Chapter XV
Between one and another dream Ichabod opened his dark eyes slowly, watching the western woods around him, it practically moved together with the Hessian, the dead man's power was impressive, the stormy clouds followed them, and the snow whirled around them, the Hessian was impressive.
"...The Hessian..." Ichabod thought, and weakly looked for the gray winter eyes, the mercenary's look was fixed in the path of snow, his face seemed so serious, Draufgänger puffed and Ichabod reacted nervously to the noise, returning his look to the neck and the ears of the horse, pressing his body instinctively against the Hessian, looking for protection, Ichabod had the Horseman's attention now, the Hessian looked at im fixedly, there was no expresion on his face, he was not blinking neither breathing, Ichabod tried to explain why he had presed his body against his like that, but there were not words or sounds on his half-opened mouth, Ichabod found to see a light smile in the pale and thin lips of the Hessian, but it disappeared as soon as it had came.
Ichabod trembled of cold - and fear - unconscious of the pain and of the wind on His face and neck, unconscious of his painful hands and chest. the Hessian simultaneously wrapped him on His enormous, warm and ragged cape. Íchabod closed his eyes for a moment, his head rested sluggishly in the cold neck and the powerful shoulder of the Hessian. Ichabod opened the eyes and saw his own breathing in the cold air.
Ichabod sat down and looked fixedly at the Hessian, the gray eyes were as sad as always, Ichabod remembered the fear, the wound that crossed his body, the blood and the pain, and the comfort offered by the most unexpected savior, the Horseman.
his lips moved lightly, and his voice almost could not be heared. " why are you doing this...Hessian ?" Ichabod stuttered and he doubted a little before continuing... " why to save someone... as weak... as me? ."
The Hessian looked at him inexpressively again. his eyes fixed on his. the pale skin, the gray eyes, the sharp teeth and the wild hair made him see so strange, and at the same time so normal with the snow falling behind him. The Hessian did not made an effort in speaking, the Horseman simply grunted smoothly and moved his head enough so that Ichabod could see his pale neck, and He slipped a hand along the thick and horrible scar that was still around his strong neck, a simple and silent answer, the Hessian looked again at Ichabod, trying to hide his own pain and remorse.
" ...oh... " whispered Ichabod, and rested his head again in the neck and shoulder of the Hessian, doubtful and lazy.
Ichabod seemed a bit disapointed, but he didnt knew why himself, perhaps he was waiting for a diferent awnser, but, what kind of awnser? and why was he feeling so empty?
The Hessian bited one of the ears of Ichabod smoothly, knowing that it pleased him, and it would calm him enough. Ichabod looked at the snow falling softly, he closed his eyes and decided not to think about it anymore.
chapter XVI
the young man was sleeping allready, Daredevil puffed smoothly and the snow fell as soft as feathers, the Hessian pressed the beautiful boy's bleeding wound, he had lost more and more blood, anything good for such a young human.
the Hessian caressed - smoothly - the cheek of Ichabod , the young man woke up but he didn't opened his eyes, he had conscience of the meek touch at his face and neck, but he could accept it quietly in the darkness, he trembled a little though when feeling the dead man's cold lips on his neck.
Ichabod half-opened an eye and saw that the Hessian was thaking off one of his heavy leather gloves, his hand was enormous, much more biger than his, it was huge, and the skin was extremely pale, the long and thin fingers were as powerful as the rest of his hand and body, Ichabod seem confused, did why he feel so attracted by the Hessian?
The Hessian noticed that Ichabod was staring at him, but his face continued as serious as before.
the Horseman opened Ichabod´s shirt , leaving to the overdraft the deep wound -besides the provocative skin-, the Hessian leans a little and touches the wound, Ichabod shivered, the touch of the Hessian was burning as his sword was, he felt so strange, suddenly the wound stopped to bleed and Ichabod saw with fear and a terrible loathing how the Hessian licked the remaining blood of his fingers with absolute indulgence.
Ichabod fainted and this was starting to bother the horseman a little, although in fact he thought that it was adorable.
the hessian caressed the lips of Ichabod with his own, and they continued the trip.
