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[soignee]

"Hehhhh. Reminds me of my first time, too. Well, first kiss, I suppose," Oghren put in. The companions looked at him warily, mindful of how Storytime with Uncle Oghren usually ended.

*snort*

Oghreennnnnn
nicely done, Corker . I lul'd!

OH LOOK WHAT IS THIS I AM TOP. WHATEVER SHALL I DO, GOSH I CANNOT THINK.

Modifié par soignee, 27 septembre 2010 - 07:17 .

[wildannie]

...late again - congratulations Jenovan



@ejoslin - Ha ha... more Zev dialogue I've never heard before - brilliant!

[payroo]

@soignee: damn, woman, I always love the atmospheres you conjure so damn much! lovely work!



@ICevol: HYPNOTIC SWAYING ZEV. I cannot look away; it is too cute! @_@



@Corker: poor Aeducan! you are a comic genius...



Anyways, I finally found the time to work up something for the weekly prompt!



Here's a tiny bit of a story to go with it.



"I win again, Zevran." Taliesin, infuriatingly arrogant and cocky as always, pinned Zevran to the wall with far more force than was necessary to merely subdue him. Zevran writhed beneath the stronger man's grip but Taliesin continued regardless. "Perhaps if you spent less time chasing skirts and more time practicing, this wouldn't be so one-sided."



Zevran didn't know why the human fixated on him so, but frankly, he was sick of it. Every foible, every stumble of his was met with much more interest and criticism than was strictly necessary between two members of the same House. At first he had thought it was some sort of hazing ritual (Taliesin had been in the House for a year when Zevran had first arrived) but as other new members were initiated and untroubled, he had come to another conclusion entirely.



At some point, Taliesin's face had gotten close enough so that Zevran could feel on his cheek his breaths, still fast and ragged from their sparring session. Maker's breath, he was still rambling on.



There was only one logical thing to do at this point. Zevran tilted his head forward and closed the distance between their lips.

[Corker]

I'm so glad to see the artists coming back out to play!

@soignee - Love the splash of red from the cape and, for some reason, Missa's jawline. Looks like it must be juuust the second before she pushes him away.

@payroo - This might be my Zev/Taliesin obsession talking, but hhhot.

[caridounette]

congrats to you Jenovan



and thanks for the nice promt. It shuld be esasy enough, even fr a non english speaker!



Now i need to choose which Warden... they all have sweet first kiss stories !

[jenovan]

Whee, good stuff going already. XD I think I sent myself up for some hard judging, here

(and, thanks wildannie and caridounette!

Modifié par jenovan, 27 septembre 2010 - 08:36 .

[Creature 1]

I'm totally incapable of writing anything in the span of an hour, so perhaps I'll do a non-entry entry sometime.

[ICevoL]

@ Corker – I laughed like a loon, reading your story. classic! *loves*
 
@ejoslin – Heeee! Thanks for posting the clip! If those are the kind of lines I’ll get to hear in game, then I think you’re right about the whole “no persuasion” run through. I’ll have to try this with a character sometime soon *grins*
 
@ soignee – (re: Top Pic) *blinks* Now there’s something you can never un-see. Is this Oghren’s present at Alistair’s bachelor party?
 
*laughs* thanks for the lulz!
 
 
@payroo – ooohhh… very, very nice. The glint in Zevran’s eyes is captivating; love how he looks like himself but clearly younger in this. The accompanying text adds another layer of depth. Beautiful work!

[soignee]

I give the community and I give some more. OGHREN CAKE IS DELICIOUS.

[Corker]

*kicks the carpet*

So, anybody who cared how my Dalish f!Warden and Zevran would turn out...

Zevran: Wow, I'm free!  That's... amazing!  But, um... it's your decision if I should go.

Vashti: Where's the 'I never wanted your oath' option?  How about 'I won't stop you'?  'Do as you wish'?  Uh... this one's closest, I guess.  "I doubt I'll need your help anyway. Go if you like."

Zevran: Gone!

Corker: Wait, he's not going to argue?

I could reload, but it would feel kind of like cheating.  Vashti's been on his case about living free, and he sounded so excited to be on his own, with options, with the Warden the only thing keeping him from really flying away... it seems appropriate, if sad.

ETA: And what's the next thing that happens?  Finding a Medium Gold Bar and Codex Entry: Antiva at Howe's Estate.  

Modifié par Corker, 27 septembre 2010 - 09:53 .

[Sialater]

Awww, poor Vashti!

[jenovan]

@Corker, it seems appropriate for Vashti, but kinda sucks that the relevant dialogue option is a little harsh. I suppose they don't really expect a player to give up an "asset" on truly friendly terms. :/

[ejoslin]

Corker wrote...

*kicks the carpet*

So, anybody who cared how my Dalish f!Warden and Zevran would turn out...

