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The water snake Dhely

Chapter: 8 / 19 (+ epilogue) Author
: dhely
Genre: Fantasy original
Rating:
Angst Pairing: Elmar + Iduned
Notes The characters are all mine, I use them grimly to my fun ... and hopefully for yours! ___

The day went exactly as predicted in the morning.

The gray skies, heavy drizzle to the ice that bounced off the armor and training, which stained the leather, drenching his clothes and hair.

The boys seemed too busy trying to avoid making too many bad impression to notice, and the Knights were to assist teachers who were quite accustomed to the weather for us not even the case.

Kandak moved, slowly and silently as it was usually along the courtyard of training with eyes on them but my mind was far away.

That smell of fatigue and mud and rubbed on the metal blades of attention, the items they were seeking entries in a typical way that could not make him remember that the battles.



Past and future.

Kandak sighed: it was five months before their return to actual combat.

Each of the three armies would change position every year, in turn: taking care of the links, fighting on the border, protect the capital and train the Cadets. That last post, even if double, it was just a nice way and tolerated by their pride in order to define the rest.

Five months and would come back to the border.

The mud, dust, sweat, blood.

And the futility of everything.

Kandak lowered his head was a knight, was a captain. He was born to fight, he had been trained to die and would never have pulled back, but ... but when the sense of what they were fighting was not, when to hold them up was just a cold and empty feeling of self-serving allegiance to their lord, my heart became heavy, and difficult to sustain.

obey without thinking?

looked at the Cadet that landed by his master, smiled slightly embarrassed and acknowledged the pride in his eyes, and a force that could not be masked.

would have been nice to be able to live as a young cadet thought they would live: turn off the ideas, feelings, clear your mind and act like an armature blank consciousness. He loved the old stories of unconditional loyalty, absolute adherence to the orders, sometimes incomprehensible, but they were only myths, impossible to recreate or live.

least for him, consciousness was always a voice with out having to come to terms.

Hastor, when they spoke of the war, looking at him, smiling, saying it was for those who loved him.

Hastor.

have already begun to argue for the transfer if they were not, both were absorbed by problems far more pressing.

Because when he had been instructed to return to the border with his army, Hastor would follow him.

would not serve the prayers, threats. Would not be used to appeal to his sense of duty. Would not be used to pray the King to make him the grace to require him there, the Capital, at the cost of putting in prison.

Nor is it served to remind him that he was in the Academy to train cadets, because every time he could do in order to condense the lessons available for months on end.

and use them back to be medical field.

An army had always need someone to cure the wounds of the bloody war without end.

Kandak clenched his fists.

Hastor And he was good. He had years of experience, had attention and sensitivity. None

Army would have rejected him, even if he had lobbied Kandak in person about it, and if the Wizard had to stay in battle, would be at his side.

She was already resigned to this. He could end up in another way: to bury friends, comrades, and Hastor at his side, his hands covered with their blood, in silence.

had learned over the years, the miracles that even the Wizards knew them, and a sword to pierce his chest meant death, however long it could be agony.

a magician, after all, was also used to that: the doctors were more "formal" on certain issues.

Physicians tended to always fight, and only, for life. Hastor, however, in some way impossible to explain, was one of them, and he knew that there were moments, and there were injuries, they deserved much more than that fiercely proud of the men believed to be fighting a battle for points with death.

death could be lenient.

Death, at times, could be the best choice, the most honorable. The more human.

Hastor know.

why none of them could really wish that someone else had to wait in the infirmary tent, on the day, from an assault, were not returned on their own feet.

smiled: how could he not? A Cadet

stared in amazement, without understanding that that phrase was not directed at him. Some Knights, however, giggle response, taking the young and ordering a merger that had been lost.

Thinking Hastor now and smile, it was all one to him. Feel full, satisfied.

had once talked about a lot more things, had made important speeches, which seemed to contain questions on the heart of the world.

The Wizard also asked him once why do not you marry her: to continue the name, to have heirs. He was never jealous of that, it had strongly reassured. Kandak had believed him, but he also believed strongly that something was seen off at the bottom of his eye, and this could not afford it. Not if it would ever be forgiven. For

What, then, in return?

One of the teachers shouted the rest. He heard a cadet, beside him, almost sobbing with relief in dropping to the ground.

Children?

had only to look around to see dozens of children: children who were trained, who trained boys to become men who had accompanied him.

Many of them now, they were men to be proud of, and were and remained his children.

their children. His

and Hastor.

He never thought of being a sentimentalist. He became one, though: maybe it was because of age, or maybe it was Hastor to soften it. What I felt

inside when she thought of him, was inexplicable.

The voice of a knight stood up, annoyed, 'not to do certain things, because you do not know you talking about!'

Kandak glanced light toward them, the Knights did not need their support to resume the boys. Besides, he did not need to ask questions to find out what chat newcomers.

He could have bet anything, and he knew he would win.

A sigh.

The Snake.

them, if they were lucky, they had only glimpsed from afar, and knew nothing about.

They had never been to a few inches from him, had never been able to staring eyes.

a snort.

The Snake: thin as a dancer, elegant, beautiful.

If it was not the King to find it, they would have sold, and would be a perfect guy to please.

Kandak allowed himself a bitter grin at that thought he knew enough of the blood and the heat of passion to know that, one way, dress the right way, with, perhaps, his eyes made more profound by the makeup and lip gloss would have been able to drive anyone crazy. His master had made a fortune. Customers would have scrambled to come first to touch the pale skin that seemed to have the consistency of the finest silk. She must not have never taken a ray of sunshine in all his life, and certainly had never worked.

did not like, but Kandak was able to recognize the charm. And the snake was like a pearl: a rare and precious. Beautiful and unique.

A couple of knights, returning from a mission in the city, sprang to attention in front of him and were old enough to be able to afford to smile, too. He nodded in response.

them as if they knew of his blood. He had grown up with them, learned what it was through their eyes. And were they, or people like them, to clarify many aspects of himself. That thought was used to evoke memories can fill an infinite number of evenings spent making jokes about the past.

"And Master Hastor?" Asked one of them.

He said something vague.

It was thanks to them that he had discovered when Hastor really had changed. Warmth, happiness, balance showed that even outside, something that had never really believed we could prove.

Even more astonishing was the absence of jealousy from his heart, though he had always been a man of blood and possessive.

had been jealous about anything in his life, but never Hastor.

remembered his comrades, years before, who mocked him for taking, as a lover, a Mage, when anyone could have jumped into his mind.

remembered appreciation of some of them, the way in which the garment, and bound up his life, on how to walk on his hands. And he continued to hear them: of those, at least, who had remained alive and had not been moved to another army. Raul

remembered when they had fought up to the hands, for him.

remembered Nicholas, when he was asked to be assigned to the front in permanent, because he had confessed, would not have been able to control himself more, and saw there was not anything more shameful that undermine the mistress of a companion.

remembered their lines, recalled the look, wonder, envy fun, jokes, and even the most abject lust. He remembered the laughter, irritation, pride, anger, quarrels.

Mai jealousy.

He had never been jealous of him and his behavior. He had always been wonderful, and had always been certain that it was his.

