[ He tugs Alistair's hair gently to chide him. Smart ass. Why does he care for this impossible human again? The light brush of his fingers against Lucci's nose is reminder enough. Gentle in his clumsiness, honor in his pragmatism. Large and careful and terrible in turns but- His.
The first friend he chose right back.
Family, brother. Zevran does not bother painting on a smile or hiding the weary weight to his shoulders, the shadow in his eye. ]
I find myself thinking of the future often, now. Of legacy. Of how it damns or blesses those based upon the smallest of details. Of how the weight of your father's life and death has shaped yours; how Morrigan's mother crafted her into something she might not have ever wished. He was to be a prince, our Luciano. Simply because he is no longer in Antiva does not make this less so- and it would be a thing for the tales would it not? Years later a dashing rogue comes to claim his rightful place. Builds his own legacy.
We need you. If there is a cure? I would have you attempt it. But- if you would choose to remain a Grey Warden...I wound understand. I would hate it and hate you for a time for it is foolishness of the highest order to seek your death in those terrible caves and Lucci would be told bedtime stories of how his favorite uncle was an idiot of the highest caliber for ignoring the opportunity to live-
But. I would understand. What you do is important. It only now occurs to me that I might leave behind a line that would endure until the next Blight.
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Date: 2016-09-11 08:04 pm (UTC)The first friend he chose right back.
Family, brother. Zevran does not bother painting on a smile or hiding the weary weight to his shoulders, the shadow in his eye. ]
I find myself thinking of the future often, now. Of legacy. Of how it damns or blesses those based upon the smallest of details. Of how the weight of your father's life and death has shaped yours; how Morrigan's mother crafted her into something she might not have ever wished. He was to be a prince, our Luciano. Simply because he is no longer in Antiva does not make this less so- and it would be a thing for the tales would it not? Years later a dashing rogue comes to claim his rightful place. Builds his own legacy.
We need you. If there is a cure? I would have you attempt it. But- if you would choose to remain a Grey Warden...I wound understand. I would hate it and hate you for a time for it is foolishness of the highest order to seek your death in those terrible caves and Lucci would be told bedtime stories of how his favorite uncle was an idiot of the highest caliber for ignoring the opportunity to live-
But. I would understand. What you do is important. It only now occurs to me that I might leave behind a line that would endure until the next Blight.