[ Something his face does often, and something that never fails to make Zevran feel slightly guilty for showing him how many ways in which the world might disappoint him. Zevran reaches up to pat his cheek ]
None of the fearsome scowling. It is long past, yes?
[ Over and done and all the better to be put behind him-
then suddenly Alistair's arms were about him. Inked skin against cotton and it may get a little blood on Alistair's shirt but it wouldn't bother him. He snorts a soft laugh and sighs, leaning into it. The embrace is comfortable- and terribly warm.
Humming under his breath he presses his nose against the skin peeking out at the collar of Alistair's shirt. ]
Mmm...no. I think I am comfortable here. You are so warm and soft, after all.
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Date: 2015-12-21 04:04 am (UTC)None of the fearsome scowling. It is long past, yes?
[ Over and done and all the better to be put behind him-
then suddenly Alistair's arms were about him. Inked skin against cotton and it may get a little blood on Alistair's shirt but it wouldn't bother him. He snorts a soft laugh and sighs, leaning into it. The embrace is comfortable- and terribly warm.
Humming under his breath he presses his nose against the skin peeking out at the collar of Alistair's shirt. ]
Mmm...no. I think I am comfortable here. You are so warm and soft, after all.