[ Being kissed surprises but doesn't shock him; his face scrunches up childishly, but he's still grinning. He doesn't try to move out of reach. But then while Zevran is laughing, Alistair's face only turns more serious, his smile more subdued. A little overwhelmed. He'd gotten used to the idea of dying, and whatever possibilities may exist, the song is snaking its way through his consciousness even now. It's Zevran's relief, not Kaidan's theories, that make him feel like he could actually survive it.
And, by the same token, like he has to. Like he'll be letting someone down if he doesn't. It was easier having it out of his hands, in a way.
Regardless, he brightens at the hair ruffling (still not a puppy) and ducks his head to one side in a halfhearted and ineffective attempt to escape it. ] Yes, of course, it was all a ruse. [ He's too old and tired for faked maniacal laughter, but he flops back to lie on the bed, legs still hanging off of it, and gestures expansively with one hand. He's gesturing at his invisible evil plan. ] I'm not even really running from the Wardens. I just wanted to hear you say you loved me.
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Date: 2015-12-14 07:07 am (UTC)And, by the same token, like he has to. Like he'll be letting someone down if he doesn't. It was easier having it out of his hands, in a way.
Regardless, he brightens at the hair ruffling (still not a puppy) and ducks his head to one side in a halfhearted and ineffective attempt to escape it. ] Yes, of course, it was all a ruse. [ He's too old and tired for faked maniacal laughter, but he flops back to lie on the bed, legs still hanging off of it, and gestures expansively with one hand. He's gesturing at his invisible evil plan. ] I'm not even really running from the Wardens. I just wanted to hear you say you loved me.