He wanted to convince her to not go, to stay here or better yet, to leave town rather than prepare for the upcoming war. He didn’t want her hands to be stained with blood. They were far too delicate to wield any weapon. They were healing hands, not fighting ones. He would willingly stain his hands for her sake. He would dye himself in blood but he wouldn’t let even one drop of it fall on her clear white soul.
My favorite part of the story so far. Beautifully written. :)
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Date: 2008-03-04 01:40 pm (UTC)My favorite part of the story so far. Beautifully written. :)