[ If he does good enough- he'll be praised for it. A carrot dangled before them when they were young and weened off of needing earlier than most of them were prepared for. It made them desperate for approval, to do well, to get that feeling back.
Most masters didn't bother after branding it into their bones. Most Crows hide it.
Like this? Zevran cannot. He can only shiver and work down harder to take all that he can, to earn more of those soft words and steadying touches- a crackling mutter of Antivan coiled around a sigh as he finally drops down that lastbit to take in all of Bull.
Maker, it's too much- it's just enough- he shudders against Bull, panting through the instinctive clench of his overworked body. ]
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Most masters didn't bother after branding it into their bones. Most Crows hide it.
Like this? Zevran cannot. He can only shiver and work down harder to take all that he can, to earn more of those soft words and steadying touches- a crackling mutter of Antivan coiled around a sigh as he finally drops down that lastbit to take in all of Bull.
Maker, it's too much- it's just enough- he shudders against Bull, panting through the instinctive clench of his overworked body. ]