Three:
Mo haale maar, my hero gone
World of star become world of bone
Grief and pain and loss I know
My heart is sore, my blood-tears flow
To end my sorrow I must roam
My terrors old, they lead me home.
Elizabeth Haydon
Yes, he had kissed her. And yes, there was something there. And yes, he knew who she was going back to; she couldn't help herself. Underneath it all, she really was somewhat shallow, Achmed reflected. Not that he minded; she still had kissed him.
He was always waiting for her, always standing behind her, supporting her throughout, loving her unconditionally, although he knew he could never say those words to her. He had said them once, to another, so long ago, and when he'd tried to heal her…
Child of Blood, indeed.
Best not to imagine Rhapsody in that aspect, he thought. It was enough to fail one woman. He couldn't imagine Rhapsody dying. And yet, she had made it clear that she did not wish to live forever.
It was time to change her mind.
"I wish Rhapsody were here," he said miserably, relieved Grunthor wasn't there to mock him for saying it.
He touched his lips, running his tongue over them, savoring the cinnamon spice taste of her.
He wished he could tell her.
Set in Destiny, obviously. A favorite moment by all Achmed/Rhapsody fans is the kiss scene--we know which one. not that I don't want Achmed for myself...heehee...I just can't write OC's for this series very well.