z_jay | Luceti | Appointments

"There is nothing to be made right with him. Just as there is nothing to be made right with me. We are the products of our circumstances but we have survived. We have endured. We have come out harder for it." That- that he has to put forward- there is nothing that needs fixing in either of them. They aren't broken. Just...different. Honed at a slightly harder edge than the rest of the world. Sharper, crueler, but just as worthy of what he seemed to have found with these two. What he's afraid of losing.

"...humor. I was, at first, humoring you. Both of you. It is not often a human man looks upon me in awe or appreciation. It felt...it feels. Good. To have that. Then it was curiosity after your own world and how it is you behave around me and then attraction, you both know you're ridiculously handsome that is beside the point-" An apology of sorts, this, for all that he felt raw and weary and unsteady. "Then the dying and the living after the dying without the desire and...hope, I think? Which is what I have lost. But not for anything you have done or not done. The war stole it from me. Fighting my way through the alienage, walking over the bodies of what could have been my slaughtered kin? What I have seen. What I have lived through has made me question many things, especially upon my return here. I care for you both and I know you care for me but- in my world there is no such thing as unconditional. There is always a line. I would never, but were I to take a knife to you- I would not want you to forgive that."

He took a slow breath and reached out to them, both of them. Wary. So, so wary. "There must be a limit. I do not know where that is anymore- if I ever did. I need one. Please. We can...start there and speak of the rest."

"Limits we can do," one of the only things they could really begin to sink their teeth into, at least. Other things, reconciling war experiences, dealing with identity, and nuances of racism they had no way to grasp would be a different matter. In fact, he felt a little overwhelmed of where to even begin in that, which caused him a little anxiety... but he had Jack to help. Which made things immensely more manageable. Even if he would never admit that aloud to him. So he reached out one hand to grasp one of Zev's, giving a firm squeeze.

"I don't think it's our goal to change you or make you somehow right. Besides, we like you how you are, right, Jack?" he looked over at him and leaned in to press a soft kiss to his temple. In Eugene's mind he hadn't done wrong, but Jack was always the kind of idealist to assume responsibility. "How about we put the limit to if you attack us, we'll call it quits." Something that went without saying in a general sense, but maybe he was relying too much on his own preconceived notions of what limitations should be healthy and unhealthy.

Little by little, the tension started to leech back out of Jack as Zevran explained himself, laid out that orderly timeline of all the mysteries flying through his mind. What had changed, and when it has changed, and most importantly what had not changed. They still cared for each other. As long as there was that, rebuilding the rest wasn't impossible. And Zevran was flat out telling them what he needed, to the point where it would be stupid or cruel to ignore it.

He offered a wan smile to the kiss, and where Eugene took Zevran's hand in his own he did the same, drawing in close enough to nearly pin their arms between them, interweaving their fingers and kissing the knuckles.

"Yeah, we didn't exactly fall in love thinking you were a pacifist," he quipped, offering a hopeful little smile, if only a glimmer of one. "But I'm all right with Gene's idea. The deal-breaker is attack - deliberate, physical, outside the battle dome stuff. Shifts still don't count. How's that."

It surprised him how much he needed that. A limit. Something to hold him in line, something to keep in mind. Cross that line and this was over. But it was something definite. A rule. He could follow rules- and this was one they all agreed upon. Not unspoken, no one of them held power over the others. He could live with that. He leaned into them both as they drew close and took a slow, shuddering breath.

"I would never. Will never. But I may have days when I need reminding why it is you find me endearing rather than enticing, yes? It just seems too good to be true to have this; to be an equal partner rather than a bit the two of you share on the side now and then." Whether they meant to make him feel so or not- that was how it seemed to him on his worse days. It was a side effect of the world he lived in, his upbringing, knowing precisely how much he was worth and why.

That was a request that wasn't unheard of. Some occasions, he would like to be reminded as well, instead of being taken for granted. His smile was softened, giving Zev's hand a squeeze and maybe giving Jack a little more space to get closer before he slid his arms around them both. Jack had a tendency to have a more idealistic stake in things, and Eugene hadn't always been the best at communicating verbally to appease those. Plus, being taller made this slightly less bumbly.

"For the record, it's both, not one or the other." his hand rubbed along the spot between Zev's wings, a little hesitant, but not out of fear or anything with reservation as to what Zevran would do. He knew the man was sensitive near his ears, and wouldn't want to detract from the importance of this discussion with a distraction of sensation. But he knew from his own experience that contact could provide a further layer of comfort than just words and actions.

Trust Eugene to do the right thing - even if that was smushing them together in a hug that had Jack going off balance, his face abruptly planting into the side of Zevran's head, landing him with a faceful of hair and a tangle of limbs and sobriety cracking into soft, helpless laughter. Slipping an arm around Zevran's waist, he leaned back enough to meet his eyes, tension shedding off of him bit by bit.

"We can start listing reasons now, if you like." Relaxing came easily, curled up with the two of them. "Unless there's anything else on your mind?"

"That would not be remiss." He murmurs, sagging into Gene's bulk, feathers twitching a bit before he goes liquid at that soothing touch. He needed that tactile confirmation of affection, ever uncertain of this. Of his place. It never seemed quite real to him, how they were. He has been braced since the first day for something he has done or said to simply be not enough; and is gratified to find that that wasn't the case. They are fine. Even with this odd twist of disassociation, they would be fine.

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