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[samahl]

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[quietblade]

[The warrior chuckles a little bit, deep in his chest before he sighs and closes his eyes and makes himself more comfortable.]

Mm. We should keep a bucket of water around... some iced drinks.

[ombranera]

You are- [ He snorts a laugh, shaking his head with amusement rather than frustration. ] You are both ridiculous.

[ He writes it out against Taas' ribs, as his eyes were closed. ]

And yet I am terribly fond of both of you. What does that say about me?

[samahl]

That you have good taste. [Cyril says, this time focusing on Zevran. He nuzzles a bit against Taas's chest though.]

[quietblade]

That you have good taste. [Taas parrots, since he couldn't see Cyril's lips with his eyes closed like that.

He opens them again a moment later and finds himself looking at the two elves with a content smile. It was almost like being back at his tamassran, lying in a pile with his friends for cuddles and support. Just... more adult and somehow stronger.

Affection was a good word. Safe. You could feel that for both friends and lovers.]

[ombranera]

I do not deserve either of you.

[ This, too, he writes out against Taas' skin with some trepidation- admitting such things is not what he does but-

What he does isn't helping. It did not save him before, to be distant. ]

[samahl]

[Cyril is quiet for a moment and then he reaches out and runs a hand over Zevran's shoulder. He isn't sure what else to do but offer that physical reassurance. Zevran is good enough for this moment, but arguing that just seems to be stress they don't need.]

[quietblade]

[Taas follows the same thought at first, just hugging Zevran a bit closer with a soft hum. He can't quite stand being silent, however.]

You deserve to be safe. Right here, in this shitty room and on this slightly lumpy bedroll? It's safe.

It's just us. Everything else can wait.

[ombranera]

[ For a long moment, he's quiet. He could protest that no, he is not safe, they took him from the courtyard while he wasn't paying attention like a fool but-

Curled close like this, with Cyril's hand on him, with Taas' arm around him. He does have a small scrap of that back. Here he is safe. For now. He leans up enough to press a kiss to Taas' shoulder, tugs up Cyril's hand to do the same to his palm. This he can bear. ]

Thank you.

[samahl]

[Cyril sighs a bit, releasing some tension he hadn't realized was really there. At least Zevran had accepted the point that Taas had made and wasn't trying to fight against it.

Then, after a moment, he makes sure he's angled in a way that Taas can read his lips.]

This room isn't that shitty.