[ His voice cracks on the second syllable, rough around a sob. It's good- just enough tension in his hair to keep him aware but nowhere near enough to remind him of other hands that have done this to hurt and meant it. Here he's safe- as though he can forget with the deep rumble of Bull's voice thinking for him, worrying for him.
All he must do is exist and obey.
For someone that's fought so hard to be free, it's oddly liberating.
Zevran jerks at the crook of those fingers, body clenching tight for a moment against the slick burn before it eases into something good. ]
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[ His voice cracks on the second syllable, rough around a sob. It's good- just enough tension in his hair to keep him aware but nowhere near enough to remind him of other hands that have done this to hurt and meant it. Here he's safe- as though he can forget with the deep rumble of Bull's voice thinking for him, worrying for him.
All he must do is exist and obey.
For someone that's fought so hard to be free, it's oddly liberating.
Zevran jerks at the crook of those fingers, body clenching tight for a moment against the slick burn before it eases into something good. ]