[ there's no dramatic oh of realization, no audibly shocked breath. ness thinks of gwenaëlle, and her mother's portrait in the houseboat. thinks of the child of two worlds, belonging in neither.
that quiet despair and fellow feeling colors her voice. ]
It seems so lonely. [ living with people who have every reason to hold you at arm's length. looking your closest kin in the eyes and realizing you don't really look all that much like them. you might as well have sprung from the earth fully formed, for all you have anything to anchor you to a people, a place, a home.
at least in ness' case, here, it's true. cedric shouldn't have to know what that feels like.
who did he have to teach him to shave his face? ]
In Faerûn, being half—it never mattered much to me. Vazeiros didn't care about teaching me his culture, and I never knew my mother to learn about hers. Now that I'm here... I'm in mourning, it feels like. For myself. The me I was, or that I didn't have the chance to be.
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[ there's no dramatic oh of realization, no audibly shocked breath. ness thinks of gwenaëlle, and her mother's portrait in the houseboat. thinks of the child of two worlds, belonging in neither.
that quiet despair and fellow feeling colors her voice. ]
It seems so lonely. [ living with people who have every reason to hold you at arm's length. looking your closest kin in the eyes and realizing you don't really look all that much like them. you might as well have sprung from the earth fully formed, for all you have anything to anchor you to a people, a place, a home.
at least in ness' case, here, it's true. cedric shouldn't have to know what that feels like.
who did he have to teach him to shave his face? ]
In Faerûn, being half—it never mattered much to me. Vazeiros didn't care about teaching me his culture, and I never knew my mother to learn about hers. Now that I'm here... I'm in mourning, it feels like. For myself. The me I was, or that I didn't have the chance to be.
Do you... know what I mean?