#LMFAO FGHJK PLZ

[muutos]

“what should i do if... if i think a woman is special...” - for loghain - @vowspurned

LOGHAIN'S BROW SHOOTS UP WITH A SOFT GRIMACE. his lip wrinkling in a modicum of disgust, that is less in relation to the meek questioning of his son, and more-so due to the clear implications of such... and of course one could certainly argue that loghain was ill-equipped to handle such... potentially emotional conversations... and perhaps that was somewhat true, even now. it has always been difficult for loghain to entertain his own emotions regarding certain subjects, however fatherhood is subject to change a man... and your expectations are subject to grow and change, as your children grow older. honestly, if he had thought such a thing wouldn't come up, it would have been preposterous. and with maric's blood, the soft way in which he spoke and the words he chose were strangely comforting in themselves. even as he lingers a bit unsure in the threshold of alistair's quarters, where the warmth from the hearth cannot reach him. his icy blue eyes considering him, thoughtfully.

not every man parented the same way. his own father would have been honest with him, if loghain had half a mind to entertain ( or possess, for that matter, ) any romantic desires at such a young age. he'd never slept with anyone until he'd met rowan and maric, and before that, his life had been chiefly about survival. though looking back, he could realize that after his first brushes with the primal and devious desires of man, he would have little interest in such things until he'd felt a draw of love and gentleness to replace the traumatic notions such thoughts had carried beforehand. besides, this line of questioning was not necessarily about sex. and loghain was a man who was, at his core, a romantic one. even if it were in his own way. carrying his memory of his first attempt at courting, and the first sting of rejection. he had been clumsy, and he remembered such words and actions felt ill-fitting, at the time. though such memories only work to soften him, in preparation.

"why? --" loghain's head tilts to one side, and the raise of his brow becomes questioning. his dry, raspy voice extended slightly. in-fact, there might even be a soft, amused smile quirking at his lips, as he gestures. "have you met someone, then? or is this more of a hypothetical question?" he finally enters, shutting the wooden door behind him and making his way to alistair's bed. sitting down next to him similarly, with joined hands dangling between parted knees as his head turns to regard him.

soft black hair brushes his temples where it laid shorter in the front, the remainder of the waves shoved back, and falling over his tunic-clad shoulders. and he notices that, somewhere along the line, he had become more relaxed regarding the ordeal. 'because it would depend on the situation, i suppose." loghain shrugs.

AS SAID BY ALISTAIR THEIRIN. @vowspurned.