Drabblememe, Chalion, for ladyvyola

[jamjar]

He was standing in the garden when he felt the god's presence for the third time in his life. Behind him, of course, and strong arms around him that were, oh, too familiar for pain.

"I thought you'd left me," he said. "You took your touch from me and left me blind."

"And now I'm touching you again." The Bastard's hand wondered low. "I like to keep my hands on my prize jewels," he said, matching action to words.

Umegat laughed "I think I had forgotten how low your humour goes, so involved was I in your great works."

"Then I suppose I must remind you of my tastes," the Bastard said. Nimble fingers danced along Umegat's skin.

"You are a cruel lover." Umegat leaned back into the arms of his god with a groan. "You leave me abandoned at your whim. Bereft of all comforts."

"Not all of them." The god's breath was warm against his ear, his hands warmer still. "Ah, beloved and lovely, I am the best of lovers. I may leave you hungry, but never unsatisfied."

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[ladyvyola.livejournal.com]

Just took a break from packing for my trip to York, England, tomorrow and found this lovely --

::adores::

The voices are perfect -- Umegat, the Bastard, and Lois.

[jamjar.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

It was hard to pick a god and saint, because they all rock. I *need* the next book to be out.