Longer than that

This is Part III of the heartbreaking Scene from DiA Part I is Rare Woman, Part II is Cease to exist and Part IV is Once more

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The whole Scene

Cut me,” I said urgent­ly. “Deep enough to leave a scar. I want to take away your touch with me, to have some­thing of you that will stay with me always. I don’t care if it hurts; noth­ing could hurt more than leav­ing you. At least when I touch it, wher­ev­er I am, I can feel your touch on me.”His hand was over mine where it rest­ed on the knife’s hilt. After a moment, he squeezed it and nod­ded. He hes­i­tat­ed for a moment, the razor-sharp blade in his hand, and I offered him my right hand. It was warm beneath our cov­er­ings, but his breath came in wisps, vis­i­ble in the cold air of the room.He turned my palm upward, exam­in­ing it care­ful­ly, then raised it to his lips. A soft kiss in the well of the palm, then he seized the base of my thumb in a hard, suck­ing bite. Let­ting go, he swift­ly cut into the numbed flesh. I felt no more than a mild burn­ing sen­sa­tion, but the blood welled at once. He brought the hand quick­ly to his mouth again, hold­ing it there until the flow of blood slowed. He bound the wound, now sting­ing, care­ful­ly in a hand­ker­chief, but not before I saw that the cut was in the shape of a small, slight­ly crooked let­ter “J.”I looked up to see that he was hold­ing out the tiny knife to me. I took it, and some­what hes­i­tant­ly, took the hand he offered me.He closed his eyes briefly, and set his lips, but a small grunt of pain escaped him as I pressed the tip of the knife into the fleshy pad at the base of his thumb. The Mount of Venus, a palm-read­er had told me; indi­ca­tor of pas­sion and love.It was only as I com­plet­ed the small semi­cir­cu­lar cut that I real­ized he had giv­en me his left hand.“I should have tak­en the oth­er,” I said. “Your sword hilt will press on it.”

He smiled faintly.“I could ask no more than to feel your touch on me in my last fight—wherever it comes.”Unwrapping the blood-spot­ted hand­ker­chief, I pressed my wound­ed hand tight­ly against his, fin­gers gripped togeth­er. The blood was warm and slick, not yet sticky between our hands.“Blood of my Blood…” I whispered.“…and Bone of my Bone,” he answered soft­ly. Nei­ther of us could fin­ish the vow, “so long as we both shall live,” but the unspo­ken words hung aching between us. Final­ly he smiled crookedly.“Longer than that,” he said firm­ly, and pulled me to him once more.

 

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Quote and Excerpt by Diana Gabal­don from “Dra­gon­fly in Amber“
I own not­hing but the editing
Heike Ginger Ba Written by:

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2 Comments

  1. Norma D
    February 25
    Reply

    This was the sad­dest scene I have read. My heart was break­ing for them… Thank you for cap­tur­ing it as a reminder of why I love OL.

    • Heike Ginger Ba
      February 25
      Reply

      Hi,
      it is a heart­break­ing scene, glad you like the Image though it is so sad. Heike

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