contact part deux

[bouchonne]

if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message

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[cozen]

[ Smiling, ]

That is not the same as talking about them. Talking makes them real. And you wouldn't—you would never leave to make yourself happy. But you might for me. And I don't ever want to be the reason you do less than you could.

[bouchonne]

Which is why sometimes I wish you'd be more selfish.

[ Wryly: ]

You'd give me an excuse.

[cozen]

[ Bastien's quiet for a few long moments, stopping himself from doing just that. They could go to Denerim now. They could go to Val Royeaux. They could switch between them. Listen, charm, grease palms, advocate. Report back to Riftwatch by crystal. Be there to meet Riftwatch teams sent south and help them there. Let someone else do the paperwork and try to manage Riftwatch's unruly children. The weather would be better.

The yearning is practically audible.

But what he says, finally, is, ] We should go to sleep.

[bouchonne]

[ Byerly hums, and presses his face into Bastien's neck, and wraps his arms around him. And he murmurs into his skin: ]

La bonne chose à faire.

[cozen]

[ Bastien makes a noise of protest, but only a noise, half tongue-in-cheek, before he settles down to the business of attempting to sleep—and succeeds shockingly well, for a paranoid bard in an unfamiliar room with a creature occasionally moving and huffing on his feet. ]