[It’s a man’s kindness more than his capacity for brute force that takes Isaac by surprise, his pulse quickening as arms loop around him and draw him close. A flash of anxious uncertainty and the sense of being trapped makes him tense in an instant, blood singing in his ears and every muscle in his body primed for attack – but when he waits and it doesn’t come, his hand still tight around Zevran’s arm, he sinks from his adrenaline-charged state of alarm and finds something keenly familiar in the gentle, lingering way he’s being held.
It’s Sophia soothing him, trying to lull him back to sleep as things shuffled and restlessly circled the home in the dead of night; it’s Julia, struggling with tears and inarticulacy, throwing her arms around him after the curse had nearly made them strangers to each other. I’m here, they had said. I’m here.
Though not fully, he is able to let himself relax some, offering the elf a slant-eyed, almost critical look while mulling things over. Sexual contact was familiar, straightforward, uncomplicated. But this soon leaves him unsure of what to make of it, coming from Zevran. He has had his fill of it already, he decides.]
What it this, then?
[It’s the first, unfiltered thing that issues from his lips, and more sharp in tone than he had expected. Gratitude for cutting Zevran's life short?]
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It’s Sophia soothing him, trying to lull him back to sleep as things shuffled and restlessly circled the home in the dead of night; it’s Julia, struggling with tears and inarticulacy, throwing her arms around him after the curse had nearly made them strangers to each other. I’m here, they had said. I’m here.
Though not fully, he is able to let himself relax some, offering the elf a slant-eyed, almost critical look while mulling things over. Sexual contact was familiar, straightforward, uncomplicated. But this soon leaves him unsure of what to make of it, coming from Zevran. He has had his fill of it already, he decides.]
What it this, then?
[It’s the first, unfiltered thing that issues from his lips, and more sharp in tone than he had expected. Gratitude for cutting Zevran's life short?]