Uncertain Dreams (слэш)

Wordlessly Orsino steps forward and sags against Garrett’s broad chest, offering a sigh of relief and exhaustion. It’s more difficult now than ever. It gets harder to see the glints of hope scattered amid all this misery. Garrett is one of them, bright like a wisp in the Fade.
He knows he won’t need to bear this all alone. He has allies everywhere, for the mages, for the cause, for liberty and rights.
None of those allies are for him. If they could, they would prefer to follow a First Enchanter who was not an elf. He knows this, and feels an uncaring sort of disdain for the fact. He is what he is; nothing can be done about that.
Garrett loves what he is.
It’s nice and soothing and a sorely needed comfort. Love can’t be undervalued.