the end is nigh - what a relief

Sebastian couldn't help letting a smirk twitch at his lips. I'm counting on it. A twinkle of mischief lingering in his gaze as he looked at her.

Despite lacking contact with many of their old comrades from back in the day, it didn't bother Sebastian too much. He and Varric never really got along when he'd been viscount in Kirkwall. To say nothing about Aveline's clashes with him. Merrill was probably the only one beyond Aoife and Bethany that he had much contact with. And it was, well, it was just fine that way. Better now that Aoife would remain a constant in his life - or so he hoped she would.

He'd allowed his eyes to drift closed, enjoying the feeling of her messing with his hair, his tunic. He didn't open them again immediately when she spoke, feeling the thrum of her soft laugh. It wasn't until he felt her movement that he popped his eyes open, surprised to see where she'd positioned herself.

Arching a brow, he gave her a lazy grin. My, my. A chuckle of his own rumbled deep in his chest. I'd expect no less. A pause. A widened grin. Are you going to show me what you want of me, then?

@Aoife Hawke