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[inagutterson]

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Note: I work Mon-Fri and I'm basically away 11 hours a day but I do tags in gdocs and I try to do a round a night. Timezone is GMT.

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[elegiaque]

I think that that might be so. I think that what love is, it's taking every terrible part of yourself - every weak thing, every soft place - and fashioning of it a knife, and handing it to someone and saying: you won't hurt me, will you?

They often do. But I don't think he will.

( A little laugh; )

I've never planned for either.

[inagutterson]

[That--

Well that's quite frankly rude and uncalled for, strikes right into soft, raw places that Yngvi wasn't expecting to be struck (which fair enough is her getting a message across to him pretty damn effectively right there since he loves her, and she can say that to him, and she doesn't know yet what's been going on with him or why he's kept his mouth shut so much) so he coughs after an intake of breath.

Holds the sending crystal tight enough it hurts.]

You don't get to plan for a lot of things though, even when you do I mean look how much goes tits up. [Orzammar. All of tha went wrong it wasn't meant to go that way, and he doesn't-- he can't.] I'll tidy up behind me for when you're coming back then.

[elegiaque]

( quiet, warm, decisive: )

I've missed you.

[inagutterson]

[After everything of late, he's smiling.]

You too. I'll tell you when you're back, I had things to sort. Nick me some corpse perfume and I'll tell you all about it.