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

Pictures from Outlander

 

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“
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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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