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[FFXII fic] RETURNS by dhely

Fic: RETURNS
Author: dhely
Series: Final Fantasy XII
Pairing: BaschXBalthier
Rating: NC-17
Note: SPOILER !!!!!!
Thanks to: my beta taurie_2020 and my baby indra_pavamana

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fics by the water-snake (epilogue) by Dhely

Author: dhely
Genre: Original Fantasy
Rating: Pg
Note: The characters are all mine, I use them grimly for my fun ... and hopefully for yours! ___


Hastor smiled moving a hand, allowing the rest to Knight that he had before him, leaving him to run away to meet his comrades.

He looked around with a bit of nostalgia: the magnolia flower was, and it seemed like every year, more and more beautiful. Below it, some cadets were training. There were smiles, there was trouble, there was sweat, pride. There was strength, there was ... it seemed nothing had happened.



But everything had changed.

Not that the change in itself was an unpleasant thing ...

Ewan, at his side, patiently waited for his nod to resume reading the latest documents sent by the princess. She wore clothes as a free man, because he was, had been there with them rather than return to his homeland and Hastor I was happy. It was really fond of the boy who had shown such a faithful and courageous in the darkest days of their lives.

also was no longer strange see people of his land to walk their streets. The exchanges were favored, and the peace brought a new mobility.

"Ewan? Thank you, enough for today. Take the day off. "

A smile, a little bow.

"Well, Master."

Hastor began walking, slowly, aimlessly.

The Knights had a new status, new uniforms, the old rules.

And many of the usual teacher ever.

The Third Army had a new captain.

He narrowed his eyes. From the porch Kandak appeared at the bottom, with a new uniform, a new title cut on purpose for him. An assignment

special request to form a group of trusted men to be entrusted with missions that do not never a word to anyone. Something that came directly from the lips of the princess.

He chose men for that position carefully and had chosen well: on the other hand had always been his prerogative to understand the hearts of men before him.

Kandak approached him with a smile.

"At the start, General?"

A voice whispered, slightly sarcastic. All his old comrades had laughed with him to read the nomination: a general even fifty? But Roxanne had insisted, despite the serious request Kandak to remain captain.

was not a man who cares titles.

"In a few hours, yes. I still have some things to finish. Waiting for you in a couple of days, I did prepare everything. "

Hastor accompanying him at his side, smiling.

"You're always too polite."

Kandak put a hand on his arm, a gesture almost unconscious habit.

No one took any notice.

Hastor could not help feeling almost as soon as the skin curl with pleasure. As if it was still a kid.

"The minimum. - A calm smile, I'm happy not to be there for the coronation, you know? I can not stand the ceremonies. "

" I know. Sometimes I suspect that you invent the commitments on purpose. "

They looked, smiled.

"Not this time, this time they really require my presence. When they knew that I would lose to obey the ceremony ... Well, you can imagine how you are headed toward me to delay the departure. "

" But you are much more stubborn of the two of them put together. "

A new silence.

Somewhere someone laughed.

Ewan stood to the side entrance facing the street. Leaning against the wall talking to a knight, and there was no need to look twice to know who he was.

Aelric had cut his hair, wore tight hours in a short tail, the neck. In one year he grew up. His face had become thin, mature, many of the shadows that had been on the bottom of the eyes were like evaporated. It was a sort of pop-weighted calm in its expression, which had taken the place of the thin and brittle shyness had.

was one of the youngest ever appointed Knights: had not completed the prescribed time as a cadet, but his performance in the field was such that no one had found just deny him the honor.

Anyone, then, would give a year of life to be instead of Ewan. To be the one which, alone, smiling in that way.

Kandak had chosen for his loyalty, too.

Aelric saw him. With a quick movement and elegant, stood up at attention.

"Lord."

"Rest. The others? "

" Ready, sir. We have to leave earlier? "

" No. Here in two hours. "

A new greeting, then shifted his gaze on Hastor and smiled.

"We will meet again very busy this time, Master."

Hastor assumed that this light of pure happiness that lit up her face was not only due to the idea that in a couple of days would still be in the company of an old magician. Perhaps the center also said the aide of the Magician?

