[ He knows a thing or two about embodying the role until it's second nature, until you forget you're going through the motions. It's certainly an appealing picture, and only bound to become moreso.
There's no praise forthcoming this time, but one massive hand does press against his back, centered at the curve of his spine. It's a steady pressure, lingering there for a time. ]
Breathe.
[ It's a point of focus for now, nothing more. They haven't gotten to anything too intense yet, but it's good to establish that point to return to, should they need it. And once he feels the swell of breath under his palm he moves to continue, drawing back one of Zevran's wrists. Then the other. They're slender, almost too delicate for an assassin, and he could hold them in one hand all too easily.
Instead, that rope circles his wrist, twists into a knot, and doubles back. Firm, but not tight enough to hurt. He could do these knots in his sleep, but he remains attentive, that gray eye fixed on Zevran for his reaction. ]
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Date: 2015-12-26 03:36 am (UTC)There's no praise forthcoming this time, but one massive hand does press against his back, centered at the curve of his spine. It's a steady pressure, lingering there for a time. ]
Breathe.
[ It's a point of focus for now, nothing more. They haven't gotten to anything too intense yet, but it's good to establish that point to return to, should they need it. And once he feels the swell of breath under his palm he moves to continue, drawing back one of Zevran's wrists. Then the other. They're slender, almost too delicate for an assassin, and he could hold them in one hand all too easily.
Instead, that rope circles his wrist, twists into a knot, and doubles back. Firm, but not tight enough to hurt. He could do these knots in his sleep, but he remains attentive, that gray eye fixed on Zevran for his reaction. ]