Tamlen Sabrae

Vhenan. *Tamlen smiles and settles in close* How are things?

@hawketwo.bsky.social *he's going to kiss Carver's cheek*

#ooc you know what, i'm going to say it. like varric, i'm old and tired and done this too many times. gonna hold your hand with a pair of hot tongs when i say this and i'm not gonna sugar coat it. we've tried that. y'all don't listen.

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"That can happen. I'm attracted to men and women fairly evenly, but that's not the case for everyone who likes both. I can see how that might make it harder to realize." He wiggles his way a little more in Carver's space. "I'm glad you do, though... I'm glad for all of this."

Tamlen looks at him in a bit of surprise. "Knew that you... liked men?" He thinks about. "It could have been possible, I suppose, but you never showed any interest so I didn't assume... maybe I should thank the alcohol for making me able to ask."

Tamlen smiles into the kiss which is exactly what makes their teeth clack together and that makes him laugh. "S-Sorry. I'm just... really happy."

*clears throat* So... Carver and I are dating now.

*clears throat* So... Carver and I are dating now.

Smiling, Tamlen feels a little giddy about it which maybe is silly considering all they had done last night, but he doesn't really care. He leans in to kiss Carver with a warm softness that speaks volumes, hands squeezing the ones holding his own.

Tamlen smiles in turn and presses their foreheads together. "I'm glad it's you, too." There's a moment where he simply enjoys being close to Carver before he quietly asks. "Can I kiss you? Sober, this time?"

"You won't." Tamlen promises because he means it. Carver is still Carver and his friend even if they don't kiss or... do what they did last night again. With that last question, though, he can't help smiling, reaching out to trace fingers over the other man's face. "I would love that, though."

... this doesn't work out." A pause and his smile goes a little sad as his eyes open again. "But I don't want to regret not trying at least. If you're in it with me, that's all that matters."

Smiling, Tamlen shifts to just lean on Carver's side. "It does. And if it doesn't lead anywhere permanently romantic... I don't mind, as long as we stay friends." His eyes close a little, trying to keep certain memories at bay. "I care about you no matter what so I don't want to lose you even if...

... cherishes. "I actually wouldn't mind... well..." Shit. The alcohol had given him so much bravado last night, but there was hardly any of it in sight now. Still, he pushes through, managing to meet Carver's eyes. "I wouldn't mind a repeat or... seeing where this goes. I'd actually like that."

Tamlen shifts and --- oh, yeah, okay so sitting is going to be an awkward afar for a bit. Especially given it had.. been awhile since he'd done anything like this. "I... don't regret it. For what that's worth to you? I ---" A pause, hesitation and worry of maybe ruining a friendship he greatly...

Tamlen's eyes flick over Carver and then himself, going just a bit more red by the minute. "Oh..." It doesn't help that he definitely remembers... everything. Not that he would rather have forgotten it. Actually, he's quickly starting to realize that he liked it. A lot. He likes /Carver/. A lot.

... slips more from him and into his lap instead. His free hand rubs a little at his face as the gears in brain turn and slowly, but surely, his face starts to turn a bit pink as do the tips of his ears.

What it is that has Tamlen catching Carver's hand to keep it from pulling away fully, he couldn't say. Especially with his brain still half asleep and maybe a bit hungover. "Carver?" It comes out a bit as a question as he shifts to sit up, the events of last night hitting him as the blanket...

Tamlen shifts a little into the touch in his sleep before a sound comes from him, slowly stirring as his eyelashes flutter. "Mmm..?" He blearily cracks open his eyes, blinking and definitely not completely awake yet. The memories haven't hit him either, but... they will. In like two seconds.

Tamlen, meanwhile, is still fast asleep next to him, half curled toward he laid. There are... notable marks all along his neck and shoulders. His hair is a disheveled mess that fans out over the pillow from all directions. Anyone could so much as glance at him and /know/ how he spent his night.

[CUE FADE TO BLACK AND G'NIGHT FOR NOW]

*instead of answering, he simply shifts and presses close and --- well that's certainly not a dagger in his pocket --- but he does end up whining a little in the end* /Carver/ --

*wraps his arms and legs around Carver so he doesn't fall and moves to pressing kisses along his neck* Then you may want to hurry.

More than sure. *Leans in and gives Carver a slower, softer kiss, before pulling back again* If you'll have me.

*he's breathing a little heavier, cheeks and skin more flushed and looking considerably more ruffled than usual as he swallows, lips kiss bruised* I --- *his eyes flick from Carver's face to his lips and back again and then briefly in the direction of the nearest door...*

*breaks the kiss with a little choked whine, arching into the touch* Ah --

*makes a sound into back of his throat and presses them chest to chest, arms around Carver's neck to deepen the kiss*

*smiles and giggles a little before full on sliding into Carver's lap and kissing him with much more confidence than he'd manage sober*

Mmm *He hums a little, looking at him as he tilts his head* I could give you a direct kiss so you can see, if you want?