Ewan seemed to have sensed, somehow, that thought, and blushed.

Hastor nodded, passing him on the shoulder, then continued.

The street was crowded, I ordered. People walking, quiet. Some children who kept a dog chasing a ball of cloth between his teeth.

Hastor felt at peace.

Jolanda, the madam of the brothel, dressed like a lady, "interrupted his conversation with a young man with expensive clothes to greet. He responded with an elegant gesture.

Kandak silent no more two steps.

"Don't .."

A look annoyed.

"Kandak, whatever you have come to mind to say about this woman and respect that I show to her, please do not say it."

a snort.

"I just ..."

"Kandak? All of you take advantage of its girls. I can not say goodbye? "

" But you are ... "

A hiss, annoyed. Something that not even the General Kandak could face lightly.

Then he laughed. ___


elegant stride. Light.

The large windows opened onto the garden, green and beautiful. Around the high peaks of the mountains gleamed white in the clear air.

That house was a jewel among the mountains, in a small valley filled with forests, woodlands, a pond nearby, you could always see the sun shine. An uninhabited valley, outside of them.

A valley which was to remain so.

Order of the Princess. Perhaps he was already

Queen?

Derek put his hand on the jamb of the window to lean out slightly. He heard a noise of hooves.

counted men on horseback.

Seven.

Even the dogs seemed to all.

"I'm back, sir."

His movement was accompanied by a hiss. As a dance of light.

was always thin. He was always candid, it was always perfect. Now

also seemed happy.

"Well, who knows if it was a good fighter? - Took his hands in his hands, then smiled, turned to him - I'm sorry you had to give it up for me, Derek. I know it is an activity that you like. "

Never would have thought that one day, the Serpent would have called you by name. And he could do the same. But, basically, everything that surrounded him, what was credible?

A king who was buried in the family tomb by his daughter that had assassinated. A being that you said could see the future, and could not die. That the Knights were not knights, but of special guards, ready to defend that paradise.

of that dream.

Derek smiled.

"It 's a pleasure and an honor to spend my time with you, sir."

"Elmar, my name is Elmar, how often must I repeat it! -Smiled, approaching the scale to meet his king - I am always sorry when you finish your turn, Derek, and go on. I like it when you talk about the sea. "

Derek followed him.

"will Hastor to Master a bit 'to keep you company, I heard. You need not worry. "

A look bright, a smile that looked like a small ripple on a lake of ice. Something infinitely small. Sweet. No more fragile

: safe and quiet.

"I do not care. But you're the only soldiers who do not fear me. "

A sigh.

"Not fraintendeteli, not afraid of you. Just ... are not used to being at the palace. Look at them. - He pointed to them with a little nod, as he carried the horses by the bridle towards the stables - I ... Knights do not have to be to be of high extraction, and many of them have never done anything but the soldier in their lives. Fear of not knowing how to behave. "

In fact they could not act, but avoided taking a similar freedom.

Elmar frowned.

"you say?"

Derek nodded.

Then he bowed slightly to Iduned that because Elmar, had come to meet.

She passed her arms around her waist, kissed him on the lips, laughing.

seemed twenty years younger.

Derek looked away: it was probably true. It is equally likely Elmar could not notice it. He left

discreet.

controlled by remote that George did not need a hand, then followed the winding path leading to the lake.

not have to wait long.

Rain met him, kissing him.

In that fire all vanished.

's Derek ran a hand through his hair, smiling.

"How was hunting?"

"A wonder! - I held her, biting the neck up - I missed you. "

" You too. "

sighed standing still in his arms. Eyes closed, his head leaning on his chest. Rain in the arms of a string, hold it together, to warm it up, to protect him.

"Something happens that I should worry about, Derek?"

A smile.

"No. Consider: we have some time off e. .. - Took a deep breath. He did not believe it would be so complicated to ask - my father wrote to me ... in other words. I'd like to see him. Would you come with me? "

Rain looked at him doubtfully, then sighed. Sometimes the words that were said were heavy and painful to get out from his lips.

"Mhm. If it's been so long since you speak, do not you think it would be better if I ... "

Derek made a strange grimace.

