antivanleather: (little old me)
Zevran Arainai ([personal profile] antivanleather) wrote 2013-11-24 07:40 am (UTC)

Moca Mio. and Argento Mio.

[More shards flit into place and he dares. Weary and hollow as he is he dares to look over, to curl his fingers in Eugene's. He's uncertain of his welcome but more than willing to try. If it's permitted he tugs that hand up to his mouth, brushing his lips against the back of it.]

Ma'arlath, ma'nen, ma'vhenan, ma'arla.

[He remembered that night. The earrings. The promise.]

Of course I remember Jack. He kicks off the pillows, bites my shoulder, hangs upon you like a limpet and- loves you. With everything in him. It is a wonder to see.

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