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Zevran Arainai ([personal profile] ombranera) wrote2015-10-14 02:45 am

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I will write back as soon as possible.

Regards, Zevran
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[personal profile] byblow 2016-06-16 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't call him that, [ Alistair rumbles without moving—not too chastising, more whine than command. Already smitten. Slightly projecting. ] Say unexpected. Or surprise.
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[personal profile] byblow 2016-06-16 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Mmm.

[ Alistair cracks open his eyes to evaluate the baby, then the bed. He probably shouldn't stay; he isn't supposed to be here without cause. But maybe Lucci counts as cause. Surely Seeker Pentaghast would understand.

He lays the baby down in the middle of the bed (he's not an idiot, completely), carefully. He tries to be careful stretching out alongside him, too, but he's big and slightly clumsy and it only does so much good. Plus he pauses to put his boots in Zevran's lap, just for a moment, joking, before pulling his legs up to arrange them behind him instead so he can lie on his side and stare, sleepy-eyed, at the baby, who doesn't have to move to be adorable. ]


So little, [ he murmurs, still stuck on it. ]
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[personal profile] byblow 2016-06-16 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alistair makes a vague noise and wiggles his feet, first in half-hearted protest and then to assist in his boots' removal. Once they're off he protests more directly by sticking his clammy sweat-damp socks on whatever bit of Zevran's arms or chest he manages to reach.

That'll teach him to be indulgent. ]
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[personal profile] byblow 2016-06-16 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alistair shoots Zevran a wounded, bewildered look, not unlike a dog that's been ignored upon bringing a stick to play and doesn't understand whyyy, but it's immediately banished and replaced with a smile of the genuine, bright, non-smirky variety. He isn't often good at things, but he's pretty sure he can do uncle. Fun Uncle. ]

Maybe he'll appreciate my jokes.
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[personal profile] byblow 2016-06-17 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
Mean. Your father is very mean, Lucci.

[ Lucci, being asleep, doesn't respond. Alistair puts one (relatively massive) hand on his belly, as if to hold him in place, and shuts his eyes. He's an increasingly dead weight himself. ]

And he needs to stop drawing and get some rest while he can.
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[personal profile] byblow 2016-06-21 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Good, [ Alistair says, vaguely—it isn't actually good, probably definitely not good for Zevran, but he can't stay here forever. He probably won't manage to sleep through Lucci crying. Maybe.

He takes his hand off the baby's chest to feel blindly for Zevran's face instead, eyes still shut, and clumsily pats his cheek—his forehead, first, and then his jaw, a new strip of leather and wooden beads around his wrist (courtesy of Sabine, don't ask, he'll be a dork) clacking a little in the process, but eventually his cheek. It's an I missed you pat. ]
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[personal profile] byblow 2016-06-21 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ I SAID NOT TO ASK.

But Alistair cracks an eye open, just a bit, as if he has to check and see what Zevran is referring to, and sleepily drawls, very casually, as if he isn't blushing at all— ]
Punishment for falling asleep on Sabine. [ Not really. Probably not really. He hasn't quizzed her about her intent. ] But the joke is on her. It makes me feel pretty.

[ He smushes Zevran's cheek up toward his eye. That's his punishment. ]
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[personal profile] byblow 2016-06-21 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Maker.

[ With as much feeling as he can muster while being half-dead. He lets go of Zevran's face to rescue his own from indignity. There's a difference between I missed you pats and aww pats. Aww pats get batted away. ]

We were only talking. Mainly about the weather.
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[personal profile] byblow 2016-06-21 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
And you weren't helpful.

[ Wooless. Honestly. ]

I'm falling asleep now, [ he announces, which isn't a lie. ]