...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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Date: 2016-01-18 08:34 am (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2016-01-26 07:17 am (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2016-01-26 07:23 am (UTC)[ 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.