varhellathen: (❧ across the ocean)
Lᴀsᴜʟᴀʜɴ Lᴀᴠᴇʟʟᴀɴ ([personal profile] varhellathen) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2020-11-08 11:47 pm (UTC)

Well- yes, but... [ He trails off, reticent to think of such times. Templar magic that drains him, leaves him feeling as though he cannot catch his breath, as though all the world is suddenly a little greyer. The exhaustion of a battle gone on too long - Haven, most recently - magic expended save for the slightest of flutters. Those were moments of wild fear, and though Lasulahn has learned by necessity to keep his head (perhaps he was born with such, being Dalish, and has only honed it lately), he is not practiced in any real technique. Perhaps he should fix that.

For now, though, he focuses on their dance, memorizing the steps and turns. They press close now and then, and Lasulahn will later think the moment unfair: Zevran, handsome in his silks and his hands, gentle but the memory of the touch will linger long after.

In the moment, he grasps what is required of him, and seems not too startled when the other's hands shift position. He remembers Zevran had promised to teach him to lead, after all. He is still for a few long moments, listening to the rhythm of the bard's music and recalling the steps, then -

He moves, graceful and easy. The steps are not completely familiar, and they are simple enough that it is hardly impressive - but at least he manages both confidence (or at least the illusion of it), and neither does he step on the other's feet.
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