[Not until he has to list the names out loud, feel the weight of each love on his tongue. Not until he sees the reaction another person gives him, the blinking or the wide eyes or furrowed brows.]
[Still the question is... Dimitri starts to twist the inkbrush in his hand, trying to do this calligraphy business still, before he goes to put it back in its place. Best to not make any further mess, honestly, especially since he doesn't want to waste papere.]
It can be... complex. Straining, at times, for emotions are so very complicated, and the hearts which bear them are so fragile. How can we all stay happy, and yet not feel unfaithful.
But... [His thumb sweeps over the knuckle of his other hand.] Oh, I would not trade it for anything in the world.
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[Not until he has to list the names out loud, feel the weight of each love on his tongue. Not until he sees the reaction another person gives him, the blinking or the wide eyes or furrowed brows.]
[Still the question is... Dimitri starts to twist the inkbrush in his hand, trying to do this calligraphy business still, before he goes to put it back in its place. Best to not make any further mess, honestly, especially since he doesn't want to waste papere.]
It can be... complex. Straining, at times, for emotions are so very complicated, and the hearts which bear them are so fragile. How can we all stay happy, and yet not feel unfaithful.
But... [His thumb sweeps over the knuckle of his other hand.] Oh, I would not trade it for anything in the world.