After years in which he considered vital to demonstrate its value to make their word worthy to be believed, Hastor had smiled, and had given him confidence.

without asking anything in return.

laughter made him return to the present.

Rain, standing with his fists on his hips, looking at a young Cadet leaning with his back to the high magnolia stood at the center of the garden training.

At the very place where he had kissed Hastor the first time. He sighed, half way between the angry, and amused himself. The young man seemed

tried, but peaceful, and Knight seemed to be doing his best to lighten the heart.

Maybe he should not have, but Kandak could not deny that he always had a soft spot for Rain. It was a good boy, open, generous and strong. Worthy son of the man who, years earlier, had encouraged a young Kandak to apply for admission to the Academy.

A soldier, a warrior, a friend of his parents who had loved and protected as if it was really a father.

The time he had turned away, as happened in all real families, and had heard only with a large delay of the death of his wife. But he had not surprised, knowing him, his decision to bring his small children, along the border.

Rain grew up in a barracks and, against all reasonable expectation, he became the man who laughed in the face now.

His father would be proud of him.

Kandak found he had a soft spot for him because he was exactly what he wanted to be when she had her age.

At his side, Derek leaned next to the cadet, and was a wrist wrap, as she smiled back at Kandak a joke that was not caught. Rain was

Perhaps what was even on his own: together they were so well matched, it was almost impossible to believe is separate. They, too, now, is frequented for years, and their relationship, day by day, appeared balanced, light, the passion that made them scream - sometimes a bit 'too loud, gave depth to their eyes, and patience and courage.

If anyone out there still wondering why the Knights, who generally resented any form of romantic relationship too close, they were more than willing to accept and render explicit certain bonds arose within their ranks, here, would have to see those two. The tenacity that drew from that constraint, and instill confidence that they knew who looked at them as if they had stayed together so long, nothing could go really bad.

Rain suddenly noticed to be fixed, she turned toward him, amazed. Took on a hesitant, as if afraid of saying too much, or touching topics that the captain did not consider responsive.

Kandak put a hand on his shoulder, silently, with a half smile.

believed to be clear by now that his mind was far from there.

A shiver: and this struck him in full. Kandak came back, suddenly aware of cold, light rain that soaked her hair, the heavy gray sky above them, the taste of winter in my bones.

He turned. As always, could not say what he had called, what had made him aware of his presence.

There was a time, newly appointed captain, which was created a thousand doubts about whether it was lawful or not approach him like that, den with alacrity, with that light in his eyes. He had learned well that there were details that made him less worthy of respect.

Hastor froze in see it, an odd, obsessed gaze.

"Hastor ..." He could not

not to worry. He would have liked. He merely frowned.

The Magician turned. Behind him was a young servant who was carrying several books in her arms.

"Do not let them get wet! - Hoarse voice scratched the back of the throat, forced out. Alarmed, instinctively squeezed him the book he held in his arms. His shoulders were shaking slightly and his eyes wide open, they were shining like mirrors. Kandak and stared for a moment, seemed not to recognize it - we go ... "

Kandak grabbed the book with a resolute expression. She looked startled, as if the volume had been a kind of lifeline.

"Tired. You have not slept. "

did not need to ask you, there were many dawns that had seen him collapse in a chair with that look. There had been spent whole nights in a cold bed, alone, with a pale shaft of light seeping out from under the door jamb of the door is closed, and he in the other room: she heard him move slightly in turning the pages, or writing with the stylus scratching the parchment.

had never seemed so tired.

"Follow me - put a hand on her arm, kind - Rain? Call the servants to prepare and make the room of Master Hastor, and make sure you come back unscathed from this servant his master. Derek, There is the books. "

Knights snapped. Hastor remained calm: Derek, among them all, was the only one that would have given, without any fear, its treasures.

smiled: he would almost have to feel jealous.

Rain ran off. Derek called one of the Cadets.

Kandak Then he stopped caring for them under his hand and heavy cloth, Hastor trembled.

His room warm enough for me.

He did sit down, forced him to swallow a herbal tea, prevented him to trouble for books, or his studies. Rain then walked away, and helped him get rid of his tunic.

She looked at him, smiling, blacks pants, tight, and the soft wool sweater, slim, dark, coming up to wrap around the neck, along the lines of his body, showing grace.

Hastor's eyes were sparkling clean, lost, and his hands trembled visibly, even if the skin was no longer cold.

anger, or concern. He would know: he had time.

"You must rest."

Sweet, smiled at him. Hastor looked up at him, circled with dark shadows.

"I have to finish ..."

He moved his hand, pointing somewhere behind Kandak.

"After. Now rest. "

moved, nervous. Objected something, but did not have enough strength, or desire, to refuse really. When

Kandak accompanied him to bed, still dressed, he found the time to get comfortable. He fell asleep almost immediately, just resting his head on the pillow.

Kandak stared at him for a long moment, no wonder he felt the sweetness inside.

Then he sighed, leaving strict orders, and returned to training.

Better: to question who he knew, could satisfy his curiosity.

___
The Snake
remained motionless, sitting next to the only window, close, giving the Capital.

She had heard the entrance of Iduned, had turned slightly toward him, but he did not smile, nor any sign. He only shook hands twisting her fingers before taking her eyes and put them back on the city, lying at his feet, wrapped in an unusual gray dense, too fine drizzle and light fog.

"Elmar?"

approached him, laying a hand on his shoulder subtle, sweet.

The Snake closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly, his hair seemed to sparkle in silver brush against her cheek. Wonderful picture, something that can melt a heart of ice.

If perfection could not belong to the world, the Snake was bound to be made the subject of dreams, or at least, they seemed convinced the King.

"I am distressed - raised his hands, if he put his chest lightly pressing - and I do not know why."

He looked up at him, again, clear, bright as silver plates, wide and gentle, pure, without a shadow. The pain, he could not in any way be hidden.

Iduned, almost without realizing it, reached out a hand. He ran his fingers into the white strand that was close to face and had to restrain a thrill: smooth as silk, all as perfect as him.

An angel must have had his appearance.

fact, probably, an angel would have bowed before him, adoring him.

smiled.

"You are too sweet and emotional, my baby. You'll only hurt rested, you need not fear. "

A sigh.

"I have not seen anything that ... justify this? "

Iduned put her two fingers on his lips.

"Do not talk about the gift. Do you always causes pain and is the last thing I want. "

Elmar down his face.

"Tonight I dreamed of - silence: a long pause of wonder and awe. The Snake could see the future, without being able to retain memory of their visions, apart from rare cases, when their fate revealed some of the nodes, usually unintelligible whispering warnings. The Snake was dreaming, and sometimes, dreams were visions. - I have seen your daughter. "

Sometimes.

rarely.

King pursed lips.

Almost never.

"We do not talk to her." A breath of wind.

"Princess, your daughter was beautiful. Just like you. "

smiled in the light that became gradually more and more uncertain. No more: permanent look out the window, no longer on the city, but in the direction where Hastor had taught him there had to be the border.

War.

death.

The blood and the pain of all those frightening things he had never had a clue before being taken there.

