#standvigilant

Alistair never knew how much power he held over him, when, with one touch, he could banish the phantoms from Zevran’s nightmares. Zevran caught Alistair’s hand, and tangled their fingers together. Alistair’s large hands swallowed his slender fingers. His kiss, a balm to Zevran’s fears, warm and solid, anchoring him to the present. 

Zevran said nothing, and settled back into their bed, resting his cheek on Alistair’s chest. Alistair’s heart thudded firm against his cheek, stilling Zevran’s frantic breathing. 

Touching drabble prompts | accepting

Cheek: “I want to tell you I love you.”/Deep affection/Devotion

“There,” Zevran breathed as he was putting the finishing touches on Alistair’s outfit. There was always something impatient, something rushed and reverent about these moments. When Alistair left the room he would go out as a King, stand by Anora’s side and sway mountains with his passion. As long as they were here, he was just Alistair. “No one will ever notice you ate your weight in scones this morning.” 

Alistair’s stomach growled in response. He sulked.

“I can’t help it. I’m a nervous eater. Besides, I think this outfit makes me look fat.”

“Sí, very fat,” Zevran said with a wicked grin. “You are huge.” He smacked Alistair’s rear playfully, who jumped with a half-hearted hey! However many years they’d been together, and Zevran always knew how to make him blush all the way down to his chest. It wasn’t fair!

A rapping on the door sobered him quickly. 

“Your Majesty, the carriage is waiting.” 

The couple turned to each other. Alistair brushed his knuckles against Zevran’s cheek, who leaned into the touch with a genuine smile. 

“I wish you could come with me. You always know what to say,” Alistair murmured. Not to mention how with just one touch, Zevran could put him at ease. Speaking of, Zevran stood on his toes to give Alistair a gentle kiss. 

“You will do just fine, mi amor. Who knows, maybe I will have a surprise for you when you return, yes?” 

In the mean time, however, he was just standing near the entrance of the building - looking around and shifting awkwardly from foot to foot not entirely sure what to do with himself. He’d love to reach out, find someone to help him or guide him. But instead there he was, looking around nervously.