"Truly he is with you would like to talk. "

Rain's eyes widened. Slowly, vaguely, understood what the Admiral would have to say to someone like him - apart from the death penalty because he had dared to lay hands on Derek, because he is a child of any third party without the slightest position - and he could not blush.

"I-I? But .. "

" old ways as a sailor, as he says. - A sly smile, terrible. One of those who did it dissolve, and surrender without a shot being fired. - Please? In the end ... you started, with the dagger. It means something for you, right? "

" Yes! But kill a deer is very different that deal with your father! Do you have this? I will hang on a pier! "Derek laughed

bursting from his embrace.

"Come on! The six loved it! Do not be shy, and do not tell me you noticed. - Turned him around, languid, attentive, his head a bit 'crinkled and his eyes were laughing. She put her hand on his chest closer to him again. The lips to touch his lips - and then hang people on the docks is bad luck, would never do that. "

There was no other option than to respond to a kiss.

Derek pushed him into the grass.

He could sell any of its desire, if that was the way he tried to convince him.

Any desire.

After all, his father could not be so bad that he had seen his son. ___


"Raccontamelo again."

Elmar smiled. He ran his fingers through dark hair Iduned, lying with his head resting on his knees and sighed.

"I love you."

Iduned raised his hands, took my face pulling him. She kissed his lips.

"Not that."

Elmar closed his eyes, quietly.

"I can not understand how ... - A sigh. The fingers moved again, slowly, her hair. - You get older, I'll be always the case. "

bright gaze grew slowly away. But the bitter twist of the lips was canceled by a sudden smile.

"One day I die."

"And I will kiss his cold lips one last time, Iduned, and go to the lake. I melt into it. Water water water will become as I was. And sleep, as you sleep. "

Silence.

The starlight broke the quiet stillness of the night.

"It 's a good end, is not it? I could not find a better one. "

Something was painted on the face of deep Elmar. A smile ... wild. That broke the spell of his frozen expression, he opened a crack that rips right into a burning heart. A miracle in which very few had seen.

A sign for which was worth losing everything.

"The end does not matter. What I have taught you is the splendor of the road that we walk to get there. And I want to go crazy before you get a lot of happiness in the fund. "

To find in it, everything.

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Chapter: 19/19 (+ 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! ___


The army had made its entry into a sleepless city, broken down.

A city like no one had ever thought to see: the disorder was a silent chaos, people are bewildered piled by the roadside, men who were guards showed pale wrinkled uniforms and what appeared to be poor bands strolling players melted fast as snow in the sun, flying in the face of the forces that made their entrance from the doors wide open.

glittering Princess Roxanne in his armor, looking around with an expression indecipherable, riding his horse.

Captain Wolf at his side in his armor Knight, frowning. They were followed by general, other armed men, but small teams trained, splendid dresses, looks contemptuous.

was the sort of show that usually in the city was greeted with celebrations and dance, with flowers on the pavement and fireworks, there was now only silence and opaque eyes in disbelief.

The capital looked like a broken flower. Streaks of ash rubbed the inside of the walls. Houses collapsed, burned, smashed furniture piled by the roadside, looking like a nightmare.



Perhaps it was.

Roxanne bowed his head slightly, a child from the dirty clothes he had approached the bracket.

She had stopped the horse and the little he had laid a hand on the tip of the boot: what was perhaps his mother pulled him away, knelt on the ground, praying for forgiveness.

Pardon?

The gods had to forgive them all.

eyes followed the main avenue leading to the square of the palace: there seemed to descend from a small group of men.

Wolf At his side stood in the stirrups, straining his eyes.

"They're mine!" he said.

and spurred the horse. ___


Like a glacier that had melted under the rays of the sun: the city was like he had suddenly awakened from a nightmare.

People were running in the street.

There had been minor skirmishes.

The army had arrived to help the Knights.

The fires were extinguished. Orders were granted, and men to settle the disagreements, because they organize teams to reseat the city marked.

There had been promises of compensation. Imprisonment. He was trying to start work as soon as possible so that the return order.

The buildings were opened to those who were no longer a safe place where to return. The stores were open, distributed stocks.

