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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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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