It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?
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o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.
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Those are not conversations to be had while enjoying a dance lesson- even now he regrets somewhat trying to make a point in such a way. There is more than enough on Lasulahn's shoulders than to bring that weight, that sorrow into what is meant to be a lighthearted diversion.
He keeps the time with quiet taps of his finger against Lasulahn's shoulder, light on his boots, turning easily- entire posture softening, leaning less to the masculine strides he took while leading. ]
Ah, now this is somewhat nostalgic- [ Perhaps a tale of former escapades might amuse? He hopes so at the very least. ] the last time I had to follow in a dance it was because I was wearing a dress. There was a particularly troublesome merchant prince in Antiva with highly specific taste.
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That's - was he a target of yours, then?
[ It's so easy, somehow, to become wrapped up in Zevran's stories from only a few words. He thinks that Zevran would be handsome in a dress, though the way the rogue mentions it, makes Lasulahn think of something garishly colored and poofy. He tries not to laugh for the mental image, sure that he might mess up his steps, then. ]
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[ Zevran crackles a soft laugh, tossing his hair. ] And then it was a matter of painting my face, pinning my hair, learning to walk in higher heels than I was accustomed to- but come the night of the masquerade? I was prepared.
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Ah- sorry, sorry!
[ A beat to match back up to the music, embarrassment warming his face, Lasulahn returns to the dance. ] Go on.
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Ah- what was it, imagining me with breasts or the manner in which we managed it? I had to be heavily perfumed so I wouldn't smell of glue and bone the entire night. If I never have to wear orchid perfume again in my life, it will be far too soon.
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[ The Inquisitor steps back with one foot, daring to prompt Zevran into a spin now that he is more comfortable with the routine. ]
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[ When given room, Zevran spins out, as light and delicate on his feet as any Antivan lady. Spinning back in he presses close, fluttering his lashes at Lasulahn in exaggerated coquettishness. ]
Perhaps so you are not seen as so single and available upon the dance floor.
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I don't think that would matter to them. [ He gets enough scorn from being who he is. The thought of a partner, man or woman, would only invite a different target to the same cruel jabs. ]
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[ Many would wish to possess him and that? That is what will keep Zevran at his side, daggers up his sleeves, ready to slice any throat that would dare. ]
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The thought of others thinking him 'fair' is disasteful, though, and the Inquisitor's mouth draws in a thin line. He is familiar with the vapid fascination humans have for elves, greedy for naught but a trophy, something which they can claim. To the humans, elves are beautiful, but to far too many, they are not people at all, but things to be possessed. He hums acknowledgment, distant and displeased for the thought that he knows Zevran is not wrong. ]
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[ Case in point- the delicate press of a knuckle between Las' third and forth rib on the right, angled upward. ]
Especially since Orlesians don't have the good sense to layer armor under their very fine clothing.
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I'd rather not be treated like a possession to begin with. Death for a few does not solve the bigotry of an entire people.
[ He shakes his head quickly, and finds a smile that is surprisingly convincing for his heavy words. ] But it is a tempting thought sometimes. [ Well - not really. For all he detests being called 'rabbit', Lasulahn wishes for a kinder world, rather than death to his offenders. Shifting topics: ] Am I doing alright? - Other than stepping on you, I mean.
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[ He shrugs, turning his hand to tangle their fingers together, squeezing gently. ]
I never truly saw the good in it. That is for wiser men than I.
[ A beat. ]
Ah, you are doing quite well. Perhaps I ought to teach you a tango, that would truly scandalize the Orlesians.
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Only, they came to dance, didn't they? Such heavy topics were best reserved for another time. ]
I should like to be as unassuming as possible.
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The beat changes, to a lilting one, two, three, something a little more formal than what they were doing before.
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But the last day or so, he's considered that as little attention as possible might be something of a boon - an opportunity to learn. Maybe it's having one more rogue in his party.
He listens to the music as it changes, and continues the same steps in the new beat, though after a moment asks: ] Are there more steps to this?
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[ At least from what he was told. ] It is entirely possible Leliana said it in jest but- when in doubt? Follow her word and worry about the fallout later.
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[ Lasulahn steps back to prompt Zevran into another spin, as though testing whether that felt 'right' or not. The Orlesians seem to have such bizarre and complicated rules, he can't decide which seems more plausible. ]
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Sheepish: ] I- what do I do next? Sorry. [ He wonders if it should be obvious. ]
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[ He could, he would if Lasulahn requires it of him. ]
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[ More seriously then: ] Yes, please.
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Is playing with fire. ]
So all you need do is nudge gently at the hip while tugging with your hand- [ He does so. ] And that is your signal to your partner that they may spin out and back in.
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Ah, so eager! A little less oomph in the spin, you are a leaf drifting down to the grass. A flower's petal floating in the breeze, even as you lead. Once more-
[ And again he nudges, making certain the guidance is obvious so Lasulahn may replicate it before pulling him back in. ]
Do you wish to try leading this step?
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