[It has never sat well with him to find himself at another’s mercy. Patience belies nerve-twisting desperation as he hangs on every beat of silence, searching the man’s face with dimming eyes for the flickers of emotion that'd decide his fate. When an answer comes at last, it’s not the one he had expected.
Yes.
It washes over him, hot water soothing tired flesh, and his shoulders sag, eyes sliding shut. And from the darkness behind his lids, Zevran slowly takes shape. His knowing, world-wearied gaze; full lips softly pressed thin; and every little crease in his brow, each telling a story. That he is a masterful assassin has no relevance here and now. This is a deed that demands not cold-blooded efficiency or steeled nerves, but an understanding he has found in no one else.
His only true friend.
This is the last thing he would see and remember -- and for the first time he has ever known in his life, it feels like all might be right with the world. His mind doesn’t know what to do with something so fragile and new, restlessly picking at it for imperfections until it finally gives up and finds rest, pain pushed aside to make room for it.]
You are all there is…
[The words are left to sink in deep, and he gives the barest hint of a nod before letting his hands slip away and fall reluctantly to his sides.]
action
Yes.
It washes over him, hot water soothing tired flesh, and his shoulders sag, eyes sliding shut. And from the darkness behind his lids, Zevran slowly takes shape. His knowing, world-wearied gaze; full lips softly pressed thin; and every little crease in his brow, each telling a story. That he is a masterful assassin has no relevance here and now. This is a deed that demands not cold-blooded efficiency or steeled nerves, but an understanding he has found in no one else.
His only true friend.
This is the last thing he would see and remember -- and for the first time he has ever known in his life, it feels like all might be right with the world. His mind doesn’t know what to do with something so fragile and new, restlessly picking at it for imperfections until it finally gives up and finds rest, pain pushed aside to make room for it.]
You are all there is…
[The words are left to sink in deep, and he gives the barest hint of a nod before letting his hands slip away and fall reluctantly to his sides.]