That, and the princess Roxanne.

just smiled. He had seen her with, wearing, armor stained with mud and marked by the blows, nothing comparable to the one his father wore in the parade: but it was beautiful and strong, strong as a diamond, safe and beautiful.

Iduned worthy of his beloved daughter.

sighed letting kiss.

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VIII by the water-snake VII by Dhely

Chapter: 7 / 19 (+ epilogue) Author
: dhely
Genre: original
Fantasy Rating: NC-17 Pairing
: RainXDerek
Note: The characters are all mine, I use them for grimly my fun ... and hopefully for yours! ___


The night was turning pale.

Rain could not, not to smile.

He was worried, in a deep part of themselves: Derek had been nervous all day, had seemed tense and had a hard time falling asleep. Even now, asleep, restless move, which is very unusual for him, he always managed to show an enviable quiet, even in the worst moments.



He was worried, but how could she not smile?

Straits, in each other's arms. Naked skin against the skin, perfumes mixed, sex, passion and familiarity. His semen that dripped from the body.

was wonderful.

could not take lip from the skin of the shoulder: he would go crazy if he thought I had to move away from him.

With one hand grazed his side. She felt him tense, shaking a little, while whispering something in a language they could not understand.

With two fingers followed the tracks cut into the curve of the hip: I still remember when that wound had been inflicted, he remembered her warm body, blood, his eyes, his look, while the senses were not aware that perhaps this would be the last time they had met, in which he felt the its warmth. After that, there was the arrow stuck to the side of the shoulder, cut on the forearm, and a thousand others injured. Knights were, after all, and their bodies were covered with signs.

scars and memories.

Rain smiled because they were alive because they were together.

arms, bodies, skin. The heat and desire.

teeth shook just a flap of skin.

Derek groaned hoarsely.

her lover. Its wonderful lover.

He moved in his sleep more and more light, weaving a leg to that of Rain, then he seemed to sigh of satisfaction.

Rain held his breath when he turned the other's arms.

a toothy grin in the middle of a yawn. He reached out, without thinking, to brush her hair, and his eyes opened slowly, and bright.

"Ben woke up, Derek!"

How could he not smile? How could he not feel happy?

Despite everything.

Derek rubbed his forehead on his chest.

"How do you sleep with me torment? "

Brusco, but did not let him go, he remained close to him, motionless.

Rain sighed hugging him, then bit him a soft shoulder. He stared into his eyes, then laughed.

"can not stand it!"

jumped to his feet, in the dim light of the last embers reddish naked. He felt almost physically run after Derek's eyes on him, and had to stifle a shudder, the violent desire to go back to bed and start over.

"From what?"

Derek sat up, curious. Rain returned to plop on the bed holding, hands, a bundle of cloth. Happy, happy, warm as the noonday sun: disheveled hair, dark around the temples, and short, shorter than his.

Throughout the school only Hastor Master wore his hair long like those of Derek and the Serpent, but neither had a job even remotely similar to that of a warrior. He was very clear the idea that perhaps, for convenience, he had better cut, but Rain, every time I had mentioned, had insisted so much against this choice that he had never had the heart to do so.

And now, Rain, smiled enthusiastically at a foot from him, as if there was only one thing in the universe who did not go the right way. As if he did not feel so jealous, inside, and not he so afraid of what might happen, and closed his eyes, removing everything else.

him and Rain. Look no further.

"So?"

"Look!"

Curiosity did not take long to take precedence over all other thoughts.

Derek reached out a hand and two fingers, pulled back the flaps of cloth.

He squinted in the dim light: two daggers.

"hunting. - Rain took one, handing him. - Know Knot Deer? '

A legend.

Derek frowned at the front: a legend who had given birth to in a typical habits far from the capital of the kingdom. The land of

Aelric.

For the first time, the distressing feeling of betrayal associated with that name, vanished before even be consciously perceived. The deer

: nobility. And loyalty.

When you loved someone you had to hunt deer: use his horns to make the hilt of a dagger to hunt for themselves and a pendant to give to her, use her leather braid on the handle of the weapon and make-tie around his neck. On her blood were whispered wishes you wanted to see implemented. The bones were burned and scattered in a particular rite, the meat eaten together. Derek

accepted the dagger from the hand of Rain, amazed.

The day before they had eaten deer in the mess. Only their team: Rain had driven for them.

for him.

Rain had eaten, smiling bright, enthusiastic.

A deer for two lovers, a dagger and a jewel. But if two men were lovers?

Two daggers.

Derek felt his breath stuck in my throat. A mild pain on the heart, a strange weight, fingers and soul. He managed to tear his eyes from the objects he had in his hands, to watch him.

Rain seemed alarmed for his silence.

"Don't .. do you like? "The

eyes widened, buildings, eyes and fingers trembled visibly.

A pain inside, so unbearable, so ... blessed ... Derek could not say anything.

Rain lowered his eyes.

"Forgive me. - A whisper - there was not enough skin on both legs, so the daggers are bare. I had thought to do that too but I wanted to give it to you e. .. I could not wait. "

had more to say? Derek did not wait to hear it.

hugged him.

The dagger close at hand, the covers thrown to the side.

despair.

A desperation that made euphoric.

"It was for this ... Aelric you and ... "

He managed to whisper, her breath caught in my throat, heart beating in his chest, crazy.

Rain put her hand to shake his bare back, with a shiver of pleasure.

"It helped me. I did not know how you did and did not know any blacksmith who ask such a thing ... "

Her skin was beautiful. His back was a fairy tale: muscular, strong, elegant. He had wounds that had never been a coward: he had on his shoulder as the thickening of the straps from rubbing the frame, and some old sign, that maybe they were whipped, maybe something. Signs that seemed to letters written secret of an ancient past, that they had not scratched the beauty.

Derek raised his face: his eyes gleaming, hungry. A wild smile.

"The sheath is my business."

Rain blushed.

to the tips of ears felt a scorching heat mounted inside, burn the skin, viscera, making it weak and languid together.

was Derek's eyes, that expression, and his hands.

A ping, and another, muffled. The blankets thrown to the side.

Daggers touched down at the same time when Derek pushed his back Rain.

But there was no time, nor the possibility to look. The lips on my lips, kiss, hungry. To be in pieces if need be.

I followed the moans groans, the skin is taut, his limbs were opened. Hands to search, tap, rub.

Rain sank his teeth into his neck, grabbed her hips. Derek squeezed her legs around his back, holding back, soft, rubbing against her sex: a movement capable of losing his head to anyone. To do

crazy.

him: he cared only for Rain

closed his eyes, biting her lip.

It allowed a hoarse sob of pure passion. The dug his nails into his back when it was penetrated.
The Rain
breath gave him the momentum to his own pleasure. On his breath. To his heart.

He let go, his back, abandoned on the mattress, the hands that held him for Rain, again, strong and narrow hips. The movement was sharp taps, lunges hungry, almost desperate.

He narrowed his eyes.

The promise of a sunrise made her pearly white, perfectly cold, the sky outside the window.

But there, in his room, they were in the heart of a volcano, in the deepest bowels of the earth.

And when he reached orgasm, even see it was impossible: they existed only in the arms of Rain. His body. Her warmth.

His love.

___

Dawn had not yet arisen.

