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[toujours_nigel]

“And so the boy.”

 

“Yes.” Oh come, there’s no flaw in it.

 

“No spawn of mine.” No, there’s no danger in his eyes.

 

“I know.”

 

“Do you?”

 

“Oh, aye.” You think I’d have touched him, were he yours?

 

“A very beautiful boy.”

 

“Too old to be yours.”

 

“Fifteen. And I’m rising thirty-one.”

 

“And at sixteen you were at Mieza, and with me.”

 

“There was a girl my mother sent. He could be mine.” No, Alexander.

 

“No. He is not.”

 

“He could be.”

 

“I care not.”

 

“Perhaps you should.”

 

“Even were he yours…” Though my heart would break…

 

“It would work.”

Lysander!verse; other snippets can be found here.