[ The tension Merrick had been holding in his body seems to leave it all at once, to the point where he's practically leaning his weight against Metaari's hand. His eyes are closed, as if he's afraid he's dreaming and will wake at any moment.
Merrick never speaks Elvhen. He's sure if he tried it now, it would just sound strange to his own ears. That, and he doesn't want to steal away something Metaari had with Shavera. He's not her-- he'll never be her, even if he tries to measure up. So he asks again. ]
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Date: 2016-05-16 06:16 am (UTC)Merrick never speaks Elvhen. He's sure if he tried it now, it would just sound strange to his own ears. That, and he doesn't want to steal away something Metaari had with Shavera. He's not her-- he'll never be her, even if he tries to measure up. So he asks again. ]
The other way now.