[ Zevran leans enough to make such eye contact possible, hand still combing idly through his hair. ]
I've adopted you, have I not? Young Alistair Arainai.
[ He snorts a laugh, looking past Alistair to the dog. Seeing him with his face tipped up and all that warm sentiment in his eyes- it is and isn't the same as the last person, pleading with him for the impossible.
Wrong voice, wrong race, wrong eyes. No tears, for one. ]
I'll need you to stick around if I mean to have or adopt children, Alistair.
As a brother. You aren't allowed to punish me or anything.
[ That's the difference, as far as he knows. And Zevran could probably kick him out of the room if he sounded like he meant it, which is the opposite of being grounded, but would be worse, and doesn't even really enter into his mind. He's smiling. Petted. He leans more heavily, and lays his head over against Zevran's leg so he can stop looking at him for the next bit. ]
You know Wardens and sticking around. Duty that can't be forsworn and so on. But you would be fine.
Older siblings punish the younger through mockery.
[ Which he can do and does often in subtle ways- enough to get Alistair to think or to poke back. It's an imperfect system but it works for them, anything else smacks of things they'd both rather avoid from their respective pasts.
It's almost easy- sitting here, watching him, petting his hair. He truly is a puppy. ]
Then we would have to follow you about. I am not raising a child on my own. You keep insisting upon it, should it ever come to pass? You are going to help whether you like it or not.
[ Zevran focuses on the pass of Alistair's hair through his hand, the first time he'd done this he'd been checking for a headwound. Found one, too. ]
With or without the child, Alistair- I will follow you when you've need of me. You know this.
[ He's a puppy, fine, but Zevran is sentimental and affectionate and kind and Alistair will fight him on that, nonviolently, with words and eyebrows and stuff, for as long as it takes. Later. When it's necessary. Right now he's going to sit here and let Doghren chew on his fingertips and let refuse to move until Zevran makes him.
On some level, underneath everything else, he's still thinking about Kieran. Slowly.
He sighs a little. It's not an unhappy sigh. ]
If you adopt a child, and you haven't fallen madly and monogamously in love with someone more useful than me, I'll ask for a permanent assignment somewhere. They'll give it to me.
[ That is better than he could ask for. It is not the villa by the coast he dreams of and strives for; but it is better than running all over the continent putting down Darkspawn activity. Not that he's tired of Darkspawn but-
he is so very tired of Darkspawn. Of worrying after Alistair. It would not be for long, should it ever come to pass- and perhaps a child would be the one thing to hold him back when the song rings true. Leaving would be selfish. ]
As I find you horribly useful that is going to be a hard bar to match.
Flatterer. [ It does sound nice, though. Alistair is good at what he does, and having what he does be of vital importance to the safety of the world is obviously—not a good thing, overall, but a good thing for his ego and its several volatile fault lines. It's nice to be necessary. But he isn't really a fighter by nature, only training. If he could be necessary in a quieter way, he wouldn't miss it much. If it meant Zevran would settle down and stop taunting assassins into sending whole groups of killers after him, even better.
They have to make sure the world doesn't end first, of course, but it's nice to think about. ]
I'm sure Doghren would love it up north, where it's warm, [ he says, only to provoke, because they're not keeping her forever, ] since she's so scrawny.
I speak the truth. No one else makes quite so fine a bedwarmer.
[ Lightly, gently- and honest. He's had enough partners in bed to know one from another- all save perhaps a Qunari fall short of Alistair's comforting sprawl. It is not so much the heat as the constant reminder that he is not alone, and that he is safe. Anyone that wished to come for him must first go through Alistair.
And now, Doghren.
His hand is light as it scritches at Alistair's nape, idl tracing the hair there. He's due a trim. ]
She is going to forget herself, eat something she shouldn't, and die.
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Date: 2016-02-01 01:10 am (UTC)I've adopted you, have I not? Young Alistair Arainai.
[ He snorts a laugh, looking past Alistair to the dog. Seeing him with his face tipped up and all that warm sentiment in his eyes- it is and isn't the same as the last person, pleading with him for the impossible.
Wrong voice, wrong race, wrong eyes. No tears, for one. ]
I'll need you to stick around if I mean to have or adopt children, Alistair.
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Date: 2016-02-01 02:57 am (UTC)[ That's the difference, as far as he knows. And Zevran could probably kick him out of the room if he sounded like he meant it, which is the opposite of being grounded, but would be worse, and doesn't even really enter into his mind. He's smiling. Petted. He leans more heavily, and lays his head over against Zevran's leg so he can stop looking at him for the next bit. ]
You know Wardens and sticking around. Duty that can't be forsworn and so on. But you would be fine.
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Date: 2016-02-01 03:09 am (UTC)[ Which he can do and does often in subtle ways- enough to get Alistair to think or to poke back. It's an imperfect system but it works for them, anything else smacks of things they'd both rather avoid from their respective pasts.
It's almost easy- sitting here, watching him, petting his hair. He truly is a puppy. ]
Then we would have to follow you about. I am not raising a child on my own. You keep insisting upon it, should it ever come to pass? You are going to help whether you like it or not.
[ Zevran focuses on the pass of Alistair's hair through his hand, the first time he'd done this he'd been checking for a headwound. Found one, too. ]
With or without the child, Alistair- I will follow you when you've need of me. You know this.
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Date: 2016-02-01 03:41 am (UTC)On some level, underneath everything else, he's still thinking about Kieran. Slowly.
He sighs a little. It's not an unhappy sigh. ]
If you adopt a child, and you haven't fallen madly and monogamously in love with someone more useful than me, I'll ask for a permanent assignment somewhere. They'll give it to me.
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Date: 2016-02-01 04:00 am (UTC)he is so very tired of Darkspawn. Of worrying after Alistair. It would not be for long, should it ever come to pass- and perhaps a child would be the one thing to hold him back when the song rings true. Leaving would be selfish. ]
As I find you horribly useful that is going to be a hard bar to match.
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Date: 2016-02-01 07:22 am (UTC)They have to make sure the world doesn't end first, of course, but it's nice to think about. ]
I'm sure Doghren would love it up north, where it's warm, [ he says, only to provoke, because they're not keeping her forever, ] since she's so scrawny.
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Date: 2016-02-01 07:28 am (UTC)[ Lightly, gently- and honest. He's had enough partners in bed to know one from another- all save perhaps a Qunari fall short of Alistair's comforting sprawl. It is not so much the heat as the constant reminder that he is not alone, and that he is safe. Anyone that wished to come for him must first go through Alistair.
And now, Doghren.
His hand is light as it scritches at Alistair's nape, idl tracing the hair there. He's due a trim. ]
She is going to forget herself, eat something she shouldn't, and die.