Alistair- [ Muffled, faintly, by pillow and thumb- A man with large hands and an elf with a slim face? There will be mouth touching. Accidental mouth touching that usually would end in a nip or a lick or whatever would make Alistair screw his face up like a child and mumble about grossness-
And such reprisal is forthcoming save for the clatter of beads. ]
What is this on your wrist, mm?
[ It was not there when he'd left and Alistair is not one to create such things himself. ]
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. ]
[ 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. ]
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And such reprisal is forthcoming save for the clatter of beads. ]
What is this on your wrist, mm?
[ It was not there when he'd left and Alistair is not one to create such things himself. ]
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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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The blushing, now- the falling asleep on her? THAT is something. Zevran snorts a soft laugh, reaching over to pat Alistair on the cheek. ]
You are the prettiest princess in Skyhold, this is true. So, tell me. Are you no longer wooless? Is there wooing going on behind my back?
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[ 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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[ He manages a low, wry crackle of laughter, softly dropping his hand back down to rest against Lucci's curls. ]
No wonder you asked me for help ten years ago.
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[ Wooless. Honestly. ]
I'm falling asleep now, [ he announces, which isn't a lie. ]
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[ And more familiar, honestly. In the middle of all this- he needs the familiar.
Something about having Alistair around makes dozing with Lucci seem less strange, less stressful. ]