chapter update
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idk, i think this is chapter 8? It is long and all one POV and also it is the wedding, so. this story is now earning the hell out of its Explicit rating, so do be advised. This chapter also features a truly horrifying proportion of run-on sentences and chains of comma-punctuated subclauses, and it’s not fixable, so just ride it out if you can. It’s uh a stylistic choice, ok.
A Joyous Union, on AO3, chapter oh, actually it’s 9. see, it’s good that AO3 counts things for me. Chapter 9 of A Complete Education.
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He tilted his head to look up at her a little bit, and it was absurd how beautiful he was, with his great silver-bright eyes in his slate-dark face and his fine sharp features and cheekbones to cut glass with. “I am the Hobgoblin,” he said miserably, “Edrehasivar Half-Tongue, a misbegotten blot of a thing, but we must make do with what we have.”
“Don’t speak so of my husband,” Csethiro said, masking her real anger at whoever had put those words into his mouth under a pretend indignation. “Or I shall have to duel thee, cur, who speaks so– must I fight thee, for thy uncouth words?”
His eyes had shuttered, a little, at her first exclamation– she had not masked her real anger well enough, and he had seen it– but she had curled the last question into an obvious flirty joke, and he looked warily almost-amused. “I am not much of a fighter,” he said.
“Then thou hadst better stop thy mouth,” she said. “I did not bring a dueling-sword to bed but I will not hesitate regardless.”
“What wouldst thou duel with, in bed?” he mused.
“Fear not,” Csethiro said, “I am very resourceful, when it comes to trouble.” She gathered her courage, and took advantage of his loosened grip to pull her nightshirt up by the hem and remove it entirely, discarding it. Now she was completely naked, and he was at eye level with her breasts, which she was rapidly beginning to appreciate as the weapons of distraction that they were. “There,” she said, and boldly gave herself a little shake. “They aren’t anyone’s philosophical ideal of perfection but they are right here, which I expect makes up for many shortcomings.”
Maia had nothing to say to that; he gazed at them in a kind of wonderment, and after a moment she took his hand in hers and put it against her breast, since he wasn’t going to think to do it on his own. “Oh,” he said, as if surprised, but then he brought his other hand up, too, caressing over her back, and she had always read descriptions of heroines overmastered by simple touches but they hadn’t conveyed how good it felt just to be touched, someone’s hand open and gentle and curious.
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idk, i think this is chapter 8? It is long and all one POV and also it is the wedding, so. this story is now earning the hell out of its Explicit rating, so do be advised. This chapter also features a truly horrifying proportion of run-on sentences and chains of comma-punctuated subclauses, and it’s not fixable, so just ride it out if you can. It’s uh a stylistic choice, ok.
A Joyous Union, on AO3, chapter oh, actually it’s 9. see, it’s good that AO3 counts things for me. Chapter 9 of A Complete Education.
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He tilted his head to look up at her a little bit, and it was absurd how beautiful he was, with his great silver-bright eyes in his slate-dark face and his fine sharp features and cheekbones to cut glass with. “I am the Hobgoblin,” he said miserably, “Edrehasivar Half-Tongue, a misbegotten blot of a thing, but we must make do with what we have.”
“Don’t speak so of my husband,” Csethiro said, masking her real anger at whoever had put those words into his mouth under a pretend indignation. “Or I shall have to duel thee, cur, who speaks so– must I fight thee, for thy uncouth words?”
His eyes had shuttered, a little, at her first exclamation– she had not masked her real anger well enough, and he had seen it– but she had curled the last question into an obvious flirty joke, and he looked warily almost-amused. “I am not much of a fighter,” he said.
“Then thou hadst better stop thy mouth,” she said. “I did not bring a dueling-sword to bed but I will not hesitate regardless.”
“What wouldst thou duel with, in bed?” he mused.
“Fear not,” Csethiro said, “I am very resourceful, when it comes to trouble.” She gathered her courage, and took advantage of his loosened grip to pull her nightshirt up by the hem and remove it entirely, discarding it. Now she was completely naked, and he was at eye level with her breasts, which she was rapidly beginning to appreciate as the weapons of distraction that they were. “There,” she said, and boldly gave herself a little shake. “They aren’t anyone’s philosophical ideal of perfection but they are right here, which I expect makes up for many shortcomings.”
Maia had nothing to say to that; he gazed at them in a kind of wonderment, and after a moment she took his hand in hers and put it against her breast, since he wasn’t going to think to do it on his own. “Oh,” he said, as if surprised, but then he brought his other hand up, too, caressing over her back, and she had always read descriptions of heroines overmastered by simple touches but they hadn’t conveyed how good it felt just to be touched, someone’s hand open and gentle and curious.
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