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[ombranera]

I will write back as soon as possible.

Regards, Zevran

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[ombranera]

[ Oh ho, what's this? The drawling and the face smooshing, nothing new.

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?

[byblow]

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.

[ombranera]

The Weather. That poor girl.

[ 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.

[byblow]

And you weren't helpful.

[ Wooless. Honestly. ]

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

[ombranera]

Well...no. This is more funny.

[ 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. ]