(closed) the coldest story ever told

[byblow]

WHO: Zevran Arainai, Maxwell Trevean, Pel Ashara, Salem Ghilan, Alistair
WHAT: A Dalish mage Ron Swanson, a Dalish warrior who throws eggs, an Antivan assassin and his many knives, a Warden who's probably technically exiled, and one single actual human nobleman on whom we are hanging all of our hopes and dreams try to make a dude stop being a big meanie.
WHEN: Haring 5-?
WHERE: Northern Ferelden
NOTES: Plotting post!

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[ombranera]

"Yes, Alistair, that's what this is. If you'd let me do the same for your hair it will not frizz so in this cold air, and it would smell just as nice." Ugh, sniffing. He snuffled like a mabari when given cause- it makes him wonder again at enhanced senses but he's never asked about it.

Besides.

When there's innuendo about he simply has to play along. "You can move if you like, it'd make the using a bit more interesting . Friction is also a marvelous way to generate heat."

[byblow]

"You smell like a desk," Alistair says, chipper, "and if I had perfect hair I'd spend more time fending off women than genlocks. You know I don't have time for that."

He doesn't do a good job staying still. His chin knocks against Zevran's head when he talks, for one thing, and when Zevran talks he wiggles his head for no good reason, digging said chin into Zevran's scalp, solely to be obnoxious.

"Is it?" He wraps his arms crossways over Zevran's torso, and he isn't laughing aloud but his chest is shaking from containing it. A warning sign, maybe, before he punches Zevran's ribs and twists--there's some friction for him.

[ombranera]

"I smell like home, you outrageous buffoon." Is eyerolling audible? It is now. Zevran's skilled that way. Much as the chin knocking and wiggling and digging is irritating- it means Alistair is in the present rather than lost to that song. It is not much of a win but Zevran, as always, takes what he can get. Even if he tries to twist so it is not quite so uncomfortable.

It works until he's held, the dull rumble of laughter swallowed rife in Alistair's voice- and then the strike.

"Abuse!" He cries, attempting (not really) to wiggle away. "How ignoble of you to abuse your traveling companions so!"