[He hesitated, and then put an arm around Arhen's waist. He was uncertain what to do, or where to start with this, only knowing that he wanted this, he had wanted it for years.
But now that it was here, love and caring seemed vast and daunting.]
Mm. I usually find you're the sort of cruel that I happen to like, though.
[Encouragement was a dangerous move, at least if he expected things to stay as they were. Arhen shifted easily to make himself more comfortable there, turning more toward Dorian and reaching up to drape an arm across him in return.]
But if you feel like making it up to me regardless... you can always tell me more about how they suit me. I won't mind at all.
Which way should I flatter you? Perhaps I ought to say that The Protector would be a terribly auspicious patron for the Inquisitor.
[And he chuckles softly.]
But I suspect that if you wanted to hear someone rhapsodize about the Herald of Andraste, you'd look elsewhere.
[What he means to say is that he has the markings of the patron of love on his face, and he's brought the promise of something like that to Dorian. That Arhen is like a spirit that stole into his heart and brought with him the Spring to thaw the ice around it.
He wants to say these things, spin him poetic words, but he can't. The words die in his throat, and he can't bring himself to do more than think them.]
What I can tell you is that they set off your eyes beautifully, and they very nicely follow the curves of your face, amatus.
[He says the term of endearment, and even though it's an admission of caring, it's safer when he can pretend that Arhen doesn't speak any Tevene.]
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[He hesitated, and then put an arm around Arhen's waist. He was uncertain what to do, or where to start with this, only knowing that he wanted this, he had wanted it for years.
But now that it was here, love and caring seemed vast and daunting.]
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[Encouragement was a dangerous move, at least if he expected things to stay as they were. Arhen shifted easily to make himself more comfortable there, turning more toward Dorian and reaching up to drape an arm across him in return.]
But if you feel like making it up to me regardless... you can always tell me more about how they suit me. I won't mind at all.
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[And he chuckles softly.]
But I suspect that if you wanted to hear someone rhapsodize about the Herald of Andraste, you'd look elsewhere.
[What he means to say is that he has the markings of the patron of love on his face, and he's brought the promise of something like that to Dorian. That Arhen is like a spirit that stole into his heart and brought with him the Spring to thaw the ice around it.
He wants to say these things, spin him poetic words, but he can't. The words die in his throat, and he can't bring himself to do more than think them.]
What I can tell you is that they set off your eyes beautifully, and they very nicely follow the curves of your face, amatus.
[He says the term of endearment, and even though it's an admission of caring, it's safer when he can pretend that Arhen doesn't speak any Tevene.]