[He gets up at that, curious and with a little smile on his lips. A gift?]
I... shit, Zevran. It's amazing.
[Taas hates the fact that he's not that good with words, but maybe his speechlessness is just flattering in this case. Grinning, he holds out his arm so that the elf can put it around one swelling biceps.]
I don't think I've ever gotten such a gift before. It's usually armor and weapons.
[ He'd needed to explain it to Mia. The situation with Taas but he hopes to show that what they have- it is good and it means much to him. ]
A token of affection. Of sentiment? It is a tradition of home, to give gold and your hair to someone you care for.
[ Zevran turns the band enough to place it around Taas' bicep, the latch closing. He had feared there would be pinching at the hinge- but no. It fits. Snug and perfect. ]
[ His fingers brush against the enchanted armband. ]
And a priceless man. My regard is not given easily for all that my body is. [ It probably says something about him, that. ] But you have it, and my trust.
[ Is this a thing one is thanked for? It does not matter, he is thanked none the less and all the warmer for it. As much as he'd thought held already melted against Taas, he melts further still, settling against him as though this is where he belongs. ]
No, thank you. For- being patient. For being kind. For saving me.
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I... shit, Zevran. It's amazing.
[Taas hates the fact that he's not that good with words, but maybe his speechlessness is just flattering in this case. Grinning, he holds out his arm so that the elf can put it around one swelling biceps.]
I don't think I've ever gotten such a gift before. It's usually armor and weapons.
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[ He'd needed to explain it to Mia. The situation with Taas but he hopes to show that what they have- it is good and it means much to him. ]
A token of affection. Of sentiment? It is a tradition of home, to give gold and your hair to someone you care for.
[ Zevran turns the band enough to place it around Taas' bicep, the latch closing. He had feared there would be pinching at the hinge- but no. It fits. Snug and perfect. ]
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Zevran knew him so well.
Leaning down, he cups the elf's face with his large hands and kisses him deeply.]
Thank you.
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He leans up into Taas, dusky skin flushed. It is a rare thing for him to blush with anything but desire but this is- he does not have words for it. ]
You are welcome, Uragano. It looks marvelous on you.
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Now I'm not lopsided any more. [He says fondly, touching the band on the other side.
...and they're both reminders to be a good man.
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[ His fingers brush against the enchanted armband. ]
And a priceless man. My regard is not given easily for all that my body is. [ It probably says something about him, that. ] But you have it, and my trust.
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[Taas smiles again, putting his hand over Zevran's.]
Thank you.
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[ He is not certain if that is allowed, here, but...he finds he wants to. ]
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Of course!
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[ It sounds right- but he says it slow, shaping the word carefully so Taas could see him speak it. ]
I like the way it feels, saying that.
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[He can't hear it, but he can almost feel it. It's comforting. Soothing.
Happy.]
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My heart.
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[It's sweet, and so is the softening of the big warriors face as he repeats it. Leaning down, he goes for another kiss.
It all feels really great. He's not sure if he's ever felt this great. Maybe with Yshae, but in a less heated way.]
Thank you.
[Taas says again, but it's for so much more than the golden armband.]
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[ Is this a thing one is thanked for? It does not matter, he is thanked none the less and all the warmer for it. As much as he'd thought held already melted against Taas, he melts further still, settling against him as though this is where he belongs. ]
No, thank you. For- being patient. For being kind. For saving me.