Between one and another dream Ichabod opened his dark eyes slowly, watching the western woods around him, it practically moved together with the Hessian, the dead man's power was impressive, the stormy clouds followed them, and the snow whirled around them, the Hessian was impressive.
"...The Hessian..." Ichabod thought, and weakly looked for the gray winter eyes, the mercenary's look was fixed in the path of snow, his face seemed so serious, Draufgänger puffed and Ichabod reacted nervously to the noise, returning his look to the neck and the ears of the horse, pressing his body instinctively against the Hessian, looking for protection, Ichabod had the Horseman's attention now, the Hessian looked at im fixedly, there was no expresion on his face, he was not blinking neither breathing, Ichabod tried to explain why he had presed his body against his like that, but there were not words or sounds on his half-opened mouth, Ichabod found to see a light smile in the pale and thin lips of the Hessian, but it disappeared as soon as it had came.
Ichabod trembled of cold - and fear - unconscious of the pain and of the wind on His face and neck, unconscious of his painful hands and chest. the Hessian simultaneously wrapped him on His enormous, warm and ragged cape. Íchabod closed his eyes for a moment, his head rested sluggishly in the cold neck and the powerful shoulder of the Hessian. Ichabod opened the eyes and saw his own breathing in the cold air.
Ichabod sat down and looked fixedly at the Hessian, the gray eyes were as sad as always, Ichabod remembered the fear, the wound that crossed his body, the blood and the pain, and the comfort offered by the most unexpected savior, the Horseman.
his lips moved lightly, and his voice almost could not be heared. " why are you doing this...Hessian ?" Ichabod stuttered and he doubted a little before continuing... " why to save someone... as weak... as me? ."
The Hessian looked at him inexpressively again. his eyes fixed on his. the pale skin, the gray eyes, the sharp teeth and the wild hair made him see so strange, and at the same time so normal with the snow falling behind him. The Hessian did not made an effort in speaking, the Horseman simply grunted smoothly and moved his head enough so that Ichabod could see his pale neck, and He slipped a hand along the thick and horrible scar that was still around his strong neck, a simple and silent answer, the Hessian looked again at Ichabod, trying to hide his own pain and remorse.
" ...oh... " whispered Ichabod, and rested his head again in the neck and shoulder of the Hessian, doubtful and lazy.
Ichabod seemed a bit disapointed, but he didnt knew why himself, perhaps he was waiting for a diferent awnser, but, what kind of awnser? and why was he feeling so empty?
The Hessian bited one of the ears of Ichabod smoothly, knowing that it pleased him, and it would calm him enough. Ichabod looked at the snow falling softly, he closed his eyes and decided not to think about it anymore.
chapter XVI
the young man was sleeping allready, Daredevil puffed smoothly and the snow fell as soft as feathers, the Hessian pressed the beautiful boy's bleeding wound, he had lost more and more blood, anything good for such a young human.
the Hessian caressed - smoothly - the cheek of Ichabod , the young man woke up but he didn't opened his eyes, he had conscience of the meek touch at his face and neck, but he could accept it quietly in the darkness, he trembled a little though when feeling the dead man's cold lips on his neck.
Ichabod half-opened an eye and saw that the Hessian was thaking off one of his heavy leather gloves, his hand was enormous, much more biger than his, it was huge, and the skin was extremely pale, the long and thin fingers were as powerful as the rest of his hand and body, Ichabod seem confused, did why he feel so attracted by the Hessian?
The Hessian noticed that Ichabod was staring at him, but his face continued as serious as before.
the Horseman opened Ichabod´s shirt , leaving to the overdraft the deep wound -besides the provocative skin-, the Hessian leans a little and touches the wound, Ichabod shivered, the touch of the Hessian was burning as his sword was, he felt so strange, suddenly the wound stopped to bleed and Ichabod saw with fear and a terrible loathing how the Hessian licked the remaining blood of his fingers with absolute indulgence.
Ichabod fainted and this was starting to bother the horseman a little, although in fact he thought that it was adorable.
the hessian caressed the lips of Ichabod with his own, and they continued the trip.