[ His own chest aches, even while it sings for the moment. It's bittersweet, the sensation; admitting himself that it's happening again, that he's found someone. There is no replacing the past, but rather, only embracing the future.
He's sure Shavera is smiling.
Metaari strokes his thumb across Merrick's cheek, captured by that small hand, and he smiles. ]
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Date: 2016-05-16 04:31 am (UTC)He's sure Shavera is smiling.
Metaari strokes his thumb across Merrick's cheek, captured by that small hand, and he smiles. ]
Ar lath ma, Merrick.