[ He knows he is far from sleep himself and yet it is a comfort to be in her space within this moment; she's so quiet, so calm, that he can't but help feel his racing mind slow at least a little bit in the presence of that mood. ]
I told Sylvie that love is a dagger. She didn't like my metaphor, [ he says, and there's a hint of a laugh in that admission, ] but I don't think I was wrong.
[ It's different, he thinks, because he was prepared to love Sylvie without reciprocation. Does, perhaps.
Mm.
Does. She isn't here. Somewhere, she's continued on without him, as she should. There's a good chance she never will be in Thedas, and if she were to appear, he's not sure that would be better or worse for her. But Alexandrie is here, in this world he's trapped in for all intents and purposes, prepared to love him due to the nature of Thedas itself and the law of variables, perhaps. He's not sure which, if either. ]
It feels like such a risk. [ He exhales through his nose in a noise not unlike a laugh. ] I've had nightmares where your husband comes back for you. Amongst other things.
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I told Sylvie that love is a dagger. She didn't like my metaphor, [ he says, and there's a hint of a laugh in that admission, ] but I don't think I was wrong.
[ It's different, he thinks, because he was prepared to love Sylvie without reciprocation. Does, perhaps.
Mm.
Does. She isn't here. Somewhere, she's continued on without him, as she should. There's a good chance she never will be in Thedas, and if she were to appear, he's not sure that would be better or worse for her. But Alexandrie is here, in this world he's trapped in for all intents and purposes, prepared to love him due to the nature of Thedas itself and the law of variables, perhaps. He's not sure which, if either. ]
It feels like such a risk. [ He exhales through his nose in a noise not unlike a laugh. ] I've had nightmares where your husband comes back for you. Amongst other things.