"Your hands, at that par-tic-u-lar moment," Alistair says, staccato emphasis in place of elaborating on all of the other moments he's nearly walked into doors or dropped something in the last few days. He lifts the hand he's caught to kiss Zevran's knuckles with ridiculous, overdone chivalry and a smile that says he knows it.
But it's what Zevran deserves—not as recompense for all of the hardship, but because he's always deserved it, for being exactly as funny and clever as he thinks he is and kinder and braver than he can see—and it's what he's going to get. His knuckles kissed, then the underside of his wrist, then—
"—Maker. I fell for you," Alistair says against his skin. "I can't believe I missed that opportunity." It is probably for the best that he did. He can only ask Zevran to endure so much before he changes his mind about this whole thing.
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Date: 2016-01-19 07:30 am (UTC)But it's what Zevran deserves—not as recompense for all of the hardship, but because he's always deserved it, for being exactly as funny and clever as he thinks he is and kinder and braver than he can see—and it's what he's going to get. His knuckles kissed, then the underside of his wrist, then—
"—Maker. I fell for you," Alistair says against his skin. "I can't believe I missed that opportunity." It is probably for the best that he did. He can only ask Zevran to endure so much before he changes his mind about this whole thing.