"Conceptually, and I understand romance quite well as it would make a poor Antivan of me indeed to not." Love in truth, the romantic sort, the possessive sort- he'd known it once and it nearly killed him. He has scraps it of now he clings to with terrified hands.
Hands that attempt to steady the sudden lean of Luciano to grasp for Leliana's fingers, a child's laugh twisting a fond smile out of Zevran.
"...The timing of this conversation is suspect. Have you spoken to, say, Alistair or Anders in the past few weeks? This is not the precise situation I have been wrestling with myself, but the themes are similar." Perhaps she'd listened in. "Let me ask you this, then. Do you see the closeness of Alistair and I, for example, to be less sincere for where it was born?"
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Date: 2016-05-11 06:26 am (UTC)Hands that attempt to steady the sudden lean of Luciano to grasp for Leliana's fingers, a child's laugh twisting a fond smile out of Zevran.
"...The timing of this conversation is suspect. Have you spoken to, say, Alistair or Anders in the past few weeks? This is not the precise situation I have been wrestling with myself, but the themes are similar." Perhaps she'd listened in. "Let me ask you this, then. Do you see the closeness of Alistair and I, for example, to be less sincere for where it was born?"