IC INBOX for FADE RIFT

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Gavin has a little box stuffed full of notes. Feel free to stuff one in there, if you like, or come say hi.

 

The notes may just be all doodles. 

just saying.

 

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[ombranera]

"To be honest? No. Things are comfortable as they are- pushing for more it...it does not end well for nobles and elves. How you and Maxwell have managed I will admit I envy- but..." Michel was Orlesian. That changed everything. "He lingers, as of late. There is something in his eyes that seems familiar to me."

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"You say that like you believe that things between Maxwell and I will somehow end well," He said softly, offering a sympathetic smile. "I think the difference is only... that even though I know it won't, I - want it anyway. For whatever time I can. I know it isn't forever."

He wasn't sure that Maxwell knew that, but that was beside the point. Gavin would be there as long as he could.

"I think you know perfectly well what he's feeling, and what he wants," Gavin reminded him. "He has feelings for you. Of course he wants more."

[ombranera]

"You don't seem to have many of the issues I would in this. Perhaps it leaves me optimistic." Maxwell was kind and Gavin adoring- how could it not be good for at least a little while?

Hope was not something he often held, but there were scraps to be found here.

"I- I do not know that I return them. Or if I could- it is complicated."

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"You don't think you can?" Gavin asked, his eyes twitching a little as he frowned.

He pressed his head against Zevran's and idly played with the ends of his hair between his fingers.

"If you don't feel the same way, that is one thing, but... why do you not think you could?"

[ombranera]

"He is a reminder of everyone that has used me in the past, to put it kindly. I cannot look at him and see past that. He is more than that as well but- those shadows linger." It was difficult to divorce the two. "I can share a bed with him happily- but love him in the way he might wish..."

Zevran shook his head, nosing into Gavin's shoulder. "I could not."

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He was silent for a little while, fingers moving to carefully rub into Zevran's scalp, in slow, even circles.

"... Then if he presses the issue, that's what you must tell him," he said quietly. "There's no way to... fix it, Zevran. If he has feelings that you don't, that's just... how things are."

[ombranera]

"He would not wish to continue what we have- something I have noticed in him is a stupid stripe of nobility that is as endearing as it is troubling." No one was that chivalrous. It was impossible. "I am content how we are. Must things change?"

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"Everything changes eventually." His voice was oddly quiet when he said that, his gaze fixated somewhere far away. "If you are content but he is not, it's not really fair to force him to stay. Just as it wouldn't be fair for him to force you to change."

[ombranera]

"I would not. I merely know that conversation is on the horizon and would rather avoid it." He sighed, tipping his face up to peer at Gavin for a moment. "...is all well, with you and Max?"