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necia_phoenixI'm playing, I'll admit it. I started that other scene earlier and then today I was playing with this new set of scenes. I have reached 40k on BP.
I am pleased. Very very pleased. I didn't realize I had gotten so far.
Quick context;
This is from Lillian's POV. Lillian is one of Zander's lovers towards the end of Bastard Prince. The more I write her, the more I think that, had they met under different circumstances they would have ended up together 'forever'. But yeah. :P Zander in this scene has just survived a torture chamber.
Rough Snip:
A few well placed magic heating stones along the sides of the large bathing room made it warm and the hot water; steamy . He sighed, pure pleasure on his face as he sank to the bench.
"Gods I could live here."
Lillian laughed going over to him and pulling up his shirt.
"Lilly..." it was a protest, a warning.
"You have been through hell." she said glancing at him then carefully unbuttoning the shirt. "You deserve to be pampered."
He stood pulling the tunic off and hissing in pain, his arms unable to move right. She saw the problem, gently took the one side of the shirt off and helped him out of the other sleeve. She stared at his back and slowly went around him taking in his back and then his chest, shaking her head as she did. There was not a single patch of skin un bruised nor scarred. Whips? Knives? She wasn't sure. He cupped her face forcing her to look at him.
"Lilly don't cry, please." Pleading, his voice cracking.
good night lj
I am pleased. Very very pleased. I didn't realize I had gotten so far.
Quick context;
This is from Lillian's POV. Lillian is one of Zander's lovers towards the end of Bastard Prince. The more I write her, the more I think that, had they met under different circumstances they would have ended up together 'forever'. But yeah. :P Zander in this scene has just survived a torture chamber.
Rough Snip:
A few well placed magic heating stones along the sides of the large bathing room made it warm and the hot water; steamy . He sighed, pure pleasure on his face as he sank to the bench.
"Gods I could live here."
Lillian laughed going over to him and pulling up his shirt.
"Lilly..." it was a protest, a warning.
"You have been through hell." she said glancing at him then carefully unbuttoning the shirt. "You deserve to be pampered."
He stood pulling the tunic off and hissing in pain, his arms unable to move right. She saw the problem, gently took the one side of the shirt off and helped him out of the other sleeve. She stared at his back and slowly went around him taking in his back and then his chest, shaking her head as she did. There was not a single patch of skin un bruised nor scarred. Whips? Knives? She wasn't sure. He cupped her face forcing her to look at him.
"Lilly don't cry, please." Pleading, his voice cracking.
good night lj
