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[ombranera]

I will write back as soon as possible.

Regards, Zevran

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[pinprick]

[Nathaniel knows exactly what Zevran is talking about. The jealousy. But jealousy isn't some insurmountable force, or even that big a deal. Moreover:]

This was...actually my idea. [Nathaniel blushes a bit.] I wanted it, I spoke with him about it...yes, he is mine, but that also means I'm so proud of it that I...rather want to show him off, if that makes any sense. It's such a beautiful thing we have that I want you to...see. And feel.

[ombranera]

[ Zevran quirks a brow at Nathaniel- he has never heard of anything quite like that where it was all even and healthy and kind and good- and that is with elves and humans in the mix. Throw in two humans and-

It sounds fake, but ok. ]

I reserve the right to remove myself from the situation should I feel things are becoming...unbalanced.

[pinprick]

I wouldn't have it any other way. My word is 'broodmother,' Anders' is 'templar.' Yours?

[ombranera]

[ With all due seriousness, and no little grimacing at the mention of broodmothers, Zevran says simply: ]

Oghren.

[pinprick]

[Nathaniel breaks into a grin, a wheezing laugh coming out before he coughs and forces himself into stoicism.] Of course. That would do it.

[ombranera]

What, and 'broodmother' would not? I still have nightmares. [ He shudders. ]

[pinprick]

That's the point.