless most of the time. But Ghetsuhm knew better. Y’Roden was rather shaky himself and he sat back on one of the stools, breathing a little heavily as he turned emerald green's up to study her.
"You are more firmly entrenched in here," he tapped his fist off his chest, "Than Samara ever was. There is no fighting you... no getting over you.... My Lisse Nwalme." That said he eyed his bloody fingers and picked up the brandy bottle, casually pouring the alcohol into the open wounds. A slow smile tugged at the edge of his lip as the pain lanced through his flesh, but he didn't so much as wince. "You are one addiction I have no wish to be released from."
Ghet stood hypnotized, watching him hurt himself, feeling his words burning into her core. She swayed a little; fighting desperately the urge to have him hurt her, instead. Gods, but it was so perfectly clear he could give her something she'd been pretending she didn't want for centuries.
"If I stay here," she said, her voice trembling, "We will make an enormous mistake. But by gods, my love, I will come back." She knew what would happen when she left, but there was nothing she would do about that.
"I'll be waiting then," he said, the smile on his face softening a bit, "I love you." Leaning forward he brushed her lips with a kiss, then settled back onto the stool again. He had to let her go, there was no getting around it. So he steeled himself, losing himself in the pain for a while until something came along to distract him from it.
Ghet smiled a little sadly. "I suppose there's no point in asking you not to wait for me? I thought not." Despair reached for her, but she couldn't go back now. She lifted her face to kiss him again. "You are always with me."
The journey from his body to the door was one of the longest of her life.
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