"Mm, I snuck up on you," Alistair says, "because I'm sneaky."
He's not sneaky at all. But this snuck up on him--on both of them, apparently--from sharing body heat because Zevran was shivering to curling up when it was plenty warm, Zevran on his lap for a lark to Zevran on his lap because he fit there. Slow shifts. Inevitability. But all anyone here saw was the end result, which is--this. Minus the kissing. Maybe with slightly less clinging. Slightly.
"Good." Near the sofa he pauses, rocking from one foot to the other--dancing--while he considers his options. "I go all snotty when I cry." Options considered, he ducks down to scoop Zevran's legs out from under him. It's not really that easy, but he isn't really that invested in keeping his balance, happy enough to stumble back onto the sofa without ever recovering it and floomph down with Zev in his arms.
His hair is still down. There's a lot of it.
"If I stop talking and kiss you for a bit, will you think I only want you for your body?" he asks, tucking a strand back. "Because if so--" He leans his head back, all the way over the back of the sofa, to look upside-down out the nearest window. "--decent weather lately, for the middle of the mountains."
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He's not sneaky at all. But this snuck up on him--on both of them, apparently--from sharing body heat because Zevran was shivering to curling up when it was plenty warm, Zevran on his lap for a lark to Zevran on his lap because he fit there. Slow shifts. Inevitability. But all anyone here saw was the end result, which is--this. Minus the kissing. Maybe with slightly less clinging. Slightly.
"Good." Near the sofa he pauses, rocking from one foot to the other--dancing--while he considers his options. "I go all snotty when I cry." Options considered, he ducks down to scoop Zevran's legs out from under him. It's not really that easy, but he isn't really that invested in keeping his balance, happy enough to stumble back onto the sofa without ever recovering it and floomph down with Zev in his arms.
His hair is still down. There's a lot of it.
"If I stop talking and kiss you for a bit, will you think I only want you for your body?" he asks, tucking a strand back. "Because if so--" He leans his head back, all the way over the back of the sofa, to look upside-down out the nearest window. "--decent weather lately, for the middle of the mountains."