[ For a moment there is that same twist in Zevran's chest- an echo of longing in his smile. A wistful sort of jealousy for something that he truly will not have. He can want it- he knows that now. Wanting it does nothing.
But it is not something he himself shall ever have.
The ache for such a sense of wholeness and certainty is staggering- but it passes. He is skilled in repressing such emotions. ]
I am happy for you both. Who knew your challenge would bear such wonderful fruit?
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But it is not something he himself shall ever have.
The ache for such a sense of wholeness and certainty is staggering- but it passes. He is skilled in repressing such emotions. ]
I am happy for you both. Who knew your challenge would bear such wonderful fruit?