Date: 2016-07-11 07:41 am (UTC)
ombranera: (So you say)
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"Don't make that face." It is not a familiar one- but there is a sad bend to his eyebrows that Zevran knows to be something like pouting but not the usual overblown childish gestures they both tease one another with. No this is- something sincere? He tries to find something to smooth it away, something to make the smile wide and bright again.

"We shall share a room at the next tavern, yes? A proper bed where my toes will not be quite so cold and waking you in the night." There. That ought to do it, yes? Yes.

"...Perhaps you ought to try Harding. She likes your humor, finds you attractive- or so she has said in my hearing- and would likely not mind the whole Warden thing." A bone, someone that Alistair could share the night with- even if only over a drink. He ignores the usual twinge- Alistair is not for him, not like that, he feels nothing he shouldn't- and he has two rather attentive lovers that are willing to offer him one last tumble before they throw themselves over the edge fully. "She is sitting by the hearth, last I checked. She might like your company."

A companionable squeeze to his shoulder before slipping away, heading back to stairs and Dorian and Bull and Katoh.
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