Fine, if you must. But your hands had best be warm.
[ He lounges next to Alistair, slinging his feet into his lap- laying back on the bed to stare at the stones above them rather than Alistair proper when he makes mention of this.
He doesn't want to see the face. ]
We were in the Deep Roads at the time. A glenlock came in at my right quicker than I could see. You took a blow to your ribs and were laid low long enough to be vulnerable. I killed the darkspawn and when I offered you a hand up, you said "Maker's Breath, are you ok Zev?"
[ He sounds like someone trying to sound like they're making a face, and also someone trying to remember one single day a very long time ago. In the meantime he grasps around for blankets to toss over Zevran so he doesn't freeze while Alistair makes good on the foot thing.
He does remember it, he realizes—marked in his memory not as they day he decided that Zev was his friend, that was earlier, but as the first time he got angry with Jonas. Cousland. For bringing people who could be corrupted into the Deep Roads and charging ahead instead of guarding them.
He shoves Cousland back out of his head and focuses on Zevran's feet. ]
I think I spent a few weeks wondering if I was allowed to or not. I tried it on Wynne, first—have you seen Zev, all casual. I wanted to see if she would look at me funny. Annnd she did.
[ Probably because his attempt to sound casual made him sound like he was up to something. Or maybe like he had a crush. It is odd and completely bewildering how people keep coming to that sort of conclusion about them, Alistair thinks, while lounging shirtlessly on Zevran's bed and rubbing his feet. ]
The Fifth of Guardian is pretty soon. Can I tell other people?
...is that why she cornered me to ask if I'd slipped past her in the night?
[ All stern eyes and thin frowns, glowering at him for having the audacity to seduce the young templar and bastard prince. It'd be something from terrible romance stories, to be certain, and much as he had made a few attempts? He'd stopped by the in favor of courting Wynne's favor.
Apparently he hadn't been paying enough attention. ]
If you must. I cannot think of any reason why you might.
[ He arches his feet in Alistair's hands, sighing quietly. ]
She asked— [ He needs a second to put one and one together, but then he snorts, grinning, and gives Zevran's toes a full-handed squeeze strong enough to pop any joints that are in need of it. ] I miss her. [ Genuine, subdued; he brightens quickly, though, to add, ] No one ever defends my virtue anymore.
[ As for Zevran's birthday—Alistair only grins, willing to let him be a skeptic if he wants to be. For now. One last gentle dig of his thumbs into his arches, then Alistair lets go of his feet and clambers and flops to lie alongside him. ]
I'm sorry I woke you up.
[ He isn't sorry, and he doesn't sound it. He sounds pleased with himself. But the arm he holds out to invite Zevran to re-nestle is a little apologetic, sort of. ]
She did. She lectured me. [ About the proper treatment of young wardens and young men and how dare he attempt to take advantage. The idea was somewhat laughable now; even if it drags up the same ache. A more familiar, less painful one is popped and rolled out by Alistair's hands and Zevran sighs with relief- he hadn't even known he needed that. ] I miss her as well. I still have that scarf.
[ Hung over the back of a chair, carefully tended to, worn under his armor to prevent it from being cut. Still.
happier thoughts, happier times. He rolls easily into Alistair's side, nosing along his shoulder until he found his comfortable nook. ]
No you aren't. You are ridiculous and focus on ridiculous things.
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[ He lounges next to Alistair, slinging his feet into his lap- laying back on the bed to stare at the stones above them rather than Alistair proper when he makes mention of this.
He doesn't want to see the face. ]
We were in the Deep Roads at the time. A glenlock came in at my right quicker than I could see. You took a blow to your ribs and were laid low long enough to be vulnerable. I killed the darkspawn and when I offered you a hand up, you said "Maker's Breath, are you ok Zev?"
..it was the first time you called me that.
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[ He sounds like someone trying to sound like they're making a face, and also someone trying to remember one single day a very long time ago. In the meantime he grasps around for blankets to toss over Zevran so he doesn't freeze while Alistair makes good on the foot thing.
He does remember it, he realizes—marked in his memory not as they day he decided that Zev was his friend, that was earlier, but as the first time he got angry with Jonas. Cousland. For bringing people who could be corrupted into the Deep Roads and charging ahead instead of guarding them.
He shoves Cousland back out of his head and focuses on Zevran's feet. ]
I think I spent a few weeks wondering if I was allowed to or not. I tried it on Wynne, first—have you seen Zev, all casual. I wanted to see if she would look at me funny. Annnd she did.
[ Probably because his attempt to sound casual made him sound like he was up to something. Or maybe like he had a crush. It is odd and completely bewildering how people keep coming to that sort of conclusion about them, Alistair thinks, while lounging shirtlessly on Zevran's bed and rubbing his feet. ]
The Fifth of Guardian is pretty soon. Can I tell other people?
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[ All stern eyes and thin frowns, glowering at him for having the audacity to seduce the young templar and bastard prince. It'd be something from terrible romance stories, to be certain, and much as he had made a few attempts? He'd stopped by the in favor of courting Wynne's favor.
Apparently he hadn't been paying enough attention. ]
If you must. I cannot think of any reason why you might.
[ He arches his feet in Alistair's hands, sighing quietly. ]
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[ As for Zevran's birthday—Alistair only grins, willing to let him be a skeptic if he wants to be. For now. One last gentle dig of his thumbs into his arches, then Alistair lets go of his feet and clambers and flops to lie alongside him. ]
I'm sorry I woke you up.
[ He isn't sorry, and he doesn't sound it. He sounds pleased with himself. But the arm he holds out to invite Zevran to re-nestle is a little apologetic, sort of. ]
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[ Hung over the back of a chair, carefully tended to, worn under his armor to prevent it from being cut. Still.
happier thoughts, happier times. He rolls easily into Alistair's side, nosing along his shoulder until he found his comfortable nook. ]
No you aren't. You are ridiculous and focus on ridiculous things.