obliged her as best I could, clumsy still from long neglect but gaining surety of myself with her increasingly approving critique. And what she wanted, at last, was the spill of my hair like moonlight over our joined bodies, and I covered my Lady in My mantle of white until she cried out in echo of the note with which She set the world in motion, and called my name as well, and the selfish demands of my own mortal body overtook me, raw astonishing life scouring through me and leaving me hollowed out and fragile and crushingly weary in its wake.
Ok this was actually bloody hot and so beautifuly written.
-That- was some terrific non-explicit hotness, *very* nice. whoo.
Looking forward to the golem's response the next morning action ;-D
One confusing bit: WTF with the amateur surgery? I know children can be cruel, etc., but I don't understand where they'd get the idea to try to carve his chest open or that doing so would be a comprehendable expression of approval or disapproval. Also, I thought Robling didn't decide to go to Tremare until after the fatal stampede, so that would make him and his wannabe thoracic surgeon peers actually teenagers, not children...?
*laugh* This was amusing, in a disturbing sort of way. That golem is a delight, but also turning into a serious vulnerability.
>>Her mouth met mine, insistent and hungry and through with denials. And I yielded to her, startled, feeling my own traitor hands stealing up to draw her closer to me.<<
Aww! This is so sweet. It was well worth waiting for.
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Ok this was actually bloody hot and so beautifuly written.
Great chappie
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Looking forward to the golem's response the next morning action ;-D
One confusing bit: WTF with the amateur surgery? I know children can be cruel, etc., but I don't understand where they'd get the idea to try to carve his chest open or that doing so would be a comprehendable expression of approval or disapproval. Also, I thought Robling didn't decide to go to Tremare until after the fatal stampede, so that would make him and his wannabe thoracic surgeon peers actually teenagers, not children...?
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*laugh* This was amusing, in a disturbing sort of way. That golem is a delight, but also turning into a serious vulnerability.
>>Her mouth met mine, insistent and hungry and through with denials. And I yielded to her, startled, feeling my own traitor hands stealing up to draw her closer to me.<<
Aww! This is so sweet. It was well worth waiting for.
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