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A Caress Of Twilight :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"I, like you, aunt, have had better things to do than sleep."
She touched the full skirt of her ball dress. "Yes, another party." She didn't look happy about it.
I wanted to ask if the party had not gone to her liking, but didn't dare. It was too personal a question to ask the queen, and she was too easily offended.
She took a deep breath that made the front of her gown shift, almost as if it wasn't tight enough around her body, a bustier without a boost. If you weren't too well endowed, you could wear those gowns that seemed to just float around your body. For me, it would have been an embarrassment waiting to happen. Nudity on purpose is very different from falling out of your dress by accident.
She turned those dramatic eyes to us. The unhappy look changed, narrowed, to one I knew all too well. Malice.
"You're bleeding, my Darkness."
I glanced down at Doyle and realized he was still mostly on his side, turned toward me, which gave her a view of his back and the fingernail marks on his dark skin.
"Yes, my queen," he said in his perfectly neutral, perfectly careful voice.
"Who has harmed my Darkness?" But her eyes were already on me, and it was a very unfriendly gaze.
"I do not see it as harm, my Queen," Doyle said.
Her eyes nicked down to him, then back to me. "You've been a busy girl, Meredith."
I pushed up from Doyle, so that I was more or less sitting upright. "I thought you wished me to be a very busy girl, Aunt Andais."
"I don't know if I've seen your bare breasts before, Meredith. They are a little large for a sidhe, but very nice." Her eyes didn't hold lust, or kindness, only a dangerous light. All that she'd said so far could be mistaken for politeness. She'd never seen my breasts bare, so she should compliment them; but only if I was trying to be attractive, which I was not. I just happened to have no clothes on. I did not feel the least bit luscious around my aunt, and there was more to it than just being heterosexual, much more.
"And you, my Darkness, it's been so many centuries since I saw you nude that I can't remember. Is there some reason you have your back to me? Is there some reason you hide yourself from my sight? Is there some. . aberration that I don't remember that spoils all that darkness?"
She was within her rights to compliment him, but asking if he was deformed, demanding he flaunt himself to her, that was impolite. If it had been almost anyone else, I'd have told her to go to hell.
"I, like you, aunt, have had better things to do than sleep."
She touched the full skirt of her ball dress. "Yes, another party." She didn't look happy about it.
I wanted to ask if the party had not gone to her liking, but didn't dare. It was too personal a question to ask the queen, and she was too easily offended.
She took a deep breath that made the front of her gown shift, almost as if it wasn't tight enough around her body, a bustier without a boost. If you weren't too well endowed, you could wear those gowns that seemed to just float around your body. For me, it would have been an embarrassment waiting to happen. Nudity on purpose is very different from falling out of your dress by accident.
She turned those dramatic eyes to us. The unhappy look changed, narrowed, to one I knew all too well. Malice.
"You're bleeding, my Darkness."
I glanced down at Doyle and realized he was still mostly on his side, turned toward me, which gave her a view of his back and the fingernail marks on his dark skin.
"Yes, my queen," he said in his perfectly neutral, perfectly careful voice.
"Who has harmed my Darkness?" But her eyes were already on me, and it was a very unfriendly gaze.
"I do not see it as harm, my Queen," Doyle said.
Her eyes nicked down to him, then back to me. "You've been a busy girl, Meredith."
I pushed up from Doyle, so that I was more or less sitting upright. "I thought you wished me to be a very busy girl, Aunt Andais."
"I don't know if I've seen your bare breasts before, Meredith. They are a little large for a sidhe, but very nice." Her eyes didn't hold lust, or kindness, only a dangerous light. All that she'd said so far could be mistaken for politeness. She'd never seen my breasts bare, so she should compliment them; but only if I was trying to be attractive, which I was not. I just happened to have no clothes on. I did not feel the least bit luscious around my aunt, and there was more to it than just being heterosexual, much more.
"And you, my Darkness, it's been so many centuries since I saw you nude that I can't remember. Is there some reason you have your back to me? Is there some reason you hide yourself from my sight? Is there some. . aberration that I don't remember that spoils all that darkness?"
She was within her rights to compliment him, but asking if he was deformed, demanding he flaunt himself to her, that was impolite. If it had been almost anyone else, I'd have told her to go to hell.