Kandak squeezed into the mantle along the long empty corridors of the Academy.

The day that starts like that were always horrible reach out and find only emptiness, and cold sheets.

Hastor still had to be immersed in God knows what, so why the Wizards could not do things by day, like everyone else, was an incomprehensible mystery.

The few servants was preparing the final preparations for the day was about to begin. The rooms of those who were to play the gathering were illuminated by very little, since it was passed to knock Kandak at their door.

The city, however, she would wake with a large delay with respect to all of them.

Kandak found himself smile just after he had gone through the corridors and porches, gardens and stables, the armory and classrooms, stood on the threshold of the portal opened the Academy that gave the world outside. He narrowed his eyes taking a deep breath.

The cold air already slipped down his throat, with icy claws.

The rain made it slow muffled any noise, the capital under his eyes looked quiet and ghostly, as if it was not going to ever wake up.

memories hit him in the face: what now for all of them, was normal, was considered a minor miracle. The silent streets, safe.

Nothing fights.

Order.

When he was a young knight, after nightfall, it was very difficult to find in the street, in honest people. Or, at least, wanted to have fun in a lawful.

Nights of rapes, fights. Soldiers without discipline. Drifters and prostitutes. Beggars. Wrong word for a drawn sword, daggers in his hands for fun. The bloodshed in the mud that you would put on without any problems. Bored young noblemen who organized battles in the streets. Nothing

than just gratuitous violence, blood running fast, veins, coarse laughter, strong wine and easy women. Kandak could still feel the smell of those nights.

And the excitement, then feel powerful, invincible, perfect.

Then?

Then the old king had died.

Iduned had been crowned.

war had broken out.

Twenty years of war on the border: army mobilized, deaths, broken families, tears. And reorganization of the Knights, conscription, discipline and order.

The capital was now a perfect clock.

No fear, no fear.

had returned the merchant, there was prosperity, wealth. The war was was a good incentive, and with a bogey.

It was an outlet for the nobility too overbearing, Hastor was right about that. The King would have to bless the conflict.

Thoughts crashes on that point, his face broke into a grin difficult to decipher.

The perfect morning, a perfect winter day, cold and gloomy, with needles of ice mixed with the light rain, weighed on him: on the heart and soul, making him exhausted. The bitterness, however, was an aftertaste that was getting used for months.

The King was indeed very popular, and he knew of it. Lately she had gone a long way toward its goal of making dependent only on the army itself.

Luck inherent in that war would have almost seemed suspicious, if he had not been re Iduned.

Now, a new bill under the sign of the reorganization of the army. A single commander for military forces, to undermine the dominance of the individual.

Army direct orders of the sovereign. As the Knights.

Kandak clenched his fists.

Men like the Admiral, not just superior, but also master of the fleet, as they would have reacted if it does not hurt? What could explode from such an imposition?

King felt safe. The people loved him, had the support of the Knights who were not noble, and did not want to be.

But the King was, indeed, a King and it was as if unable to intuit the infinite ties that, in a centuries-old balance, kept up their kingdom.

There would be war, had told her, sincere, and Iduned laughed.

responded that he was already there, the war on the border. A war that was not the end, perhaps because of their general ineptitude ...

I well remember the smile with which he had said, recalled the nod, the movement of the hand, the light at the bottom of his dark eyes.

remembered the Serpent, sitting at his feet, motionless and enigmatic like a sphinx, his hands in his lap, the clothes that made him rich even more anemic, and those eyes, that seemed without irises, they were so pale.

nothing human in him. Pure and perfect. Unattainable. It was as if it were from all eternity there, at the foot of the throne, as if there could be another place to stay.

really saw the future? He had already described the abyss in which all would be sunk because of a similar decision?

A movement at the bottom of the road turned away those thoughts, a servant who knew him, wincing slightly.

"Hastor Master ordered me to warn you, Captain. E 'was held at the Library, a guest of my master. "

Kandak nodded in silence.

Behind him he heard the first notes of the meeting, in the frosty morning of a still without form.

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The VI Water Snake by The Snake Dhely

Chapter: 6 / 19 (+ epilogue) Author
: dhely
Genre: Fantasy original
Rating: angst
Note: The characters are all mine , grimly use them for my enjoyment ... and hopefully for yours! ___

The classroom where classes were held was filled, and not only of boys: it was full of the usual unreal calm, a bit 'terrified of the cadets who were, for the first time in their lives, faced with a Wizard.

had been so for all of them.

The boys had been accepted by a couple of weeks just to enter the Academy, to try to become Knights. They had imagined a long physical training, heavy, exhausting with the sword, bow, shield, the javelin. They had thought of sweat, blood, bruises, whipping, screaming, cursing, on a night in the rain, frost, fatigue, injury.



They were ready at all. Not the worst.

's voice was Hastor soft, gentle, modulated. His expression was perfectly calm and clean. Derek smiled

pale.

desks were arranged in rows wide apart, tidy. That year

Hastor felt very lucky: all the cadets knew already received at least read and write, so to train those little animals, he could start with a step slightly higher than feared. The differences between individuals were there, and there would always be, but at least bring them to a minimum level of cultural decency would not have been completely impossible.

Derek knew Hastor Mastro, and together had a clear idea of what they were thinking about the guys there, staring at him just with the corner of my eye while walking, martial, for the class to ensure tranquility and order that there would be anyway. Almost none of them had ever dreamed of seeing a magician alive. They had certainly heard a huge amount of frightening stories about people like him, and the idea that it could be their teacher was impossible to understand. And horrible.

probably felt anxiety even have to breathe the same air with that man sitting behind her desk, just a dark blue robe edged with gold, the expression calm, her hands clasped on the surface of white wood, which spoke of tracks , insight, methods, ways, attitudes, and more.

Only few of them would have understood, as always. But the selection was ruthless in every field.

creatures to train: so called them Master Hastor. Derek

Often, during those first few days of quiet control, he felt a sort of punishment against them, mixed with a quiet sweetness.

not that day.

He stopped. He did not even need to focus to see it.

arrived two weeks.

One of the youngest cadet ever allowed.

The chiseled profile, the words carefully, cutting the eye smooth and elegant, and long hair, laid back like a golden cloak. The young Duke

Aelric.

Generally it was unlikely that a noble should ask to enter the academy, not because the Knights never rubbed shares, nor the names that come from the world they had abandoned. Apparently, however, the young cadet had refused them all that was due to birth, only to be there.

Derek felt as if something squeeze the pit of my stomach. Something that, if he had to call it, would have called jealousy.

Duke, nervous move silently under his gaze.

Jealousy.

not the looks of Rain, not at his jokes. Not his words. He was sure his heart was ... swallowed. Rain had been years since he loved. Years of shared life, passion, sweetness, of words, attention; year full of everything. In every, single time Derek was ready to put his own life in his hands, was ready to swear a thousand times on his word, his actions. Any action.

been years since she loved him.

swallowed.

They loved each other?

It was safe. More than certain. But ... But now, his looks, his words, his gestures. For quell'Aelrich! Fascinated, enthralled, entranced by that body young, elegant, so graceful, so ... tasty ... lent itself more to help him, around him, spoke, laughed with him ... Derek and the things he had heard, were even more unsustainable. Voices

read, talk to barracks: he had never given them any importance.

