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!
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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."
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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.

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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."
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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.