turbootaku:“I… would like to give it to you, as a token of affection.” His face felt hot as he held
turbootaku: “I… would like to give it to you, as a token of affection.” His face felt hot as he held it out to her, his heart beating hard. Zevran had never given anyone a gift before. He wanted her to accept it. It meant so much to him, she meant so much to him. The earring belonged with her, and she with him; it was perfect. “¿Lo aceptas?” Will you accept this? An excerpt from my story Cousland is Alive. Read more on Ao3 or fanfiction.net Commissioned art done by @withoutafuss Zevran Arainai and OC Nyla Cousland. -- source link