Mai.

Aelric dared to slightly turn his head, eyes wide, deep blue, which made that face, beautiful and otherwise empty, so expressive and sweet scream, her lips tightened, the concern on his face translucent, clean and alarmed curiosity.

beautiful, simple.

The pain increased: he seemed to have a knife stuck between his ribs.

His immobility duration was the time a couple of breaths.

Camera to move, drive.

Jealous? Because Adam was always

bring back certain items? Why should they always talk about it? Who care about what others said?

'I do not understand what we are - the voice of Adam had it still inside the brain. And his expression, the slight disgust, the lightness in his words - He 's young, yes, and pretty, but want to make?'

did not understand what anyone was there?! He would just ask that passed the first!

He turned more sharply than it would have liked, her hands clasped behind his back, an expression absolutely grim.

The boys would be alarmed to see him, but they were not watching: all eyes were on Hastor. His voice continued

to mark time, composed, relaxed, modulated, deep. But

Hastor eyes were fixed on her. It made him ashamed.

Soft, warm, kind, a deep brown shadows and light, who could ask for and cherish as much as they could become dangerous.

Derek wanted to flee.

He simply follow the long corridor formed by banks.

Aelric was just a kid. A cadet who maybe could not even finish training. A ... nothing.

Fair? Yes, very nice, but what else?

I thought hard, almost with fury, and commit to never see in the eyes of the mind on his face, expression, look so lovely ...

Jealous?

was just jealous.

was stupid to be.

For ... took a deep breath. Master's eyelids drooped Hastor slowly, her lips curled into a sort of smile, as if he had taken in hand, to lead him where he wanted to go.

was very unusual that the son of a nobleman came to the Academy ... and my heart missed a beat ...

Unusual, yes. But in the end, the Academy was also a prince.

The knife in the heart ceased to torture him slowly.

remember?

course. He could not forget it.

Younger, more younger than they should have been, in a spring night when the sky was raining all the water available to him, he knocked on the doors of oak and copper Academy.

years were those in which the portals were closed over a certain time and he, after days of traveling on foot and with any luck he found half, tired, sleepy, destroyed, in the middle of the night had called so loudly as to arouse the whole Academy.

remembered?

remembered that the tumbling clothes soaked him, his hair plastered to his forehead, extreme weariness, absolute, and the eyes of those strangers, him.

Their uniforms: dreams become reality.

huge man who had come to meet along the long dark corridor, and that did not need to carry a sword the next, or who knows what degree quilted on the arm, to show what it was. The scar was a deep groove in the middle of a disfigured face, but even that did not arouse horror, nor marred the force of his gaze.

He had watched, and simply asked him what he wanted.

He had shown distaste for his behavior, nor time, nor for having attracted so many men who had rushed to arms.

He had laughed when Derek told him that there had to be admitted as a cadet, he had not mocked.

He had looked a long time, then he turned to his side: there was a man there, who could not be a Knight. He was thin and elegant with a dress that squeaked strangely with the uniform of the others had reached out to Derek, smiling, inviting him to follow him.

accompanied him in a room, had to dry, and wear clean clothes, had made warm by the fire.

Derek was not afraid of him, was accustomed to the Wizards. He knew that were always called 'Master', who were greeted in that strange way, his arms crossed over his chest, which should be treated with respect, because they were educated and wise. Among his tutors had had several, because his father admired them very much.

do not fear and, tired as he was, he had almost dozed off in his chair, quiet, like a puppy that had found their lair.

They were the horses to wake him, and cries. References.

The Wizard had put a hand on his shoulder.

'I am here for you'.

'I do not want to go home! - Had opened the door, entered the Captain. Derek's had approached .- I studied the rules, sir. There is no mention of consent of parents! Let me try, please! ' Why

a prince flees from his kingdom?

Why the beloved son, that he could have it all, he had already everything, leaving everything?

Kandak had not asked anything like that, but: 'I thought you said, your father, that your desire was that?'

He nodded, seriously. They knew all along. Always talked about, have always dreamed of.

A man had entered the room.

not a messenger: the second one of the admirals of his father.

The gold embroidery on the edges of the jacket, shiny buttons, the precious fabric, flamboyant, soup, too much rain, the thigh-high boots in dirty mud, his hat in his hands with the scarlet feathers that hung limply, drowned . Knew him.

'You can not keep him here!' Derek

he felt his heart become small small breasts, but Kandak shook his head.

'wants to be considered for admission to the Academy. Nobody will depart for this'.

Kandak was only a Captain.

His father, however, was the Admiral of the Royal Navy, Prince of the City of Kraken, the main port of their land, shining gem of the force of expansion of their kingdom. His father not only ruled the fleet, then, but maintained: paying salaries, the ship was repaired, it was to build new ones.

His father leaned only to the king ... and only out of loyalty.

But the man with the insignia of Grand Admiral, he bowed, growling. Welcomed the willingness of the Knight as if he could not refuse him anything.

remembered, yes.

could not forget.

Hastor Master stood up, slowly.

smiled, and said over the lesson.

With a nod, politely asked Derek to follow him, and he did, his heart lighter.

After so many years, back in the studio Hastor, felt just like that night. The first night.

It was drenched with rain, now, it was frozen, was not hungry, he was not tired. But the pain could take a thousand forms, and that fatigue was worse than digging in the soul that left scars on the flesh.

always, though, that place had the power to calm, to make him feel safe, secure.

"Master?" he asked, carefully.

He smiled in response.

"Why are you telling me about them?"

Amazement.

"... Nothing different from the usual ..."

"This time they have observed much more carefully than usual."

Derek blushed with shame, looking away. There was something that could keep him hidden?

"Master ..." attempted.

The Wizard just shook his head, silenced with an elegant gesture. His expression did not seem annoyed: he just tell it an armchair.

"Sit down. ... We can discuss if you want. But I'm afraid there is nothing I can say or do, can ... - seemed to search for an appropriate period. I do not find it. He moved a hand, light, in the air to draw a bow, among them - place. "

He was unable to swallow the redness.

"It's not how they think."

"No, guess not. But I remember a trivial thing: often the obvious, the ones we are most accustomed to, just go unnoticed for too much practice. He loves you very much."

Silence.

If it were anyone else, Derek would have struck down with a cold stare, and was annoyed with a sentence acid. With Master Hastor could not.

did not want either.

took a deep breath.

"Master ..."

Hastor leaned toward him, put his hand over hers.

"It's not me you need to say something. - A smile - It 's yourself that you must answer, first of all."

Hastor Derek shook hands in a gesture that could be the overly intimate. The Wizard is not subtracted.

"You are right."

There was no need of other response.

passed, slow, silent other long minutes. Out the door they heard the voices of the trainers, the steps of the cadets who were in a hurry. Some Knights laughing.

peace slowly returned, broken in the distance a dull clang of hooks that resonate against other weapons.

Hastor stood up, the expression changed. He stood motionless in front of the library. With two fingers, along the leather of the books, gently, then pulled a roll of parchment messages from broken seals.