The men were returning from the border in increasing numbers. It reported

incredible stories: the one who for years were told their was a lie. They were not going to fight on the border, to die to defend themselves and the kingdom.

No, it was the King to attack their neighbors. And he had just defended.

The princess had long searched for evidence of what they had suspected, and had found them. He had crossed the border, had spoken with what for years had considered the enemy, and was about to return home Having ordered to suspend any kind of aggression to talk about this with his father when he had come from the capital of a secret message.

Someone had sent a copy of that new claims to expropriation.

The army had assembled, the princess had spoken. And they were back.

They had expected all, not that.

citizens also had started to speak, and tell: what had happened, the nightmare, the guards, attacks, the Knights, the assaults. Then, a man arrived out of breath from the building.

And he also had something to tell the princess that had risen with his men in the private rooms of King

The screams, the clash of arms, the din.

shouted orders.

And she descended the staircase with the royal crown in his hands. Bloody.

Silence.

And the news spread, more and more. Mouths that they repeated the scene, and they could not hide their smiles, and raised questions and questions yet.

And again.

But now they would have had a Queen, beloved and respected by them and the army. Surrounded by those nobles who wanted to destroy his father.

could not seem to import anything else.

Some wept, not for Iduned, but for himself. For relief, for fear vanished.

The coronation had not yet occurred. The corpse of the King was not yet cold, but who cares?

They had a Queen. The madness was over.

The Snake?

Whispers told that she had suffocated folded like a flower on the broken corpse of the King, lifeless.

The Snake no longer existed.

The nightmare was over. ___


Rain stretched back to attention.

Princess Roxanne passed in front of them, smiling as he spoke, Captain Kandak. She smiled: it was said that the captain was a master of his sword, and now, to see them so close, it was hard to believe.

"Your men, Captain Kandak, we are always honored in any case may be."

"Even without me, it seems."

The leader who is bent slightly, the shadow of a smile. Master Hastor not far indicated that a young ambassador something that was visible just outside the window.

Everything seemed normal, perfect.

If it was not that the Third Army was all there, at attention along one wall of what had been a ballroom.

Maybe it would become again, who would be able to tell?

throng per team, for instance. Perfetti, like every morning to pay tribute to coat of arms.

Derek was at his side in silence.

"appears. But I choose you, one by one, and this is proof that you do not stop the right choice. "

" Did you learn at your own expense on the ground, Your Majesty, it is important to learn about the men who will be at your side battle. "

" You have taught me that. - Head bent slightly forward, It made me think what I have asked earlier, regarding the organization of the Knights, and I must say that at first glance, I agree. "

" I think there is enough time to think about it. "

new words. The men entered the back of the room.

Uniforms rich, elaborate, all different from each other. Rain was found to curl your nose to look instinctively to hide the astonishment and admiration. Each general chose a particular currency for his men and their army seemed ... Well a cacophony of colors and weapons.

This, if properly used, could become a perfect weapon, an advantage, but a Knight has always struggled to understand how the richness of the garments, or some elegant displays of talent could be separated from the field, honor, by strength, from victory, from ...

Voices smashed into a laugh, choral.

Rain could not not watch.

Suddenly there was a movement, something barely discernable. The Knights were stretched, but did not move.

Rain could just squint his lips.

Derek's eyes widened when arms wrapped around him, dashing, almost lifting off the ground.

"Derek! For Gods, Derek! I almost did not recognize you! "

eyes.

They were the eyes.

Besides the uniform of a color so bright as to appear lacquered, shiny boots, blacks, who came up to mid-thigh, swords, two, thin, that hung from the hips, slipped the gloves in the belt and her hair in a tight tail, dark eyes were to make him understand.

Parenti.

"Xan! - Stifled a smile, the arms are just softened and allowed him to put his feet back on the floor. Hands clasped in the arms-You, here? They told me ... "

" Father! Father, come! "

Amazement.

Rain had never imagined that someone wearing a uniform - especially as a general or an admiral or whatever it was - could take a similar approach a few steps from Princess. Instead they entered the room

other, a man stepped forward.

