Varric first stirred partially to consciousness when Ezra kissed his shoulder. Varric felt his heart sort of lurch nervously at the intimacy of it, but sort of shoved those feelings down. He'd suspected for a while Ezra disliked their "no feels just friends with a few fucks" rule for a while. He didn't want to break his good friend's heart, and was nervous to broach the topic yet.
"Nnnnngh," Varric responded, grinning, eyes still closed. He barely opened one hand, and put his palm on Ezra's face, over his nose, mouth and eyes.
"Snooze, set alarm spell for five more minutes," he said, before getting up with a yawn.
He stood up, looking Ezra over. He smiled, "It was a most glorious union of love making. You caused waves of pleasure to roll through my body, through such vigorous and acrobatic skills that epic poems could be written about it. Though I feel like you should be the sore one here. I thought I got all that hair. And I distinctly remember biting you a few times."
He stretched his arms out, before looking at himself in the mirror. In truth, he was a bit sore, but damn had he enjoyed it.
He looked at his body. It was rare anyone saw him without the illusion spell. He actually was very feminine in appearance. He didn't mind, honestly, as he wasn't the manliest man anyways, and even if he had lacked the illusion magic to look like a man he still was one.
That said, he still preferred to look how he felt. Who knows, maybe someday he'd find a permanent solution.
He used the spell, and smiled as pink petals flew about him, and his chest flattened, his hips narrowed, and his face became androgynous.
"You know," Varric said, "Lasy night I learned that the flowers are not necessarily romantic."
Varric paused.
"The Ascythenian legend, that is. That grand old tale of human failure, and yet, human hope. The hope that out there, there is a soulmate for everyone. According to my mom, it doesn't have to be romantic."
He paused again, wondering how Ezra would react to the next bit of news.
"Which is good, since,both my darling Guinevere and I got one, and I swear that if I ever need that woman to fight a dragon, I need only threaten her with marriage."