"I need to talk, Derek."

As if nothing had happened first among them. As if the changing of the subject would make everything different. As if the topic would make it impossible to close similar to what was always among them.

His gaze was ... terrifying. Derek felt his throat greenhouse jumped, avvicinandoglisi.

"Sir?"

His hands on the paper. The Wizard looked at him, hard and direct.

"You are a Knight, Derek, for years. And as Knight know that your first loyalty is to our Lord, our King Do you know more clearly than most."

"I have never behaved to make you doubt?"

"No - the term was ... painful. Sorrows. - But I would be lying if I said that you are my dear. And if there is a chance for me to warn some of you here, my choice falls on you. "

She handed him what he showed himself to be a document.

Official: the seal of the king. The insignia of the royal house watermark.

Derek's eyes widened in reading, green and very deep: dark pool open directly onto the black heart of the ocean.

"Understand what you will be asked?"

lips remained motionless.

ice, as the heart.

Hiv Lifespan In Water

Water Chapter V by dhely

Chapter: 5 / 19 (+ epilogue) Author
: dhely
Genre: Fantasy
original Rating: PG, Angst,
NC-17 Pairing: IdunedXElmari
Note: The characters are all mine , grimly use them for my enjoyment ... and hopefully for yours! ___


The quick steps along the porch sober, created a counterpoint to the screams of cadets in training, the voices of teachers and those who were the Knights shoulder. Sounds to which he was accustomed to not pay almost no attention.

Almost.

The serious face, slightly obscured, as was to be folded sulky expression, would have seemed strange to all who knew him. He hoped not to meet any of them. He knew

impossible.

A puff, annoyed.



He entered the courtyard, without looking up, without ...

"Derek! Hey, Derek! "

A smiling voice, too well known. Rain came up with Steve.

"Derek, Good morning! "

The young man bowed, while the Cadets, recognized him, snapped to attention.

Derek tried to appear friendly, but failed miserably.

chat with Steve. With Rain took one look, was more than enough.

"Excuse me, are in a hurry."

Steve nodded, pulling back. Rain followed him for a few steps.

"Derek? Has anything happened? "alarmed.

"No." A response

dry. A tone that did not allow replication.

Rain, of course, he said.

"Derek? You know, if something happens, I'm here, right? We ... - A pause as if looking for a word that did not come. Derek turned his head slightly towards him - a team, and I ...".

icy glance

A team. Yes, he knew all too well.

A team: union, trust, loyalty. More than one family, more than anything else. As if the blood could actually be denied, as if the will could prevail over that which germinated in the dark background of consciousness. As if the passion could be silenced, and the disillusionment is not smitten, inside.

Adam was waiting for him, a little further. Rain froze to notice. Derek

ignored both.

"Fear not, I know. Good job. - Chill - Adam, I do not have time. "

___

" Dark Shadows are getting longer in heaven. "

Hastor rested a book on the table, slowly.

"It 's a heavy period, Kandak."

For the first time in years, could not find words of reassurance. He just let tighten by the rider, docile: lost in his embrace seemed to stifle the only thing tolerable, a little, the pain in his heart.

"Have you been to the Pentagon?"

nodded slowly, sighing, away from him.

say.

Say what? Always quarreling, for that reason. It was the only subject on which they could not find even a slightest agreement.

"You should not ...".

he lacked the words, his eyes wandered for a moment away, then snorted.

He pulled the sword from his side, leaned on the rack, tore off his cloak from his shoulders. He fell on the floor.

Nobody picked it up.

"I have to."

"Did not have ordered" abrupt.

Hastor shook his head.

"I do not do to follow an order. I penalty his loneliness is such a ... "

" It's not a person! "

A sigh.

"That 's what you believe, just because you do not know."

"Fortunately!"

Kandak turned to him, seriously. He raised a hand drawing in the air, an exorcism.

Hastor jumped, grabbing her wrist.

"Do not do these obscenities"

There were many things that Hastor was intolerable. One was

.

stare, planted in the eyes of others.

words that burn on the tip language. Thoughts, feelings that could not be expressed, not only for fear of fighting.

Silence.

fingers intertwine fingers, in an almost unconscious expressions soften slowly, you know too well, they loved each other too much to deny a sweetness that was spontaneous.

"Wizards are all as stubborn as you?"

A half-smile.

"Sure. Just as it is certain that the knights, on certain issues, they know exactly be superficial as their captain. "

without any bitterness.

Hastor sighed, snuggled in an armchair by the fire and agreed with a nod, grateful, the hot cup of tea the other handed him.

Sweetness and attention. Peace. He stared

the tongues of fire that burned, calm, between the walls of the chimney.

"Tell me, then, what happened to touch you so deeply?"

Kandak also sat down and waited.

The silence was dense but not overwhelming. It was a constant companion, and the patient, who between them was always at ease.

Hastor sighed.

"It 's very experienced. - Just raised his eyes, softened by a subdued light and sweet, which prevented Kandak to say anything - The King seems to not ... not want to guess how far it is. "

" You know better than I that you should not be the one to point out to him certain things. "

" And who should, if not who do you see? "A choppy tone from the noise.

"Yes, but you know yourself ..."

"And the last orders of the king? Have you seen yourself, do you? And what did he say. "

a glance. His lips pulled back in a bitter sneer. Cupo.

"These are the things she said the Serpent, and the lord will guide you leave too ..."

"But he has always seen him correct."

"disgrace! Sees only troubles which he draws with his words, "

" I really believe that ... "

" I believe and I believe it all. Everybody knows that. AND 'creature ... "

" I do not understand why we still speak with you! "

Silence.

Kandak continued staring at him hard. Hastor ran a hand over his eyes, slowly, puckering just the opposite.

"Sorry, Kandak. Di Non .. we should not start this conversation when I'm so tired, e. .. "

Kandak leaned toward him, taking her hand, sweet.

"we both are: terribly stubborn. - placed his lips on my fingers - I see you restless and worried, and I shudder to see you so. And it is ... a difficult period, you're right. "

Hastor nodded.

"The generals are ... jealous of their independence, and he knows it. You think ... who obey Him? "

Kandak closed his eyes, shaking his hand.

"What will happen when?" Insisted Hastor.

only silence answered him.

___

The room was beautiful and the richest of all the palace decorated with beautiful and unique items, as it was its inhabitant.

The king had spared no expense for him.

Lumi branches veiled by curtains interwoven with fine gold, of exquisite carpets, screens of sandalwood inlaid with mother of pearl pure, brocade pillows so fine as to be as soft as silk, blown glass vases similar to the spectra light, shadows or fog. Elegant furnishings, refined, precious beyond belief, and silks, gold, bright stones, burning braziers in which grains of golden amber.

wire smoke of incense rare, coming halfway around the world, took place in the air still.

Nothing was enough for the snake.

Nothing was enough for Elmar.

Iduned stared spellbound, fascinated.

Wonderful, in the eerie silence of the absolute solitude, dancing along a rhythm known only to him, and birch trees, which could be heard rustling outside the large windows.