A man, a young man. He was wearing clothes similar to those of the boy who was embracing Derek, but red, a hue that reminded some sunsets and impossible. In one hand he held a long long hair with a purple feather.

And he smiled.

seemed accustomed to arms. His face wrinkled read, marked by the sun, a glistening smile - so similar to that of Derek! -, Broad shoulders, el'incedere, the tone the way of being someone who could be obeyed.

"Derek!"

The eyes, too.

Verdi.

The man and the boy embraced. Derek does not like him at all. Both strangers had dark hair, the massive structure, broad shoulders, large hands.

But the eyes were green: like those of Derek. Identical stones that lit up a reverberating undeniable similarity.

"Father! - Rain recognized a vein of emotion, something soft that would be known only to a few. They shook, it was a brief moment, then Derek pulled herself together, turning slightly toward him. Towards them. - Father? My army. My team. My men. "

Pride.

Rain could not keep from blushing read while snapped to attention.

was confused: all were.

All of them.

Kandak laughed breaking the tension.

"The Admiral makes no exceptions!"

A look something indecipherable. Of unexpressed and inexpressible.

The Princess shook a little 'head.

Admiral nodded slightly, holding out a hand.

"Captain Kandak, I guess. My son has talked a lot about you. Call me David. "
___

Hastor was leaning against the railing of a balcony overlooking a large room in the building, opened onto a clearing inside the building.

Kandak was at his side, behind them there was a lively buzz of many voices that fit one o'clock on the other. Many people were turned away from the table covered with maps: the tiredness was taking over.

Roxanne had just moved away and soon many of his guests would follow his example.

The Magician smiled feeling Kandak's hand on his.

"There's a beautiful sky tonight."

took a deep breath: it seemed that he had never tasted like air, then smiled, turning slightly toward the hall.

"Should not you be in? To discuss your ... colleagues? "

's eyes sparkled for a moment Knight, dangerous and shining in the moonlight. But he smiled.

"Colleagues, mhm? - Just wrinkled her nose - the most dangerous ones are out there. "

Hastor smiled. Put one's shoulder to the chest or fair.

"The most dangerous is committed, and not with me."

A hand on his shoulder, protective. In the shadow of the portico of the figures could be seen nearby.

Men talking.

Four.

"The Admiral." One puff.

"David." A smile.

Kandak held his breath and with it, even the words that it was better not to say. What sense did not even think.

With two fingers touched his cheek, Magician moved gently against him, then stared into my eyes.

"I missed you."

"You too. I ... feared. - The item must be bent, frail, and then smiled, precendendolo - Even though I know I should not. "

" You should not have. "

A long silence, broken by a gentle whisper. A thought now heading.

"Wherever they are, they are now together."

Kandak followed the gaze of Hastor, who got up to follow the central tower of the building at the side of which, there, somewhere against the dark sky, the Pentagon opened .

parted lips, then shook his head. Not was no need to say the least.

sighed: her eyes returned to the porch where it will hear a sharp eye that weighed on him.

is granted a face. If

pulled alongside with a movement almost abrupt.

Hastor looked at him, undecided and curious, then laughed.

lifted a hand in a gesture of greeting.

From there, after all, David said with a nod elegant. ___


Derek followed the gesture of the father with a strange look odd, but shrugged his shoulders.

Xander, his older brother, laughing at something that Rain had said lightly, blushing accordingly.

"No, no. Derek is the youngest of my brothers, but it's always been a favorite of our father. Ultimately, it is easy terribilemnte love him, do not you? "

Rain's response is modulated in expression shy.

Maybe he said something that Derek did not hear.

His father put his hand on his shoulder.

"And so - the low voice, barely whispering, something only the two of them - is he?"

He could still make it feel like when a child ran along the pier and tried more eyes looking for the white ribbon of a wing that would bring home his father.

remembered him in his arms raised to the sky, his laughter. She remembered his eyes, the rooms of his house, collected and suffocated colors, furniture, tapestries and perfumes; remembered his brothers who were laughing, playing with him, that taught him to use the sextant, read maps, to pull with the arc, to steal cookies from the pantry.

remembered the pride, the words and gestures. He remembered the salty wind that came in the lungs, the cold stab of the low clouds, the sea roaring with the power of the hurricane. He remembered the fear, the tears. He remembered, so far as been happy. As he felt alive. Amato.

