[ Was he holding his breath? He's not quite sure, in the wake of her response - he doesn't recall having done so - but he does feel in his lungs the faint ache of coming up for air after a bit too long underwater. ]
Would I were farther. Whenever I'm in Ferelden, or corresponding with our nobility, I can never just be Byerly, that rake and scoundrel. I must also be, son of the grotesque and pitiable. If I must be despised, I wish I could be despised merely for myself.
[ There. That sounded good. Wry and arch. Nothing of the strange twist that the phrase little boy leaves in his head. The urge to correct her and tell her that he'd never been anything of the sort. ]
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Date: 2022-07-05 01:53 pm (UTC)Would I were farther. Whenever I'm in Ferelden, or corresponding with our nobility, I can never just be Byerly, that rake and scoundrel. I must also be, son of the grotesque and pitiable. If I must be despised, I wish I could be despised merely for myself.
[ There. That sounded good. Wry and arch. Nothing of the strange twist that the phrase little boy leaves in his head. The urge to correct her and tell her that he'd never been anything of the sort. ]
So. Truth for truth.