Elmar danced, moved like a creature of dreams, made of the substance of the ether bright, elegant and beautiful like a mirage.

forearm high jewel sparkles with sapphires, her wrists were loaded with bracelets jangling, his bare chest covered with many fine necklaces, precious and glittering ankle a braid of silver bells. As the only garment he wore a crimson cloth, silk, held together, hips, a high belt from which hung gold and pearls white stones.

Every movement was a bunch of chirps and flashes.

But none shone more than her smile, her skin, her movement.

Nothing was really worthy of him.

in the dark air of the room took silver embroidery, and he moved so lightly that it seems impossible that really touch the floor with bare feet.

King felt his heart tremble in his chest, following the flow of his movements. Her dance remembered a gentle breeze, which was rippling the surface of an alpine lake.

When the silent music ended, the snake remained motionless for a long moment, squatting on the carpet. Then, as the explosion light a fire, he laughed, getting up quickly. He went to Iduned, settling at his side.

the King shook hands with her, then kissed it.

"You are always beautiful ..."

expression Elmar lit. Almost shyly closed his eyes, leaning to him.

"You're too kind to me."

He clapped his hands.

There was a quick movement, a door slid on its hinges.

A young servant bowed to them, holding a red box, leather.

Elmar seemed astonished, the King smiled. He grabbed the box and dismissed the servant, then opened the door, holding out the contents.

"For you."

A new gift: a rigid collar inlaid with gold, set with opals and sapphires brightly luminescent, wearing high around the neck.

Again Elmar looked down.

"I can not ..."

"No, you can not ... - Smiled, lifting the beautiful collar, and belting his throat - you! Nothing is too good to stay by me, but still accept it as my humble gift. "

Elmar, with one hand, he touched the surface. The blue stones blazed the contact.

thin necklaces that covered, with a complex balancing act, chest and shoulders, rustled showing skin. The bracelet sparkled, barely touched by the light escaped from a brazier. Nothing more was his shining eyes, nothing is whiter than his hair and his smile.

Elmar sighed.

"Hastor explained to me that you ... dates of things in exchange for other things. And the gifts that you would take to make me give much food for many people. So many things. "

The king frowned.

"That ... that ... old! E 'come back a. .. "

" Do not call it that! - Almost alarmed - Do not call it that way! He is very attentive and is always to keep me company. It 'friendly with me. "

Iduned hugged him, sweet.

"You're right. I'll leave you alone forever, forgive me ... "The Snake

raised a hand, diaphanous, brushing hair, dark like the wings of a crow. She kissed his cheek.

"You are the king and the king live for the welfare of their kingdom. Stay away from me ... for reasons that make you honor. I am not angry with you. "

Clean, honest: the Snake did not know the lie. Iduned could not help smiling in response.

"Hastor result of this too, I guess."

Elmar nodded seriously.

The King stood up, holding out their hands and ask him to do the same.

"Now Showing."

The Snake smiled.

untied the laces that held him necklaces, slid down his collar, took off the bracelet and other jewelry. His movement was slight, enchanted and enchanting. Every object that rose off was a sign of relief, like a caterpillar that was free from the cocoon to show that the butterfly had become.

remained naked in front of the King

Perfection does not need anything to be made more beautiful. Elmar, stripped of all shone in itself, unique and beautiful as the vision of an angel.

an angel that belonged to him.

The heart began to beat, quell'estatica after immobility.

Iduned stretched out his arms, broke up the Snake on his chest.

After that there were only her hands thin and white in his clothes levargli: gifts, precious, useless and annoying.

Her lips soft and sweet, charming, who kissed and laughed.

Its translucent skin of a touch surreal, like alabaster. Always cold, even if covered by the most torrid passions.

Her lithe body like a dancer, elegant and strong together.

A snake's wonderful that they sacrificed with all the force of his little heart, who loved him, that he wanted, that is always bent to any his desire, without waste, without a question.

Iduned hugged him, hands on hips.

"Dance on me ..."

Elmar seemed to blush.

Or perhaps it was just yet another soft smile made pale from the shadows of that room.

Then his face twitched slightly, a hoarse whisper sfuggitogli lips, glittering shards - as tears-on either side of the eye.

Snakes could shed tears?

Iduned closed his eyes, drowning in him. Ignoring the questions.

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The Water Snake Chapter IV by dhely

Chapter: 4 / 19 (+ epilogue) Author
: dhely
Genre: Fantasy original
Rating: angst
Note: The characters are all mine, I use them grimly to my fun ... and hopefully for yours!


Hastor pressed his palms over his eyes.

At the end of last fit of coughing, scraping and dry, he stretched his fingers into his cup of tea: he found her cold. He continued to cough.

The cold, fatigue.

time had passed. The light was falling rapidly behind the windows of thin arabesques of chipped ice, but to get it back really aware of the world outside of himself had been only the muffled creak of the hinges in the next room.

his fingers, kind, on thick paper of the book that he kept on his desk, in front of the eyes. A book that could barely recognize the letters, which have become indistinct, blurred.

was tired and did not become aware of being before that moment.

Outside the door of his private practice he heard other noises succession: the bold steps, a thud. The parade belt that was with only a single gesture dry, after resting his sword on the rack. A puff, the chair rubbing against the floor.



Kandak.

knew the meaning of each noise could see him move into his room - their room-as if it had been there before. Even he could imagine his expression.

A slight knock and, subsequently, a gentle push, without waiting for permission: this was also typical of Kandak.

The man smiled, handing him the documents.

"Here, they are for you."

She had smiled, but had not really looked. Now, instead ...

Hastor sighed, raising his hands to slow down in advance what he knew would come.

"Avvicinami the candle, please. Tonight it seems that the letters are bewitched. - A faint sigh - They seem to run small, on the page ... "

" Do not come near anything! Tired! - Hard, looked around - and in here it seems to be in an icebox! It 's cold and dark. The fire is only the fire, did not come to revive it? "

Hastor turned away by the man in front of him, he looked out the window again. Icicles, now, could be seen clearly under the flickering light of a torch hanging on a little further on the rostrum, on the outer wall.

"I do not want to disturb me ..."

"Yes, and you'll be pneumonia! - Grabbed a hand in his, a fund alarm in his voice - Six of ice! That's enough for today, whatever you're doing, it is certainly more important than your health. "

She put a kiss on the fingers numb: his slender hand almost disappear into the socket of the rider. Trained to handle steel, weapons, killing, injuring, he could be delicate beyond imagination.

Hastor smiled, grateful, rising slowly from his chair. The open door to their room looked like a crack hatching on another world, warm and welcoming.

"I decided, Hastor, I'll give you a slave to read for you, and you will do the favor to accept it!"

"Of course no! – si avvicinò al camino, davvero quasi più gelido del resto dello studio. Le fiamme erano braci grigiastre – Uno schiavo nel mio studio? Con le mani nelle mie carte?”

Si voltò a fronteggiarlo. Più piccolo, più sottile, più fragile: Kandak si lasciò sfuggire un sorriso andandogli al fianco.

“Facciamo progressi, vedo. Almeno questa volta non inizi con il tuo solito discorso sulla dignità di ogni essere umano, e che non si possono usare le persone come se fossero cose...”

Gli strappò un sorriso.

“Quello è sempre sottinteso!”

