The ride back to the encampment is silent. Conferring with his Inner Circle is spent mostly congratulating them for work well done, reassuring them that all is well, and avoiding Dorian and Bull. Hiding with Sera on the rooftop and talking about cookies seems to do some of the work for him.
Halamsiral calls and he- cannot be bothered with it. It is not his affair, he doesn't care, let them kill one another- but spending time in the frozen mess that is the Emprise does sooth his ire somewhat. Innocent people are dying, how terrible, how sad, it is the way of the world. Demons wandering about, now. He supposes that is his business. Little by little the bone deep resentment simmers and cools, hardening into something like resolve.
The day after they run into a deliciously handsome and charming Chevalier Zevran makes it obvious Alistair is welcome in his tent- not that Dorian or The Bull seem to have anything to say. He has finally convinced them of their relationship not being in such a way.
Which, of course, gives him leave to strip out of grimy clothes without a thought to Alistair's eyes as he marvels out loud, again, about how prettily that Chevalier blushed. "Skin as fair as his? He likely goes rosy from nose to mid thigh. What I would not give to see that."
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Date: 2016-07-10 05:02 am (UTC)Halamsiral calls and he- cannot be bothered with it. It is not his affair, he doesn't care, let them kill one another- but spending time in the frozen mess that is the Emprise does sooth his ire somewhat. Innocent people are dying, how terrible, how sad, it is the way of the world. Demons wandering about, now. He supposes that is his business. Little by little the bone deep resentment simmers and cools, hardening into something like resolve.
The day after they run into a deliciously handsome and charming Chevalier Zevran makes it obvious Alistair is welcome in his tent- not that Dorian or The Bull seem to have anything to say. He has finally convinced them of their relationship not being in such a way.
Which, of course, gives him leave to strip out of grimy clothes without a thought to Alistair's eyes as he marvels out loud, again, about how prettily that Chevalier blushed. "Skin as fair as his? He likely goes rosy from nose to mid thigh. What I would not give to see that."