And then he remembered the only person who had the power not to make him regret ever tutto quello.

Derek sorrise, annuendo: non era difficile farlo, bastava guardare di fronte a sé.

Temperature Sensor Circuit Diagram

XIX XVIII by The Water Snake Dhely

Capitolo: 18/19 (+epilogo)
Autore: dhely
Genere: original Fantasy
Rating: Angst; NC-17
Pairing: DerekXRain
Note: i personaggi sono tutti miei, li uso biecamente per il mio divertimento... e spero anche per il vostro!
___

Iduned passò una mano sulla spalla di Elmari, immobile, gli occhi fissi sul cielo pesante che gravava sulla città, Heavy smoke and soot.

seemed to see nothing, know nothing.

was an error: Elmar saw more deeply than they could do them all, and knew things unknown to them. But sometimes he could not imagine the twisted loops of a human heart.

ran his fingers along the silver hair and smooth. Perfect and wonderful. Inhuman, like everything in him, as his profile, its pure expression, eyes clear.

an ice sculpture and silver. He turned slightly

: a sculpture that breathed, staring at him, terrible, with that expression.



There was anguish.

There was empty. A mottled nothing of hatred, pain, perhaps.

A light that made it hard. Tremendous anger.

Iduned passed two fingers on his forehead, drawing back a lock of hair, sweet.

expression that would have to wait. Who had hoped to him deleted.

smiled, bitter, with a sigh.

would soon be over. Soon he would no longer have to worry about it.

"He's coming."

His voice was thick and vibrant.

steel on steel.

Iduned narrowed his eyes.

"I know."

took his hand, in his. The movement, slow and gentle, startled Elmar, who moved his eyes as if to see if he was really doing what he felt.

Startled.

The King stood up, shaking his head. He left two steps, knelt beside the book stabbed by a dagger.

The image of a knight dressed in white and stainless steel from a broken blade gleaming.

A shot of anger? Or something deeper?

grabbed the hilt and pulled with force. Then he took the book, closing the shutter.

Elmar's eyes sparkled.

"Master Hastor should not take certain things."

A sigh.

"Master Hastor should not afford to keep anything hidden!"

A bitter smile. Iduned came to the fire that was burning down in a recess in the wall and then he threw the book.

The old paper crackled in the flames. It remained only sparks that flew in the air, mingling with the smoke from other fires.

Elmar raised a hand, took her to his chest. It touched him where the arrow had lodged in his flesh, and his expression became rigid, serious.

not look at him.

"It was you."

A sigh.

"Yes. For this to happen. "

Bitterness.

"And I wanted to die ..."

"No! - Clenched fists, it faced serious - No. Never. But it was the only way to have you with me. "

Elmar's gaze was like a mirror: the King can not read nothing but his own horror. ___


They had received enthusiastic. The

had embraced, had beaten backslapping. Some among the younger cadets, had even moved.

Within the structure of the Academy had prepared a room, warming, preparing screens behind curtains and clear coats, a large vat of boiling water: a real luxury at that time.

was all he had managed to do.

had sent two cadets to help him to wash off the blood, dirt, tension. They had poured buckets of clean water on him, and had combed his hair, long, carefully.

The cadets had disputed the honor, and Aelric could only smile at Derek while with the fingers, carefully untied the knots of the hair not to tear.

They had wrapped in a linen cloth, white, and had come Hastor Mastro.

had checked the injury of Derek, with attention and care. He had clean, had bandaged. Then she runs her fingers over the body, controlling the bruises, feeling the bones, weighing the muscles.

He smiled, then he turned to Rain, handing him a bottle translucent.

"It 'a balm, used to dissolve the pain, to absorb the bruises, to restore vigor to the muscles."

were left alone. Behind the Screens

opened a corner almost completely occupied by a single bed. The air was thick and humid for the bathroom and oils.

Derek's skin shiny, and marked, but her eyes were splendid.

Rain managed to smile.

