It is not something I would say in jest, Owen. Never.
[ He lifts his gaze up again, meeting Owen's and offering a soft smile. ]
You tell me to save my talk for someone better but the best person I can see is already before me. We are both flawed, that I will not pretend otherwise, but, please, do not act as though that makes you lesser or undeserving of love, because it doesn't. It never did, nor ever will.
[ Now that he's started, Fandaniel can't find it in himself to stop. Of course, of course! He loves Owen, what else could this be? It cuts through the pain far better than any healing spell does (no, actually, it does not) and simply being in his presence is almost unbearably warming, quite the opposite of what Owen happens to be feeling, unfortunately. ]
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[ He lifts his gaze up again, meeting Owen's and offering a soft smile. ]
You tell me to save my talk for someone better but the best person I can see is already before me. We are both flawed, that I will not pretend otherwise, but, please, do not act as though that makes you lesser or undeserving of love, because it doesn't. It never did, nor ever will.
[ Now that he's started, Fandaniel can't find it in himself to stop. Of course, of course! He loves Owen, what else could this be? It cuts through the pain far better than any healing spell does (no, actually, it does not) and simply being in his presence is almost unbearably warming, quite the opposite of what Owen happens to be feeling, unfortunately. ]