Hannah-Mary placed her hand gently onto Francis’s knee whilst he was deep in prayer. He kept his eyes half open, fixed down at the ground, as she held it there. Ever so slightly her fingers crawled towards his thigh, that was thinly covered only by the coarse wool of his tunic. His manhood sprang into being, and the prayers he had silently announced were swiftly truncated.
The angels looking on, were abandoned with their waiting arms now empty.
Mary found hope in this, when in fact there really was none. At nineteen she was still very simple in her perspectives about men and their core motivations.
His eyes searched for hers, wanting to reach out to her with great seriousness - knowing that this dialogue had been a long time coming.
Francis drew a breath and inched back, saying “Hannah dear, we cannot marry - and I will not take you as a concubine.”
Tears splashed down her face. It was far more than mere rejection that stung her - for she had loved Francis ever since he had delivered her from the attackers on the mountain that they now lived upon.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
The angels looking on, were abandoned with their waiting arms now empty.
Mary found hope in this, when in fact there really was none. At nineteen she was still very simple in her perspectives about men and their core motivations.
His eyes searched for hers, wanting to reach out to her with great seriousness - knowing that this dialogue had been a long time coming.
Francis drew a breath and inched back, saying “Hannah dear, we cannot marry - and I will not take you as a concubine.”
Tears splashed down her face. It was far more than mere rejection that stung her - for she had loved Francis ever since he had delivered her from the attackers on the mountain that they now lived upon.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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