[ You do realize, Zevran says, and Alistair's face does a thing that it does pretty often: it tries valiantly to look knowing and unsurprised, and fails. He focuses too much on smoothing out the line that appears between his eyebrows and forgets not to clench his jaw.
So that would be a no. He thought Zevran just liked shiny things.
But it was a long time ago, and his face smooths out--genuinely, without effort--into a faint, warm smile, which is all the warning he gives Zevran before sitting the rest of the way up and giving him a proper hug. The hug is careful of his freshly inked spots, but otherwise unabashed, bare skin and all. ]
You're getting soft, [ he says. It isn't an insult. ] But I was always soft, so you have a long way to go if you want to catch up. Now get off of me. [ He hasn't let go yet; he does now, as an afterthought. ]
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Date: 2015-12-20 11:04 am (UTC)So that would be a no. He thought Zevran just liked shiny things.
But it was a long time ago, and his face smooths out--genuinely, without effort--into a faint, warm smile, which is all the warning he gives Zevran before sitting the rest of the way up and giving him a proper hug. The hug is careful of his freshly inked spots, but otherwise unabashed, bare skin and all. ]
You're getting soft, [ he says. It isn't an insult. ] But I was always soft, so you have a long way to go if you want to catch up. Now get off of me. [ He hasn't let go yet; he does now, as an afterthought. ]