Not quite as bruised am I as you may feel, should you have a mind to dance elsewhere.
[He drawls, before tilting back his glass.
It's mischievous delight, mostly, that has such shameless remarks sliding off his tongue without much thought. For the longest time, his sexuality has served as much as his weapon as his armour, and he has enjoyed the often unsettled reactions received. But in extending half-serious invitations, there is also an impulsive desire to escape the unexpected level of emotional complications with his steady bed-mate and re-experience, just briefly, the hollow bliss of not having to give a damn beyond having his needs met, and the sentiment being mutual.
A simpler time. Something freeing, even if it was unsatisfying on some deeper level. He preferred not to think very hard about it.
It had been easier when he hadn’t been struggling in his attempts to label his relationship with Zevran at every moment, forever questioning just how much trust he could place in him and instinctively fearing betrayal at every turn. To say nothing of what restlessness and confusion Hector’s appearance brought on. Zevran was merely a companion... wasn’t he?]
warning for Isaac's gutter-minded sense of humour
[He drawls, before tilting back his glass.
It's mischievous delight, mostly, that has such shameless remarks sliding off his tongue without much thought. For the longest time, his sexuality has served as much as his weapon as his armour, and he has enjoyed the often unsettled reactions received. But in extending half-serious invitations, there is also an impulsive desire to escape the unexpected level of emotional complications with his steady bed-mate and re-experience, just briefly, the hollow bliss of not having to give a damn beyond having his needs met, and the sentiment being mutual.
A simpler time. Something freeing, even if it was unsatisfying on some deeper level. He preferred not to think very hard about it.
It had been easier when he hadn’t been struggling in his attempts to label his relationship with Zevran at every moment, forever questioning just how much trust he could place in him and instinctively fearing betrayal at every turn. To say nothing of what restlessness and confusion Hector’s appearance brought on. Zevran was merely a companion... wasn’t he?]
Noroc. [He tips his glass towards Loki's.]