With the dagger set aside and Zevran's other arm looking closer to the right color, Alistair is free to slide a hand to the back of Zevran's head and hold him in place. "I'd miss you," he says.
He knows that isn't worth much. He tries to think of something that is and ducks his head down, nose against Zevran's hair.
"If you just hold on and survive this, I'll go with you," he says. "After we've seen to Corypheus. I can't before then, but afterwards--anywhere you want. If the Wardens won't call it an assignment, I'll walk away. I'm too handsome for them to kill." Too well-known, more seriously. A decade, and he hasn't asked for any special treatment or thrown his considerable weight around for anything. He could throw it into this. He adjusts to nudge Zevran with his nose, a chin up gesture. "I'll swear it. But you do have to promise let me have a dog."
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Date: 2016-07-10 02:12 am (UTC)He knows that isn't worth much. He tries to think of something that is and ducks his head down, nose against Zevran's hair.
"If you just hold on and survive this, I'll go with you," he says. "After we've seen to Corypheus. I can't before then, but afterwards--anywhere you want. If the Wardens won't call it an assignment, I'll walk away. I'm too handsome for them to kill." Too well-known, more seriously. A decade, and he hasn't asked for any special treatment or thrown his considerable weight around for anything. He could throw it into this. He adjusts to nudge Zevran with his nose, a chin up gesture. "I'll swear it. But you do have to promise let me have a dog."