He'd made an attempt to roll himself over that went nowhere- maybe a little more than five to come down, settle back into his skin. Scraps of him were coming back and not one of them were useful as any kind of mask- leaving the surprise at Bull's consideration, his kindness somewhat naked on his face.
He did this for his lovers, true- and he didn't think less of anyone that did not do the same for him; it simply wasn't what was done. You had Zevran, you set him aside and moved on with your day. He handled himself. ]
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He'd made an attempt to roll himself over that went nowhere- maybe a little more than five to come down, settle back into his skin. Scraps of him were coming back and not one of them were useful as any kind of mask- leaving the surprise at Bull's consideration, his kindness somewhat naked on his face.
He did this for his lovers, true- and he didn't think less of anyone that did not do the same for him; it simply wasn't what was done. You had Zevran, you set him aside and moved on with your day. He handled himself. ]
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