antivanleather: (srsface)
Zevran Arainai ([personal profile] antivanleather) wrote 2013-11-24 04:42 am (UTC)

Jack is not mine to speak to.

[No more than Eugene is now. No more than anyone is to a man unwed. He had said those things on the beach, done everything he could to make it special. He had put a hole in his ear for these men, had given up the one thing he had that he held dear. He had stood on the shore and spoken every kind and hopeful thought he'd had in him to give. He had cracked himself wide open and laid out every last shred of himself for Eugene and this man found him wanting.

You can't love nothing, Zev.

He'd been told that once. Apparently you could. He had. These men had pretended to do much the same for however long. Men do not love elves.

Bards do not love assassins.

He had been foolish to ever assume something like that could ever change. Crows do not have hearts to break.

So this pain is nothing more than the same hallow ache he's felt since he woke in that dungeon. Nothing more. He feels nothing.

And he is nothing.

The Masters had been right.]


He is and ever has been, and ever shall be yours. You speak to him. Enjoy your home and your life, Ser Woods. Call me if you find youself in need of my services.

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