Noted; I shall have to make things more difficult for you the next time I drink with an Antivan. [ She smiles brightly, still holding his hand, then ducks under the flap as he holds it so nobly open for her.
It isn't much, as it's a tent, but a candle's shadow dances along the walls and across their faces once they stand within. Robyn looks up at Alistair, lifts onto her tip-toes and pecks him softly on the cheek. ]
I don't need much settling. [ Really, she just has to remove the weapons from her person and the outer armor; she's fine to sleep in her tunic and leggings. She glances toward the exit behind him, but she's unwilling to let go of his fingers in hers. ]
[ There's teasing in his tone, husky with humor, but also an underlying sense of gentleness. Instead of releasing her entirely, his hands move to start helping remove her weapons, surprisingly adept at it, despite the fumbling awkwardness he was so often prone to. ]
[ Unabashedly, she smiles at him, assisting in his... assisting, slipping the crossbow from her back, the belt with its sheathed dagger, the pouches with poultices and herbs and poisons.
When you have no home, you carry everything. ]
Do you mind? [ The leather armor isn't so cumbersome, really, but the buckles are all over the place... namely, at her upper back, and it's a little more difficult than usual with the night she's somehow made it through. ]
[ He motions to her with a spin of his finger and then waits until she does so to start working on the buckles of her armor from behind. When it is loose, he lets it slide down and away, leaving her in the simple tunic she wears underneath the leathers. it's still considerably less than normal, but he takes advantage of the moment to twine his arms around her, dragging her back against his own chest. The skin of her shoulder tempts him and he bends his head to press his lips to it, a whisper-light caress. ]
[ She sighs in relief as the leather plating slips away, rolling her shoulders which are, as usual, sore under the literal weight of the day. Not much later, she inhales sharply in pleasant surprise as he tugs her back, brushes a kiss over her skin. It isn't that it's a surprise, exactly, but her heart beats with more vigor nonetheless, her fingers curling around his hands, her neck arcing to allow him easier access to... well, the entire area. ]
Mm - I may have to lose my feet more often.
[ NOT that she'd done it on purpose, or... done it at all. But she can't deny to either of them how much she enjoys being in his presence, particularly when they have these rare moments alone together. ]
Maybe you could not lose them so far away next time, hmm?
[ He chuckles as he wraps his arms about her, turning his head so he can kiss his way up her throat, pausing to linger at the little dip beneath her ear as he nuzzles against her affectionately. ]
It wasn't as if I did it on purpose! [ She laughs, high and bright, beaming as he pecks affectionately at her neck. Her fingers curl further around his hands, breathing deeply, heart like that of a younger girl's in a flushed infatuation. ]
Maybe next time you might warn me sooner about having a drink with an Antivan! [ Honestly, Alistair, how was she supposed to know that that was a bad idea??
To her credit, Zevran could talk most anyone into anything. ]
Oh, yes. I'm sure that will work wonderfully. [ he rolls his eyes and then gives her throat a playful nip before abruptly spinning her around to face him again, catching her about the waist to steady her, just in case. ] Don't think I've missed the fact that he can coerce you into just about any bit of mischief with him.
[ She's certainly steady enough by now to stand without swaying (or falling), but she appreciates it anyway, arms moving to twine around his neck. ]
Not any bit! Really, you think so little of my willpower. [ After which she wrinkles her nose in displeasure, despite the bright smile that's still in place. ] I did talk him out of killing us, remember?
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It isn't much, as it's a tent, but a candle's shadow dances along the walls and across their faces once they stand within. Robyn looks up at Alistair, lifts onto her tip-toes and pecks him softly on the cheek. ]
I don't need much settling. [ Really, she just has to remove the weapons from her person and the outer armor; she's fine to sleep in her tunic and leggings. She glances toward the exit behind him, but she's unwilling to let go of his fingers in hers. ]
Then - I'll see you in the morning?
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[ There's teasing in his tone, husky with humor, but also an underlying sense of gentleness. Instead of releasing her entirely, his hands move to start helping remove her weapons, surprisingly adept at it, despite the fumbling awkwardness he was so often prone to. ]
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[ Unabashedly, she smiles at him, assisting in his... assisting, slipping the crossbow from her back, the belt with its sheathed dagger, the pouches with poultices and herbs and poisons.
When you have no home, you carry everything. ]
Do you mind? [ The leather armor isn't so cumbersome, really, but the buckles are all over the place... namely, at her upper back, and it's a little more difficult than usual with the night she's somehow made it through. ]
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[ He motions to her with a spin of his finger and then waits until she does so to start working on the buckles of her armor from behind. When it is loose, he lets it slide down and away, leaving her in the simple tunic she wears underneath the leathers. it's still considerably less than normal, but he takes advantage of the moment to twine his arms around her, dragging her back against his own chest. The skin of her shoulder tempts him and he bends his head to press his lips to it, a whisper-light caress. ]
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Mm - I may have to lose my feet more often.
[ NOT that she'd done it on purpose, or... done it at all. But she can't deny to either of them how much she enjoys being in his presence, particularly when they have these rare moments alone together. ]
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[ He chuckles as he wraps his arms about her, turning his head so he can kiss his way up her throat, pausing to linger at the little dip beneath her ear as he nuzzles against her affectionately. ]
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Maybe next time you might warn me sooner about having a drink with an Antivan! [ Honestly, Alistair, how was she supposed to know that that was a bad idea??
To her credit, Zevran could talk most anyone into anything. ]
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Not any bit! Really, you think so little of my willpower. [ After which she wrinkles her nose in displeasure, despite the bright smile that's still in place. ] I did talk him out of killing us, remember?
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[ His voice is all fond amusement however as he lifts a hand to tap a single finger chidingly at the tip of her nose. ]
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Is avoiding your own assassination mischief? You need to look over your priorities, Alistair.
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I meant more after that. Although I'm quite sure Zevran might refer to it as such, considering his sense of humor.
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Robyn releases his finger, planting her hands firmly on her hips. ]
Well, if mischief is the worst that befalls us, I'll be embarrassed for the darkspawn.
[ Really, though; they'd survived more than most people for being the ragtag group that they are. ]