The balm was cold on the palms of his hands blew on it, slightly, before moving on. Wrists, arms, marked by dark bruises, and red streaks on the strings too hard, back, shoulders rigid.

"That bastard! - A whistle, passing the tips of his fingers on the wrist - How has tightened the strings? "

A smile, a look sparkling, mischievous.

"He did not want me to run away. - The hand on the face, lips on lips, sweet - As if it were possible to remove me from your ... How did you find me? "

a nervous laugh, slightly embarrassed.

"You will not believe. I found I ... I ... I do not know what followed. It was as if my name. And then I found the sleeve ... "

She took his wrist and held it to his lips, sweet.

Derek smiled, her head a bit 'laid back side.

There were many things to say, many wonder, from some whispering.

They did none of this: he remained silent, his hands searching for the hands and arms to tighten, your fingers to offset the fabric.

and lips to draw on the skin long grueling trails of kisses, muffled whispers, smiles bright. The body against body, rubbing, moving gently to the dock waving to the rhythm of the heartbeats of both.

Rain grabbed Derek's hair, yanked them slightly back, exposing the neck, languid to kiss him.

Soft and attentive.

A new smile, your hands follow the contours of the ribs, to mark the elegant line of the hips.

He had learned that the pleasure was something that was built with patience and gentleness, with care and knowledge. And Derek's body tensed, sweet, beneath him.

cunning.

snorted pulling off his uniform off. A withering look, able to do blush.

As always.

As if that were not now used, among them. As if we do not know well enough not to have to think even more to give pleasure.

"You're dressed too."

Laughter, Rain bent to gently bite his shoulder, throwing the sheet off the bed.

"You too."

"Of course you do not waste time ..." Derek

him move his leg behind his knee, knocking on his back on the mattress.

"And you tell me?"

The laughter is stifled in a groan loudly. The language of Derek followed a thousand times the line of the neck, while his fingers explored, touched, Wise.

thousand times more crossed those invisible paths patrolled but now many times. As if they were branded in the flesh, the soul. As if was impossible to pretend that did not exist.

The whispers, the moans were like keys ravines of pleasure for those who were their home.

Rain's a little bit his neck, hands him to stretch the hips.

Derek groaned again, a low sound, throat, hoarse. Invitation and challenge, together.

His real name, not what they had given the men, no, but its essence without sound. Rain was recognized and smiled, sinking his teeth with more force.

skin burned like it was made of lava, and slipped, soft under her fingers.

hair was tongues of fire: no fire could ever take it away.

Rain was suddenly struck by doubt that the Serpent he could be right about him: he was a spirit of fire. And something of his inner nature he showed it. Light, warmth, smile, sparks dancing on the bottom of his eye, how fascinating, exciting move, to exist. No, there was nothing in him of white or perfect, icily composed.

Nothing like the glow of a fascinating and intangible starry sky. No, maybe a bonfire under that sky, yes, and one in which hot mantle, and his body on him, his hands just to lift the cloth, to tickle the skin and lips, the kisses, the whispers, the language. The smell of his

sex, his excitement, not a pale dream, not a cold longing.

Something hot, burning flesh and blood and sweat and muscles, hands and teeth. Body, and sex.

Fame, shortness of breath. Desire.

Languido and complete together.

Rain's voice was muffled by the mouth of her partner and all, slowly, he ceased to have meaning.

The words, images, meanings.

Everything became a world glowing, stifling a whirlwind and exciting, it penetrated and was wrapped together. What made him alive and transfigured.

pleasure, only pleasure, a first step of pain, which exploded, sucking the life and death, meaning, desire, the mind, words and ideas. The honor, history, reasons. All

.

began and ended there.

As these explosions of fireworks that color the night's party: the deafening noise, a flash of color impossible to describe, and shining like a thousand suns, which ended in a pile of warm ashes.

Rain narrowed his eyes.

The front of Derek weighed lightly on the shoulder, gently as he struggled to regain control of himself.

opened her fingers, slowly lowering her eyes in the palm of his hand felt something warm.

It was not ash.

Rain smiled: it was not false lights.

not was an explosion that would have wiped out everything.

Derek's fingers moved, gently, following the clean lines of the palm.

