A flicker of ire across his face in that violet darkness. Pulling his hand from her breast, and his mouth from hers, Ishamael rolled over and lay on his back beside her. It was a bitter-sweet, but he had planted the seed of doubt and the knowledge of what she herself feels in her heart.
"...Very well, my lady. I will be true to my word."
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Date: 2006-11-07 01:39 am (UTC)"...Very well, my lady. I will be true to my word."