[ Just- putting that out there. No amount of warning can prepare someone for Fereldan lamb stew.
Ever.
Zevran burrows closer into Alistair's chest as though such a thing were even possible, eyes drifting closed. Only a few months, they had this, and he knew one day it would end for something or another. He simply wasn't prepared to be a little responsible for it. ]
I have killed more people than him. I've killed more chantry sisters than him. He was simply efficient about it.
What? They haven't lived until they've tasted Ferelden cooking. Or tried to taste it. You can't really taste the tasteless. But you can make an effort, for the story.
[ He knows. He doesn't see what the fuss is about—food is food, and he would rather eat gray-brown slop than anything that makes him wheeze and cry, food is not supposed to make you cry—but he does know. ]
Efficient, conspicuous, and possessed. [ And Zevran's death toll doesn't sit well with Alistair, either, all banter aside. It's a thing he sets aside, doesn't think about, makes excuses for—love is hypocritical. He feels discomfited and then he feels like a jerk for being discomfited. He turns his head to talk against Zevran's temple in unspoken apology for unspoken feelings. ] And you're more likable.
It is an experience, and one I would spare them. They have endured enough.
[ Easy to tease. Easy to joke about even when there's a part of him that missed it the ten years past- parts of him that will miss it when he's in the valley.
Not his tongue, of course, or his stomach but- parts. ]
I am not certain he had much of a choice in the matter, considering who he is possessed by. It does not seem like it was with Wynne. [ The conversation, however brief, had been proof enough of that. ] How so? We have similar senses of humor, he is similarly attractive though human and a mage whereas I am elven and an assassin.
Uhh, no. You're much more handsome. His stubble is odd and his nose is nearly as bad as mine. [ That doesn't even begin to approach being true. ] And he's sort of preachy sometimes, which is meant to be my job. I voted to keep him though, I'm not—
[ He's not actually suggesting they murder Anders to appease the Inquisition. He just hadn't realized he'd be losing Leliana's goodwill, his permission to see Kieran, his weird homey arrangement with Zevran, and his blasted dog in the bargain. If he's pushed any further he's going to invent country music for Thedas and everyone will be sorry. ]
I'm only tired. He's safe with us. Relatively, anyway.
[ Regal, one might say, but he knows better. They've only just made up after all. ]
...I will give you that. 'Mage rights', 'just and unjust', it is so exhausting. Doghren and I will come to visit and if you think you can sneak up when the dreams are bad- there will be room in the bed for you.
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[ Just- putting that out there. No amount of warning can prepare someone for Fereldan lamb stew.
Ever.
Zevran burrows closer into Alistair's chest as though such a thing were even possible, eyes drifting closed. Only a few months, they had this, and he knew one day it would end for something or another. He simply wasn't prepared to be a little responsible for it. ]
I have killed more people than him. I've killed more chantry sisters than him. He was simply efficient about it.
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[ He knows. He doesn't see what the fuss is about—food is food, and he would rather eat gray-brown slop than anything that makes him wheeze and cry, food is not supposed to make you cry—but he does know. ]
Efficient, conspicuous, and possessed. [ And Zevran's death toll doesn't sit well with Alistair, either, all banter aside. It's a thing he sets aside, doesn't think about, makes excuses for—love is hypocritical. He feels discomfited and then he feels like a jerk for being discomfited. He turns his head to talk against Zevran's temple in unspoken apology for unspoken feelings. ] And you're more likable.
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[ Easy to tease. Easy to joke about even when there's a part of him that missed it the ten years past- parts of him that will miss it when he's in the valley.
Not his tongue, of course, or his stomach but- parts. ]
I am not certain he had much of a choice in the matter, considering who he is possessed by. It does not seem like it was with Wynne. [ The conversation, however brief, had been proof enough of that. ] How so? We have similar senses of humor, he is similarly attractive though human and a mage whereas I am elven and an assassin.
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[ He's not actually suggesting they murder Anders to appease the Inquisition. He just hadn't realized he'd be losing Leliana's goodwill, his permission to see Kieran, his weird homey arrangement with Zevran, and his blasted dog in the bargain. If he's pushed any further he's going to invent country music for Thedas and everyone will be sorry. ]
I'm only tired. He's safe with us. Relatively, anyway.
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[ Regal, one might say, but he knows better. They've only just made up after all. ]
...I will give you that. 'Mage rights', 'just and unjust', it is so exhausting. Doghren and I will come to visit and if you think you can sneak up when the dreams are bad- there will be room in the bed for you.