“Allora risparmia il fiato. – una mano attorno behind, bent over to kiss, light, neck - Let's go, I will make you a fine? But did you eat? "

Hastor laughed heartily. That was

heat. ___


The Pentagon.

The highest level of the Royal Palace, right around the central tower: the garden surrounded by low walls in the shape of a pentagon.

The Knights, one on each corner, the outer one for the team.

Rain smiled. Derek, on his left, was still in the dim light.

The garden was like a dream. How they could build it there, at a level so high, with grass and trees and small lake, was a mystery.

The King had done it on purpose to prepare the Serpent.

Within those walls brittle, the temperature was always pleasant, even now, in the heart of winter.

Rain narrowed his eyes.

The Snake, pale and handsome, was sitting under a birch tree subtle and listened, rapt, a young musician with the harp.

Derek turned and began the patrol.

spent alongside each other, exchanging a word, a nod. Martial but not rigid, a step in the elegant polished boots, soft. Next to Steve's smile and ran a few words.

The expression that was the usual pursed lips.

Rain felt something muoverglisi, languishing inside. Maybe a little 'too low ...

Desire.

could not even breathe without desire. His hands, even in the dark gloves, were wonderful.

hands, yes, and his body: skin, warm amber, hips, legs. His back.

I was still in her arms, as had been the previous night. Warm, hungry, fragrant spices and something that Rain could not define. Derek

not tan, if not very little, however, even in the long months of winter pallor, he never lost the golden color of amber liquid that was their own.

was beautiful.

His smile cracked on his lips could be fulminating. His eyes, green and clear as the sea under a sky full of rain, and was promised call, and lack of modesty.

Rain adored his back: the muscles strong and supple, languid movements they knew to be, attractive. Her hair, a warm color, charming him were like a caress. And her voice was whispering, inviting, and the groans and murmurs ... would have liked to bringing this still in your hands. Under him.

Rain licked his lips, and commit to look away

The Snake was smiling.

was ... beautiful. Rain sniffed admission: yes, it was. It seemed one of those statues, white, clear-skinned, his hair very clear, light shades of blue to make it brighter.

Perfect.

did not like. Not at all.

turned many rumors about him, but he preferred to listen to the version that a soldier had told him to follow the King, who was with him when they came across the Snake: a night, with the field beside a small lake mountain, the king had approached the water and the surface had suddenly shown wrinkles in trasformatesi slow waves gradually larger, glistening under the full moon. The local guides, terrified and fled, screaming that the snake was on track to bring down the sky.

But like a snake not whether anyone had expected.

The King had fallen like a charm. Haunted by those eyes, by his appearance, his way of moving his hands, his thin body, naked under the starlight. A terrible spell, impalpable. Relentless.

It did not leave him there: he had received at the palace, had made him master of his heart. After the death of the Queen, and after the many disagreements we had with the Princess Roxanne, ended with his leaving the court, only the snake had managed to return him to smile.

Rain would have preferred to large Long a king sad, rather than ... that.

A puff, his response was that a smile. A hand on his shoulder.

"Nervous, Rain?"

Derek, at his side, staring at him. He seemed amused.

'A little bored. "

" Do not eat it with your eyes. Some might be jealous. "

A barely audible whisper. Rain looked at him almost in disgust.

"Him?! The King may be more comfortable that, at this point! At least on my part does not run any risk. "

strange shadow gleamed across the eyes of Derek, but disappeared almost immediately. Rain is not asked alia, about: his hand touched his back for a moment slightly longer than it would normally have been expected. Rain only noticed it after all he was the only one who had to hear and understand.

Derek passed to the next, returning to his place.

He wanted to kiss him, he wanted to touch him, having his skin under your fingers when you bite.

He turned his head.

Derek was looking away, staring at the snake. His profile, chiseled and elegant, was tense in the seriousness of his task.

was, without doubt, the most appropriate of them to be the foreman. Rain knew he could never have to worry excessively during a similar task: to represent, honor, but nothing too serious. Who could be a threat there? Without shelter, without anything? The sky above them. And around.

And the Serpent: a threat to his life? It prevented him from continuing beyond this thought. He knew all too well where he led.

Derek stiffened. It was a spontaneous movement, almost imperceptible. Rain had not even noticed it, but he had rested a hand on the hilt of his sword, ready like the rest of the team.

It was the arrival of Master Hastor to break the spell of immobility in the garden.

The Snake met him, it seemed happy. She stretched out her hands, welcoming, while Hastor crossed her arms over her chest, bowing slightly forward in his usual greeting.

were made close, talking in a friendly. The words were lost in the distance.

Lance beat, nervous, one foot on the ground. Derek, a glance, ordered him - gave him? - The next round of patrols on the perimeter of the thin walls.

Rain hissed something unintelligible between his teeth as he watched the Snake and Hastor enter the building.


___ "I'm so happy that you came, Master!"

A smile, something pale coma just a slight ripple on the surface of a frozen lake.

perfect expression.

"My lord."

"Elmar, Elmar call me, I'm glad."

Hastor smiled.

"Okay Elmar. I went to see you. How are you feeling today? "The robes

clear and delicate thin snake rustled as they crossed, slowly, the wide corridor to the private rooms. He bowed his head, two locks of hair, white as silver, slipping on his face.

"Good. Vi ... you - he corrected himself, recalling a practice adopted only shortly before - thank you for coming to keep me company. "

reached out, touching her.

"Duty. And pleasure. I've always enjoyed talking with you. "

A smile, a sweet, quiet. The room

Snake opened a door behind dark and heavy.

Rich.

Hastor was certain he would never become accustomed to opulence throughout. Elmar would probably not ever feel at ease among the marble, brocade, precious objects, heavy, the colors, I decided, vivid. In it stood the Serpent, simple and pure, like the alien creature that was.

For him everything had to be terrible and incomprehensible. Like the time, fascinated by the light that is refracted from the edge of a sword, he had passed over the fingers. The wound surface had the blood flow, and it had thrown into total panic.

Blood.

Now Hastor could understand.

"How do you feel?" He insisted.

He sighed, sitting on a red and gold brocade armchair, closing his eyes.

"Well, I think. - Looked up at him. The irises so clear as to be polished like silver shields, at that moment, in the dim light of winter, it seemed that they did not exist - I think. But I do not remember. "

Bitterness.

"Do not you should strive as much. Have you used again? "

His power: the gift and curse.

For him, especially a curse.

not said what he could say that he had done for the King, that he had they asked, and he could not refuse. He had wanted to refuse.

A slight nod, his head.

"I forgot. Something I do not know what. I saw the blood, and it has stolen some memories. "

Hand subtle, elegant, floated in the air. Sincere sorrow, deep, gleamed across the forehead.

Hastor felt sorry for him.

I saw: beautiful, perfect, wonderful. But he knew well imagine his pain, his fear, the fear of a being made of a substance different from theirs.

sensitive, fragile, alone.

desperately lonely.

could be easy to feel jealous of him. But have a look at what was to be able to read, clear, the future and who, day after day, was unable to turn on your past?

What could be a person if it is clear the history?

Hastor could not ask himself, staring at the snake's eyes.

Kine in Aqua