Measles The Beginning

[Magdeburg]

Title: A Dream
Author: taurie_2020
Series: Magdeburg (Book II: The Heretic)
Rating: R
Characters: Jean-Jacques Donatien, Chevalier de la Deveraux, Christian Wilhelm, Prince von Hohenzollern, Leopold Klein
Thanks, as always in ewyn that supervises and corrects ^ ^



Jean collapsed alongside Christian, panting. Sated. Met.
Prince von Hohezollern turned his head rested on his shoulder, pulling sheets and blankets to cover both.
Jean smiled, letting his hand through his dark hair Christian, stopping on his neck just to lure him closer to him.
The light in the room was waning, as they fire turned into ashes, but Jean, could still see innumerable white wires that had appeared between the hair of her lover.
"Jean?".
"... your hair ... I looked at the signs of your concerns ...."
Christian laughed bitterly: "Nothing remains intact in the Eternal War.."
Jean closed her eyes. There was nothing to argue, and again, his mind went back to Leopold Klein and his long road traveled. If only he could go with him to protect him, but his movements were determined by his Lord, a man who had better not fight, do not disappoint, a man ... ... that ... Richelieu
Jean-Jacques Donatien, Chevalier de la Deveraux, fell asleep, and dreamed of Leopold Klein.

were in that room, the flame of the fire was burning high, to illuminate their naked bodies, the leather loop that secured the symbol of fire to his neck. Leo was sitting on his lap, stroking her face and her hair in silence, he seemed almost to smile. He seemed to feel the warmth of his palms against the side burn and see his face, the same as the first time: large blue eyes, brown hair, thin, refined features. His left hand had traveled all over the side, to reach the neck, and pull the hair weave toward you. He just wanted a kiss. Leo
resisted, he shook his head, the same smile on his lips and muttered: "One day ... maybe if we meet again ...."

Knight sighed, opening my eyes. The pale light penetrated by narrow slits, the light of the northern skies.
watched for a moment the closed eyelids of Christian. The calm breath, then rose slowly to not wake him.
His voice, did not surprise him at all.
"You go like a thief Jean?".
"No - he sighed - or maybe yes ... forgive me. I do not have the courage to look at you and know that I can take you away .... "
The Prince laughed bitterly: "I have my duties."
"I know, but ...."
still do not have the courage to look into his eyes.
"Who is it?".
Who's who? ".
"Who taught you the nostalgia? Jean-Jacques I knew I would not have made such qualms, knew only his duty. "At these words
looked into his eyes, but said nothing, but now he must really leave.


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smoke blotted out the stars of the military camps. Besides all this, the walls black as the bottom of a cave. Surmounted other guns, other fires.
final image of Magdeburg, a city of blind virgin.
Jean-Jacques Donatien de la Deveraux Knight, an emissary of the Crown of France, only took that picture in mind. He turned his back on everything else.
Alan D. Altieri, La Furia