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degrepski
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He held her to him, simply remembering.
It was on the third night she came to him. She'd climbed into his window, and he'd been waiting. They were getting bolder, eager to be with each other.
When she entered, he'd met her, pulling her into his arms, and kissing her passionately.
"I got something for you," he said.
"I bet you do," she replied, playfully, trying to maneuver him to his bed.
"A moment, please," he laughed. "You're insatiable!"
She'd laughed with him, their voices low to avoid detection. That's when he'd pulled out the necklace.
It was simple, just a creation of the village children that he'd seen and it reminded him of her. He'd paid the child three times it's worth, so thankful he was to have a gift for his love. It was a simple thing of smooth, polished stones and feathers. Great care had been taken to make it more than just a "pretty", and the stones held runes that the child's mother had sworn was some ancient language, a ward against evil.
But it had reminded him of her. It had reminded him that she was beautiful, wild, and free.
And it was the only thing she wore as they made love.
Tears pricked his eyes at the memory. "Oh, my Nadya..." he whispered. "My sweet Nadya."
He looked at the necklace. "I think that this might be what kept her here. If we bury this..." He focused on her eyes. "I think her spirit will finally be free of this place of evil."
It was on the third night she came to him. She'd climbed into his window, and he'd been waiting. They were getting bolder, eager to be with each other.
When she entered, he'd met her, pulling her into his arms, and kissing her passionately.
"I got something for you," he said.
"I bet you do," she replied, playfully, trying to maneuver him to his bed.
"A moment, please," he laughed. "You're insatiable!"
She'd laughed with him, their voices low to avoid detection. That's when he'd pulled out the necklace.
It was simple, just a creation of the village children that he'd seen and it reminded him of her. He'd paid the child three times it's worth, so thankful he was to have a gift for his love. It was a simple thing of smooth, polished stones and feathers. Great care had been taken to make it more than just a "pretty", and the stones held runes that the child's mother had sworn was some ancient language, a ward against evil.
But it had reminded him of her. It had reminded him that she was beautiful, wild, and free.
And it was the only thing she wore as they made love.
Tears pricked his eyes at the memory. "Oh, my Nadya..." he whispered. "My sweet Nadya."
He looked at the necklace. "I think that this might be what kept her here. If we bury this..." He focused on her eyes. "I think her spirit will finally be free of this place of evil."