Anael smiled, genuinely, and squeezed Alcuin's hand. "Thank you, Alcuin." Then again, people had been in love with him. But while he had loved them back, each and every one of them, he had never been in love with them too. But there was no need to burden Alcuin with this, especially since Anael would not be able to explain it all. "That sounds like a bit of poetry."
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Date: 2014-10-08 12:00 am (UTC)