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 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.