Post by Jinny on Oct 10, 2005 14:59:10 GMT -5
Okay, this is from the last two pages of the book I was reading:
Leesil's mind went blank. All he felt was relief as he pressed close to kiss Magiere again. Then suddenly, he stopped.
"I think I need a bath."
"Later," she said. "For now, we rest."
Magiere carefully pulled aside his hauberk's collar, checking the bandage, and helped him slip out of his armor. She turned down the lamp until the flame extinguished, and Leesil felt her hand again upon the side of his face.
"I don't think this is going to get us any rest," he remarked in the dark.
"Leesil..." she answered with a sigh. "Just be quiet for a little while."
He wanted to laugh aloud and let go of everything but her. And as always, at the best moments in his life, joy stirred his natural humor
"Magiere..."
"Leesil, shut up."
"Just one little thing."
"What?" she asked crossly.
"Um...no biting."
Two hands slammed his shoulders and he tumbled onto the small bed. He felt Magiere drop ontop of him, pressing close.
"Not funny."
Her answer came with all the irritation he'd so long become accustomed to.
As always, an angry Magiere was most often the true Magiere.
Leesil's mind went blank. All he felt was relief as he pressed close to kiss Magiere again. Then suddenly, he stopped.
"I think I need a bath."
"Later," she said. "For now, we rest."
Magiere carefully pulled aside his hauberk's collar, checking the bandage, and helped him slip out of his armor. She turned down the lamp until the flame extinguished, and Leesil felt her hand again upon the side of his face.
"I don't think this is going to get us any rest," he remarked in the dark.
"Leesil..." she answered with a sigh. "Just be quiet for a little while."
He wanted to laugh aloud and let go of everything but her. And as always, at the best moments in his life, joy stirred his natural humor
"Magiere..."
"Leesil, shut up."
"Just one little thing."
"What?" she asked crossly.
"Um...no biting."
Two hands slammed his shoulders and he tumbled onto the small bed. He felt Magiere drop ontop of him, pressing close.
"Not funny."
Her answer came with all the irritation he'd so long become accustomed to.
As always, an angry Magiere was most often the true Magiere.
