writteninblood: (Leontodon taraxacoides)
Sorrelean Lavellan ([personal profile] writteninblood) wrote 2019-02-07 05:54 am (UTC)

Nothing was actually coming out, just...

[But the rest of Sorrel's outraged modesty is lost in an embarrassed grumble because there's only one way to keep your balance when someone heft you like this. And that's to cling, like the maiden on a bawdy book. It's terribly vulnerable and even worse: it's thrilling. And it shuts him up, at least until the door is shut behind them.]

...You are, the only one who ever called me sweetheart. [And when— if— Adasse sets him down, Sorrel will busy himself with the meaningless work of trying to smooth the wrinkles out of his rumpled robes.] You know, when I first saw how you spoke to Cyril, I was so jealous, I wanted to drown myself in the bay.

[This said almost with a laugh. That had not been his smartest day, to be boiling over with resentment over Cyril's lovely face and the men it always attracted.]

But it's just... the way you talk, and it didn't mean anything, really. I told myself that, but then you started calling me things like that and I turned into mush. [A shrug for that, one-shouldered. What can you do?] So. So, I like it. 'Rel, I mean.

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