"You didn't even know you wanted me until three days ago." It'd been frustrated, earlier. Now it is...wary. Amused and fond, yes, but wary. Before...he'd been angry that Alistair could change on a whim and upend everything, that he waited this long to come around to the idea. Most of Zevran is certain it won't work. Can't work. Alistair feels and feels keenly and cares deeply- he does not question that he thinks he is in love- nor does he question the honesty of his desire. But...
Too often have those that expressed no interest suddenly found themselves intrigued and after a night disillusioned. He does not think he could bear it, should that happen with Alistair.
Organizing these thoughts would be so much easier if Alistair wasn't breathing on his ear. It's faint brushes of warmth that have him shivering. "...how?"
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Date: 2016-01-20 04:32 am (UTC)Too often have those that expressed no interest suddenly found themselves intrigued and after a night disillusioned. He does not think he could bear it, should that happen with Alistair.
Organizing these thoughts would be so much easier if Alistair wasn't breathing on his ear. It's faint brushes of warmth that have him shivering. "...how?"