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rowancrowned) wrote2015-03-22 06:02 pm
rowancrowned) wrote2015-03-22 06:02 pm
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Perhaps we would have been caught. Perhaps circumstance would have forced you into your title and I would have only been your 'special friend'. Perhaps Iorveth might have tumbled from a rift first. There are infinite possibilities, but I am satisfied with this one.
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( a hundred moments, and this one; the way that it has played out, but it hasn't played out, they've not ended up anywhere, they're still...happening. going. doing. love as verb. the stillness is comforting, but most of all in counterpoint—how far they've come. how far they've still to go.
with iorveth, hopefully. but the two of them, always.
archly: )
It'll do. You know—
That's what you wanted, wasn't it? What you said. Just quietly move in and make no fuss about it.
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Perhaps I will still have their love. They all know where my loyalties lie.
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( to wit: fuck the dalish, they certainly all seem to be gagging for it. )
Do we even have any Dalish here with a leg to stand on, criticizing your choice of lovers?
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Beleth, [ he says. ] Sorrelean. Nahariel.
[ his favorites, clearly. ]
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( patented gwenaëlle 'i might know something you don't' baudin mock superiority tone. )
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Then the clan will die out, for there will be no elflings. All the elves of that generations will have left, or taken lovers that will lead to only elfblooded children.
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( it is the best of all possible answers to that, of the things she might have said, which doesn't make it a good answer or a conversation useful to have. she extricates herself from his arms with a half-hearted pat of his shoulder that isn't entirely without sympathy, but—
that's a hard thing to muster sympathy for. she should unpack. or start cleaning up these flowers, since one of them actually has to sleep in this room while he's away. )
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( after a moment's pause, sweeping an armload of flowers from their places, )
Nahariel didn't sound to me like someone in the throes of rebellion. Unless, of course, you intend to say that feelings for humans are naturally less and like to fade.
( in all fairness: if she believed he might mean that, she'd never say it out loud. this is a fishing expedition for affection. )
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I do not doubt her, I doubt whatever fool she placed her heart in the care of, for I would trust no Man with the care of it and I would know if it was a Rifter.
[ because she needs it: ]
I will love you for the rest of time.
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I don't know who she was talking about, she didn't say. You might have a point.
( men are garbage. )