Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 02/02/2025at his side. It’s not that he feels out of place - Zevran is very aware of his attractiveness - but that he still knows that there is something inside of him that should *not* be here. He’ll bask in it, while he can manage to have it. 000
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 02/02/2025returning the favor of tucking one of the flowers behind Illario’s ear in turn instead of saying anything for a moment. “We *are* on an outing together, no? Now we match.” Zevran grins cheekily, and then allows his attention to be swept away by the beauty of the garden around him, of Illario+ 100
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 02/02/2025quiet voice, Zevran’s gaze lifts to Illario, head tilted to the side as he offers him a small, terrifically genuine smile; feeling the way his cheeks flush with the honesty he’s offering Illario in this moment. It’s only a moment, only long enough for Illario, and then he tucks it away. Settles on+ 100
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 02/02/2025the soft give beneath the touch, the way it bounces back. Some part of him demands that he shy away, offer him a flavorless thank you, demands he stop being *gentle*, because it’s going to expose him to hurts, but Zevran is versed in flower language. *Admiration*. Instead of listening to the+ 100
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 02/02/2025feels tight again when Illario tucks one of them behind his ear, into his hair. They’re beautiful flowers, and Zevran cradles them like something precious in his palms, as if he’s scared that holding them too tightly will destroy them. His thumb brushes over the silk-velvet of the petals, studying+ 100
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 02/02/2025Orange Ranunculus flowers. Zevran feels something catch and constrict in his chest at the action. His breath, maybe, because he refuses to acknowledge the option that it might be something - *else*, despite the way he takes the flowers Illario offers him with gentle fingers, the way his chest+ 100
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 02/02/2025crushes it beneath the heel of his boot; settles more comfortably against Viago’s chest and scoops up the glass still left on his desk to bring it to his mouth. 110
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 02/02/2025He doesn’t think he has it in him to try to let others fill the wanting a third time. “In any case, I would trust you to make me a new pair of gloves, should it please you.” As always, Zevran swallows the wanting down,+ 110
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 02/02/2025said and done. It’s the fatal flaw of mortals, he thinks, watching Viago turn away from him, watches the tips of his ears flush with his embarrassment; they’re born wanting, waiting for whatever fills that wanting. Zevran thought he found what would fill his - twice over.+ 110
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 02/02/2025despite the way his smile gentles with longing without his knowledge, gold eyes turning liquid honey. He wants, he knows he wants; Zevran has always been desperate for someone to want him, even for a little while, even if in the end all they want him for is to turn him into a weapon when all is+ 110
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 02/02/2025Viago towards him, and then spending time with him with no expectation had made him a touch more comfortable. It makes something in him feel warm and satisfied that he could do so much, already; watching Viago’s gaze soften as he studies Zevran’s face. *That*, he thinks, is a little too raw;+ 110
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 02/02/2025feigned offense. “Ah, but I would know quality, it would be spitting in my face!” Zevran’s brow wags, mouth still pulled into a sly smile as he settles into the banter. He hadn’t been expecting it - not with Viago, certainly not now, but - apparently, managing his way into their bed had softened+ 110
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 02/02/2025Zevran startles, a laugh curling out of him as Viago pokes at his side. Teases him. *Plays* with him. A game of pretend, half flirtatious, half *silly*. It’s… Zevran is still surprised, comfortably - *pleasantly* so, leaning back into Viago’s hold on him as he laughs again, this time at Viago’s+ 110
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Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 27/01/2025Zevran offers in a smile in return to Illario at the suggestion. “I do not think that I would mind all that much, spending time merely walking with you. Since you offer, of course.” 100
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 27/01/2025Orlais and terraced gardens in Kirkwall, whilst he had been there, even to the beautiful gardens in Antiva City and those few that survived Rialto’s ruin, but he’s never been given the opportunity to *enjoy* them, not like this. There’s a warmth in his chest, a sense of pleasure that+ 100
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 27/01/2025a bit shocking, no? Have you read many of them, then?” Zevran’s grin is equally as teasing; attention caught by something out of the corner of his eye and causing his head to turn. And - *oh*, but the gardens are beautiful. Zevran has plenty to compare them to; sprawling ground gardens in+ 100
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 27/01/2025Rot always chose the prettiest locations to hide behind. Illario’s offer to show him to the library, later, draws a laugh from him as well; quietly delighted in the knowledge that the villa’s library held such books. “Ah, is that so? Perhaps I should have expected as much, but the knowledge is+ 100
