Honestly, you should let someone else have a turn at saving the world.
[His voice gets lower as Rowan leans closer. This man, he didn't understand how he felt so empty without him. It was as if a piece of him had been ripped away the the rest of him threaten to tear apart with each breath he took. Now that he was back, now that Zevran was here with him, he knew he was whole again. For now, and until Rowan or whatever Maker resides in this place, he would stay by him. And he wouldn't let go.
His heart flutters behind his ribs as he feels warm lips against his. He still isn't exactly sure where he and Rowan stand on what they are. If anyone asked then they were just friends who slept with each other. And kissed. And held hands from time to time. And brought gifts for each other. He remembered every gift Rowan had given him. The boots, the gloves, his friendship, and freedom. He knows this man listens well, except when things get complicated. Like when someone tells him not to die, or even feelings or involved, but Zevran never wants to talk about those either.
He happily leans into him, giving into the kiss that warms him from the inside.]
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[His voice gets lower as Rowan leans closer. This man, he didn't understand how he felt so empty without him. It was as if a piece of him had been ripped away the the rest of him threaten to tear apart with each breath he took. Now that he was back, now that Zevran was here with him, he knew he was whole again. For now, and until Rowan or whatever Maker resides in this place, he would stay by him. And he wouldn't let go.
His heart flutters behind his ribs as he feels warm lips against his. He still isn't exactly sure where he and Rowan stand on what they are. If anyone asked then they were just friends who slept with each other. And kissed. And held hands from time to time. And brought gifts for each other. He remembered every gift Rowan had given him. The boots, the gloves, his friendship, and freedom. He knows this man listens well, except when things get complicated. Like when someone tells him not to die, or even feelings or involved, but Zevran never wants to talk about those either.
He happily leans into him, giving into the kiss that warms him from the inside.]