[ There's a falter at the name- a flush he cannot quite repress but-
No. Cyril. It is not quite so epic and obvious and complicated and blatant as what is between The Iron Bull and Dorian- but there are threads here he would not cut. Tug now and again, yes, but- it is not for him.
Even if he wants them.
Zevran clears his throat and offers the bottle with slightly more assured smile. ]
I was hoping we could talk? And that I might sketch you.
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[ There's a falter at the name- a flush he cannot quite repress but-
No. Cyril. It is not quite so epic and obvious and complicated and blatant as what is between The Iron Bull and Dorian- but there are threads here he would not cut. Tug now and again, yes, but- it is not for him.
Even if he wants them.
Zevran clears his throat and offers the bottle with slightly more assured smile. ]
I was hoping we could talk? And that I might sketch you.