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 27/01/2025the same as it was for his own House. At the same time, however, there would be differences; some soft moments perhaps that both of them could lay claim to within the halls of the Villa. Zevran had none of those, and nor, he thinks, would he ever want to.+ 100
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 27/01/2025wrought - stone could not be torn down so easily by *hand* - but he was sure that charred remains still darkened some of the masonry. A satisfying thought. And a fitting comparison, he thinks; from what he had heard of Illario and Lucanis, something within the walls was rotten, in some way; much+ 100
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 27/01/2025Picturesque, Zevran thinks. It’s all incredibly… picturesque. Of course, the seat of House Arainai had looked much the same, whilst they had had it; Zevran had been particularly satisfied to set it to some degree of ruin the first time round. The next two Talons had repaired what damage he had + 100
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 27/01/2025me to agree to things. But- you *didn’t* ask. Merely implied, no?” His tone is teasing as he takes the offered glove with his other hand, thumb running over the seam. “Acceptable work,” he decides, with another pompous nod; tone still teasing. 110
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 27/01/2025be* - charmed by him.) He laughs softly at the teasing tone, studying their hands with a drawn out, thoughtful hum. With all the flair and pomp he can manage - quite a bit, even lounging over Viago like a cat - he huffs a sigh. “But of course, mi vida! Written requests are the best way to get+ 110
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 27/01/2025*Talons*, in specific, especially those like the ones he had handled himself - and he can’t decide if it’s charming that Viago wants to reassure him of his sincerity with his Fledglings training and care under his hand. (It is, charming; Zevran merely knows that he shouldn’t want to be - *can’t+ 110
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 27/01/2025*Thank the maker Fledglings have better organizational skills these days*. Zevran’s smile gentles, some small ball of tension in his chest loosening with the all-but blatant statement Viago offered up. He was sure, to some degree, that Viago was aware of Zevran’s feelings about the Crows - about + 110
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 27/01/2025I was joking, I needed a little whimsy, not to feel mushy. What the hell 》 #ooc 130
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 27/01/2025Why are you being poetic on bluesky you dweeb 》 #ooc 110
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Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 22/01/2025Literally read "I'm not a writer i fear" aloud and we both went 😐 》 #ooc 140
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Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 20/01/2025into the leather that nothing would get it out, not now. “You need only ask, yes?” 110
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 20/01/2025provide that for you,” he decides, easily; batting away the murmur of a voice that sounds all too much like what he remembers of Eoman and Taliesen promising him that he would only ever be a weapon, and the reminder that in the seams of the stitching of the gloves he carried was blood sunk so deep+ 110
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 20/01/2025their words as they ask the worst thing they could ask of him - beg him for forgiveness for turning him back into a weapon-* Zevran drags himself from the comparisons with a harsh flex of his jaw, chases them away by focusing on the cheese Viago offers him again. “Well, I suppose I could+ 110
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 20/01/2025fingers. What was he plotting, Zevran wondered. Something likely to do with gloves, considering their conversation. His stomach turns at the parallels that his mind attempts to conjure up – *The Warden, folding the gloves into his hand with a warm smile, the Warden, haggard, stuttering over+ 110
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 20/01/2025and almost distracting enough that he nearly missed the too-casual tone to Viago’s voice. His lips quirk, the smile on them softening into something not quite fond, but curious, perhaps; head tilting as he watches Viago’s fingers close around his palm, studying the width of it and the length of his+ 110
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 20/01/2025things, no?” Zevran grins, something a little sharp and a little bitter, hidden against Viago’s collar as he tilts his head towards it, and then towards Viago’s chin when he rests it against the crown of his head. Curled up in Viago’s lap like this was the height of luxury, Zevran thinks;+ 110
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 20/01/2025child; nevermind the fact that Zevran was almost positive that some of the scars decorating the pocked flesh of his hands were certainly old enough to have been done to a child. Taken, then, much like his own; and Viago was just as embarrassed by the knowledge. “Ah, a fledglings ability to lose+ 110
Zevran Arainai @zevrantheexile.bsky.social · 20/01/2025Viago had heard already, if only the once in a fit of deep satiation and relaxation, half asleep against the both of them. Zevran swallows the urge down as he listens to Viago, head tilting just slightly. It was hard - nearly impossible, really, to consider Viago having lost anything, even as a+ 110