A smile, just whispered under his breath, and fingers slipped between her fingers. The close was made stronger, without causing injury.

"Rain?"

A whisper. A word accented with a strange tone.

Nothing.

A hand to brush her, sweet, hair, and breath that, smile, became a yawn.

Then sleep.

and peace. ___


Hastor put the bowl on the wall that surrounded the well.

For once cadets had to chase, asking orders, or simply comfort. He had the Knights with which to compare men to talk to.

could just be himself, facing the imposing figure, and opaque to a castle that filled a large slice of heaven.

I knew: there had been several occasions since his appointment to the Academy. Before then, he was an apprentice of the Wizard of court. So familiar corridors of representation, the wing 'of the arts', where there were studies, where they played music, or stretched maps. Where is reproduced on large tables ancient battles, where there dwells in the calculations and explanations.

Sure, he knew, like everyone else, the large rooms dance, where there was the most sumptuous feasts you could even imagine: every Knight had acted as a guard at least once in those rooms.

Then there were prisons, underground interrogation rooms. The Pentagon, the high levels.

There was nothing that the last of the cadets had not been able to know with a little 'patience.

He took a breath, profound: the air seemed cleaner than usual. The fires were decreasing in intensity, but the fear lingered on them, pressing on the lungs.

knew other rooms of the palace, that anyone should have known of its extraction.

smiled to himself: a little secret, perhaps the only one who had held Kandak. A silence that lasted years.

A silence that had no weight. Which had the consistency of a breath.

An ancient memory, a remote gaming.

Something ... unimportant. What a strange time

, absurd to remember him.

David.

His name, indeed, had found weeks after he was gone.

Hastor found himself blush a weakness? A failure? No, something more human desire for warmth.

And now he could not ashamed.

of himself? Of desire?

No, he was never ashamed of what he had tried, because if it were not for that, would never have left the arms of a Knight. It would never be happy.

He had learned to follow his heart was sometimes the only wise choice that you could do, was the way that fate had to show his plans to mortals. It would never stop to thank the gods, or whoever they are, for having given a life next to Kandak.

He shook hands, looking down, perhaps there was David, because without him, there could be Kandak?

And then, somehow he was sure that he had known: an intuition? Or read the words of one of many that to the palace, did not like his own business?

Whatever it was they had never spoken. They had never needed.

He narrowed his eyes: he could almost hear him, on the skin, the image of the castle. The remoteness of

Kandak was something profound, and together, their connection was so visceral that sometimes when he felt close even though he knew that was not there.

On the other hand was sure he was comfortable: on the one could never deceive him. He had absolute consciousness: he was feeling under the skin, a shock in my heart, a sense of consciousness, mind, spirit.

Kandak was part of him in an inexplicable way, but absolutely true.

lifted his head slightly as responding to an order: a hawk launched its recall, at the top.

Hastor sighed, holding out her lips.

"They're coming."
___

Elmar pale he looked away from the flames that filled the fireplace.

"You hear that, Iduned?"

Her voice had returned sweet, calm, just whispered, her eyes were clear again, reverberating in the gradient that only the purest and oldest ice could have

The King lifted his head from the desk on which stood for hours studying maps of the city.

"New attacks?"

A serene smile in response.

____

Derek rubbed his forehead against the hollow of the arm, snorting something incoherent.

Rain kissed her back, still asleep, a ray of sunlight, pale, had grazed his cheek.

With two fingers followed the spine, Derek suppressed a shudder, laughing.

is braced on one elbow, pushing a lock of hair from his forehead.

a yawn.

Rain laughed, the other turned to him, seriously, laying two fingers on his lips.

"Ma .. you feel it too? "

frowning.

"What?"

Derek turned back, reached out and touched with the fingertips on the stone floor of the room, which seemed to spread from small vibrations.

Or something like that.

"I do not know."
___

Kandak took a deep breath, stand up.

is smoothed on the uniform, the best possible facilities for the buckle of the sword, which had not taken off. Jack's back, pulled on his gloves and left the skin soft and tanned them, absorbing some of its own heat.

The guards had not moved.

You would be amazed if they had not noticed of the approach army to the city walls.