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Pocket Assassin
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She had to remember to breathe, and she continued to look around until she heard Arryk again. “I just… wanted to tell him good-bye… He just left…” She moved to wrap her arms around him, ignoring Colchester for the time being. She closed her eyes, not sure how much time had passed before Arryk was holding something in front of her. He mentioned something about the fever. Good… she’d take that one. But she was not taking the poppies!
“This tastes like feet…” she whined between gulps. But she knew she had to drink it. For her sake… for her baby… She could not continue to be sick.
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a desert war
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"Be glad it's not dead feet, and offer a prayer of thanks." Arryk took another cup from Colchester, and once the fever concoction was near gone, swapped them out without comment. "Just a bit more..." If there was anything to kill taste, it was willow bark.
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“What is this…?” she asked, leaning her head back away from the cup. It had occurred to her only now that he was switching cups on her… Damn him. “What did I just drink?” she asked, giving him a suspicious look.
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a desert war
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"Poison, my love. I finally decided I couldn't bear marriage," Arryk said with dripping sarcasm. "What do you think?"
Colchester busied himself packing up the ingredients again, trying to stay out of the lady's line of sight. |
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Pocket Assassin
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“You’re not funny…” she said, trying to remain indignant even as her lips curved into a frown, her eyes filling with tears of betrayal. “Or fair… Damn you, Soldier. You’re not being fair…” She leaned against him, wrapping her arm around the back of his neck, her mind so muddled now that she was giving no thought at all to her wound. “Lay with me,” she requested in a whisper. “If I cannot be awake… at least lay with me. Hold me…”
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a desert war
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He sighed, and kissed her cheek. "Now you aren't being fair, Lady." But he did as she asked, settling into the bed beside her as the door closed. "You need the sleep more than you need the company. I want to know you're healing, love. That's more important than anything just now."
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Pocket Assassin
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“You’re wrong,” she cried softly, closing her eyes and trying to fight the sleep. She would keep fighting it until she couldn’t anymore. “I’m healing… I promise I’m healing… But please… I… I…” She lost her thought, her mind starting to drift. Damn it! “Stay… The most important thing is that we’re together… That… That’s what I meant to… say…”
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a desert war
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He brushed his lips over her cheek, and her lips. "Yes, sweet. And we'll be together again before long. But for now, you're going to sleep, and dream and have those stitches out when I get back. I'm not sure I can remember to be careful enough with you otherwise..." he teased her and rested his cheek against her hair.
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Pocket Assassin
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She sighed softly, the tears starting to ebb. Not because she felt done with crying… but because sleep was more imperative. “Yes… Soldier…” she nodded slowly, realizing that she couldn’t keep fighting. It was too powerful a need. “I’m not sure… I can remember that either…” she said, nestling her head on his shoulder, her arm sliding around him. “Arryk… I love you…”
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"I love you," he answered her, wrapping his arm carefully around her side, and his other hand stroking her hair. "Very much. Now just sleep... and have some less bothersome dreams this time..."
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Athena nodded once again, making a noise that might have been her attempting to answer him, but it also might have been just her making noise. She was of a mind to at least lean forward to give him a kiss on the cheek before settling back on his shoulder. The sleep that took her then was relentless, and she was out, sleeping soundly and dreamlessly.
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