[ For a moment Bastien’s quiet, about that. Not bothered, precisely. But confronted by how unlikely a thing it is, in the context of history and bloodlines and the whole of the noble class, for Byerly to have turned out the way he did. How fucking weird and wonderful it is that he’s the person Bastien trusts most in the world instead of among those he trusts the least.
He expresses that thought with a firm, probably-cryptic kiss on By’s cheek.
Then, dryly: ] Probably to them it was just another Wednesday.
[ Chevaliers suck. ]
But it is possible. He could have been Tevinter, too—how would we know? How can we ever know, when strangers come?
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Date: 2021-11-18 04:23 pm (UTC)He expresses that thought with a firm, probably-cryptic kiss on By’s cheek.
Then, dryly: ] Probably to them it was just another Wednesday.
[ Chevaliers suck. ]
But it is possible. He could have been Tevinter, too—how would we know? How can we ever know, when strangers come?