[Digesting this slowly and carefully, and silent a moment longer than he means to be, he finally shakes his head softly in wryly amused disbelief.
Value and approval. These are things he had sought so long from a ruthless creature with no love in his blackened heart, wasting what little faith he had had on Lord Dracula one day surprising him. Recognizing his devotions. Favouring him. Perhaps even regarding him as a second son. Hah. He had been a fool, allowing himself to be duped by his own desperate sense of hope and by the belief that he was far more important to Dracula beyond the uses of his own powers. Zevran's answer elicits a lone chuckle through his nose.]
You have always had a tongue for pretty words. Be wary that one does not cut it out one day, in hopes of finding silver.
[As his mind lingers on his own words, he’s eventually reminded of the vow he had voiced in Katniss’ midst.]
…That reminds me. [He fixes him a look, his smile cooling.] Where might that dagger of yours be, seeing as it is no longer in your heart?
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Value and approval. These are things he had sought so long from a ruthless creature with no love in his blackened heart, wasting what little faith he had had on Lord Dracula one day surprising him. Recognizing his devotions. Favouring him. Perhaps even regarding him as a second son. Hah. He had been a fool, allowing himself to be duped by his own desperate sense of hope and by the belief that he was far more important to Dracula beyond the uses of his own powers. Zevran's answer elicits a lone chuckle through his nose.]
You have always had a tongue for pretty words. Be wary that one does not cut it out one day, in hopes of finding silver.
[As his mind lingers on his own words, he’s eventually reminded of the vow he had voiced in Katniss’ midst.]
…That reminds me. [He fixes him a look, his smile cooling.] Where might that dagger of yours be, seeing as it is no longer in your heart?