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Alistair ([personal profile] byblow) wrote in [personal profile] ombranera 2015-12-14 06:29 pm (UTC)

[ Let's take a moment to fully appreciate that a master assassin and one-man scourge of the Antivan Crows is pinning and viciously attacking a large and occasionally formidable Grey Warden, yet there is a zero percent chance that anyone is going to be hurt. #friendship.

To that end, mindful of his own strength and of the recent needling of Zevran's skin, Alistair doesn't put up much of a fight outside of useless attempts to bat the elf's quicker hands away. During a brief moment of self-control he manages a full sentence--I am thirty-one years old Zevran--but otherwise he's all spluttering until the onslaught stops.

He tries to scowl while he catches his breath, with mixed results, and then gives up entirely. ]


I know, [ he says, less coolly than Han Solo. He did know. Of course he'd have been too embarrassed to bring it up, and Zevran wouldn't have told him about Rinna--not now, at least, probably--so the whole crushing sense of despair and impending loss wasn't a total waste.

He props up on his elbows without dislodging Zevran's grip on his shoulders. ]
And you better know I love you back, even if I'm not as good at presents. [ He isn't sure he said before. ]

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