[ OPEN ] Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time

[ombranera]

WHO: Zevran and YOU
WHAT: Zevran's Birthday and Ardent Blossom Contest
WHEN: Forward dated to Guardian 5
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Shenanigans connected to this announcement

Someone had been a sneaky little shit, preying on Zevran's lack of familiarity with traditions and dates and the weight people tend to put on something so mundane as a 'birthday'. Someone (Alistair) had spread word and made a thing of it, despite Zevran not seeing the point nor truly wishing to cause a fuss. He had, however, decided to take a day for himself to do nothing. No fuss, no stress, no real work. A day to indulge in a few of his many hobbies. He did not know what one did on their birthday normally but here he was, sitting in the Courtyard with one of his found spoils on his head, awaiting those that paid mind to his earlier announcement. When he wasn't idly sketching whoever he saw in the courtyard he was in the Herald's rest, enjoying a quiet drink and making notes on the better stories or songs he has heard throughout the day.

Comments

[disgracedchampion]

If Zevran's half lidded eyes were anything to go by, then he would certainly have to say that Zevran appeared quite tame to him right now. He was half expecting a purr, but he knew that was a high expectation, so instead he stroke under his companion's chin while leaning forward to drop a kiss on his forehead. Truly, Zevran was special.

[ombranera]

Now that- that was something of a surprise and again (one day he would sort out what it was that made the heat bloom in his cheeks when Michel did such things, but it was not this day) Zevran blushed. His coloring made it less obvious than Michel's own fair skin; but close as they were? It was easy enough to discern. He tipped his head back and leaned up enough to press their lips together, quick and chaste.

[disgracedchampion]

Michel's eyes might have been heavy-lidded, but he was still analyzing every feature of Zevran's face, including the warmth in his companion's cheeks. Sometimes the Chevalier thought that he saw it, or thought he saw it, occasionally, his tawny skin often made it difficult to say for certain. This close, however, he knew the assassin was blushing and after that quick, chaste kiss Michel withdrew pretending he'd seen nothing, but logging the encounter away for himself.

[ombranera]

"You are a strange and daring man, Michel de Chevin." And yet it was said with a smile, something smaller, sweeter than his usual leers and smirks and all the more honest for it. "Should you ever need a few pointers on how to live as a traitor, well. You know where to find me, yes? I am always available for you to call upon."

[disgracedchampion]

"That is quite the praise, bel homme," not that he minds at all being strange and daring, for him daring had to be these affectionate gestures out in the open where anyone could see and extrapolate what they wished. This was not Orlais and he wasn't sitting on a throne, being so intimate and companionable with Zevran? It felt safe here, "that's the sort of training that...would take quite a bit of time and dedicated effort. I'm glad you have the time for me."

[ombranera]

"What can I say? I have a soft spot for charming men with blue eyes." Or perhaps simply charming men with luscious lips and far too much sincerity for their own good.

[disgracedchampion]

"Should I count myself fortunate that I tick all of your boxes?" Michel withdrew, but not before pressing his lips to Zevran's tattooed cheek.

[ombranera]

"Some of my Boxes. I have a great many." Not blushing. He was not blushing- it was the wine, it was desire. Not sentiment. Zevran took another bite of his honey'd bread, licking the sticky sweetness from his lips.

[disgracedchampion]

"Does that mean I have a goal?" Michel mused rubbing his chin with his index finger, part of him wondering just how many boxes there were to tick. It wasn't a point to be overwhelmed by, but it was certainly something to think about.

[ombranera]

"Now what fun would it be if I gave up all of my secrets simply for the asking?" None at all, he would think. There were so many boxes and leaving it up to Michel to sort them out? To see how he would attempt to fill them?

That was an amusing diversion if nothing else.