how strange. it isn’t often that this particular elf finds themselves in .. tender moments. for a while it’s clear that he is unsure how to proceed -- deflection, laughter & light flirtation eventually give way and he sits. ears dead out and to the side a while when she starts.. nerves that he passes off as being ticklish. for once, zevran isn’t a very good liar.
❝ this song is nice. ❞ he admits after a while, jutting his bottom lip out. it stirred a nostalgia within him, that he wasn’t entirely sure was his. ❝ what .. where did you learn it ?? ❞
@lavellanshe said: When Zevran finally returned to his tent for the evening, he would find it occupied with a blonde elf holding a hairbrush and an affectionate smile. She patted the spot in front of her on his sleeping pad and immediately got to work detangling his hair very gently. She hummed softly, an elvhen lullaby thats words had been lost for centuries, and slowly carded her fingers through his hair and over his scalp.