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Chapter Eight - The Great and the Small

“You were thinking of him, weren’t you?”

Maeve sighed, wondering if she was always so obvious. “What makes you believe that?”

“Because he’s the only one you can’t talk about,” Enith replied, her voice distant, but not unkind. It was understanding that she’d brought with her, not confrontation. “You can talk with the others about missing the library and your books and even that little slope, but once you mention a man, everything changes. People stop being sympathetic. Now they’re just curious, and suddenly all your pain becomes a game to them.”

Chapter Eight - The Great and the Small

“You were thinking of him, weren’t you?”

Maeve sighed, wondering if she was always so obvious. “What makes you believe that?”

“Because he’s the only one you can’t talk about,” Enith replied, her voice distant, but not unkind. It was understanding that she’d brought with her, not confrontation. “You can talk with the others about missing the library and your books and even that little slope, but once you mention a man, everything changes. People stop being sympathetic. Now they’re just curious, and suddenly all your pain becomes a game to them.”

hasty swing.

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I love his armour. I love his hair. I love his beard. I love the salt and pepper. I love his nose. I love his teeth. I love his eyes. I love the way he speaks. I love the way he tosses his head back like he has hair cascading down his back.

I LOVE EVERYTHING AND THEY TOOK HIM AWAY!

~MOTION~

GODS. This man is gorgeous.

(and a guest appearance by Maekar!)