[It had been snowing and cold for a while. Especially odd after a flower festival. Red wasn't much for cold, though he could stand it. Either way, today Lucas's hawk was taking a break today. Lucas was on his way to get some food for the both of them to eat. Perhaps Zeke would be there with that weird delicious chilly stew. Or that AMAZING drink.
Woah now, who's that staggering through the snow? Is that Zevran? He hadn't heard a word from him since their awkward hug-encounter. Lucas pauses for a moment. Zevran looks cold, freezing. Lucas's mind goes instantly back to the last time he saw someone like that. Remy.
He has to help. Has to. Lucas begins to rush to Zevran's side, trying to hide his panic.]
[He wisely keeps his mouth shut throughout the process. Either that, or speaking has become too much of an effort.
Thankfully! It's only light leather armor. There aren't even pants. Just a kilt... thing. So he lies there, his eyes slowly closing, until it's done. And when it is, there is a tanned and... tattooed elf sprawled out and dozing.]
[With the clothing sucessfully removed, Lucas not noticed Zevran's asleep. At least he's asleep somewhere safe.
Lucas puts the elf's clothes aside and starts removing his own. Nothing sexual about it, Lucas was simply always taught that direct skin contact was the best way to share body heat.
Red makes a small noise and Lucas looks to his bird.]
What? Hush it will ya?
[With that said, he climbs into bed next to Zevran and holds the elf close, sharing his warmth.]
[Oh, how he would have loved to make a smart comment about this. Dearly. Or some horrible innuendo.
But... it's too much effort to think it up. So, instead, he lets himself be handled, and coddled, and... oh wow, this is really warm. Some part of him is incredibly amused -- it laughs, and so does he.
And then, the elf is out. Like a proverbial light, the shivering slowly starting to ease up.]
Woah now, who's that staggering through the snow? Is that Zevran? He hadn't heard a word from him since their awkward hug-encounter. Lucas pauses for a moment. Zevran looks cold, freezing. Lucas's mind goes instantly back to the last time he saw someone like that. Remy.
He has to help. Has to. Lucas begins to rush to Zevran's side, trying to hide his panic.]
Hey!
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Don't y'say nothin'...
[Have a little help, Zevran! Lucas' hands are working quickly as possible to assist.]
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Thankfully! It's only light leather armor. There aren't even pants. Just a kilt... thing. So he lies there, his eyes slowly closing, until it's done. And when it is, there is a tanned and... tattooed elf sprawled out and dozing.]
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[With the clothing sucessfully removed, Lucas not noticed Zevran's asleep. At least he's asleep somewhere safe.
Lucas puts the elf's clothes aside and starts removing his own. Nothing sexual about it, Lucas was simply always taught that direct skin contact was the best way to share body heat.
Red makes a small noise and Lucas looks to his bird.]
What? Hush it will ya?
[With that said, he climbs into bed next to Zevran and holds the elf close, sharing his warmth.]
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But... it's too much effort to think it up. So, instead, he lets himself be handled, and coddled, and... oh wow, this is really warm. Some part of him is incredibly amused -- it laughs, and so does he.
And then, the elf is out. Like a proverbial light, the shivering slowly starting to ease up.]
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