【战锤40k同人作品翻译】Ennui 第十️二章：呼吸 Breath(12)
Alessandra was blessed with very human curves, wide hips, strong legs, and broad shoulders from carrying another body’s weight of armor for cycles at a time. Her arms had the definition and power necessary to brace a Bolter firing on automatic by main force if necessary, but there was a softness to the muscle that spoke of her youth.
I don’t know why, but I found myself staring at her much as she had stared at me when we were bathing. I hadn’t found her nearly so physically engaging then. Emotionally, yes… her flavor was something I was still trying to place, but what I felt now was purely physical.
The way the too-small dress hugged her form, and how she was curled up asleep and clutching a pillow to her chest made it difficult to compare her to the warrioress who had out-charged an Ork Nob whilst screaming and firing her Bolter. She looked… vulnerable, more than just something I could kill, but something else. Something that set a light in the deep places of my chest that I hadn’t felt in better than a thousand years.
I… wanted to protect her.
Alessandra let out a soft cry, and I almost leapt in place at the sudden sound. It was sharp, like a cry of pain, and in an instant my hand had a white-knuckled grip on the haft of razorflail.
I don’t know why, but I found myself staring at her much as she had stared at me when we were bathing. I hadn’t found her nearly so physically engaging then. Emotionally, yes… her flavor was something I was still trying to place, but what I felt now was purely physical.
The way the too-small dress hugged her form, and how she was curled up asleep and clutching a pillow to her chest made it difficult to compare her to the warrioress who had out-charged an Ork Nob whilst screaming and firing her Bolter. She looked… vulnerable, more than just something I could kill, but something else. Something that set a light in the deep places of my chest that I hadn’t felt in better than a thousand years.
I… wanted to protect her.
Alessandra let out a soft cry, and I almost leapt in place at the sudden sound. It was sharp, like a cry of pain, and in an instant my hand had a white-knuckled grip on the haft of razorflail.
佐助知道鸣人得了呼吸症