Zevran: Wow, I'm free!  That's... amazing!  But, um... it's your decision if I should go.

Vashti: Where's the 'I never wanted your oath' option?  How about 'I won't stop you'?  'Do as you wish'?  Uh... this one's closest, I guess.  "I doubt I'll need your help anyway. Go if you like."

Zevran: Gone!

Corker: Wait, he's not going to argue?

I could reload, but it would feel kind of like cheating.  Vashti's been on his case about living free, and he sounded so excited to be on his own, with options, with the Warden the only thing keeping him from really flying away... it seems appropriate, if sad.

ETA: And what's the next thing that happens?  Finding a Medium Gold Bar and Codex Entry: Antiva at Howe's Estate.  

Hmmm, if he was romanced, you also have the choice, "If you want to go, you should go," which leads to some interesting dialog and he doesn't necessarily go (depends on what else you say to him -- he will ask if he can stay). He also makes it pretty clear that even though he could go, he would like to stay (though he talks about saving the world being a worthy task).  If you tell him you don't need him, he should go, he's pretty sad, but he does leave.

However, it sounds like he wasn't romanced.  Of course he wants to go.  If he leaves, disappears, he can get away from the Crows. They'll assume he's dead.  If he sticks with the warden, the crows will know he's alive.  However, it's easy to talk him into staying, and he seems glad he did in later dialogs.

Edit: I pulled up the zevran_main.dlg to look at that conversation to see if I had it wrong (I have only seen the friendship one once).  He really DOES sound excited about freedom if he's not romanced.  At the same time, it seems that he really would like to stay if he's needed.  It's probably the first time someone has needed him who wasn't using him.

Telling him he's not needed is very hurtful to him if he's romanced -- he gets such a sad face.  As a friend, he is very polite, but knows it's best for him to move on.

Modifié par ejoslin, 27 septembre 2010 - 10:30 .

[Corker]

Yeah, I took the "If you want to go, you should go" dialogue with Lorelai (f!Brosca) and she juuust twigged to the fact that he was asking to be asked to stay. It was sweet.

But no, Vashti never did initiate the romance, and she *really* didn't want to force or even pressure him into staying. In her opinion, it took him entirely too long to realize that he didn't *have* to be in service to someone and was definitely going to encourage him to take his freedom and do... whatever. Go or stay, the point was that it should be his choice, and it really sounded like he'd picked 'go' and was just asking permission one last time.

[Hilde]

jenovan wrote...


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Prompt: First Kiss
This one is wide open, guys   Only rule is that it has to involve Zevran somehow.  Interpret as you will!

Time: 1 hour
 Formats: Any and all, ladies and gents.

Deadline: Sunday October 3rd, 11:59 PM GMT (7:59 PM Eastern Daylight Time).  Winner announced within a few hours.
 
Prize:  I'll write something Zev-flavored at your request   Your Warden of choice, no Warden, whatever, I'll give something a go. XD
Run free, little ideas and plotbunnies!
Edit: I totally had this in mind weeks ago, but ejoslin's recent work may prove inspirational

56 minutes, thought I may not finish this one in time!

Zevran's Lesson....


Zevran sat with Leliana and Alistair near the main entrance of the spoiled princess watching Auryn barter with the shopkeeper. The two days spent in camp recovering after the circle tower had been needed by all of his new traveling companions and today the warden had decided it was time to purchase supplies and be off at dawns first light.

The past weeks since joining them, Zevran had been mostly ignored but all but Auryn and Leliana who had tentatively tried to approach him on occasion, curious of their new companion.  The other attention he received often came in the form of glares and questioning reproaches of his motive. He lacked amusement, he longed to hear joyous laughter, but these new companions of his were proving quite dull. He would remedy this.

“My good friend Alistair…I have noticed this little dance you play with our fair warden.” mused Zevran aloud, his fingers lightly tapping at his chin.

“What? Oh…I…it’s none of your business.” replied Alistair flatly. With that, Zevran only saw a challenge.

“Come come, I have watched you two. She throws you obvious hints and lingers longer than necessary in your presence and yet….Oho! I get it. You are playing hard to get, No?” he chuckled leaning in closer to Alistair, “Very clever indeed.”

“No!” exclaimed Alistair nearly jumping from his seat, blushing from the neck up. Alistair clearly bristled, weighing a possible decision to confide in him and to Zevran’s undisguised delight the Templar weakened.

“You see…” Alistair said faintly, “It’s just I have never...you seem like a man who has had many women right? How do I woo her?”

“Woo her? Are you quite serious” Zevran exclaimed a little too loudly causing the ale Leliana had been finishing to spill from her mouth as she choked in surprise. Zevran held in a laugh, he had indeed found amusement today.
From the look on Alistair’s face as both Leliana and Zevran leaned in closer to share in this juicy piece of gossip they were about to lose him to silence. Zevran had to recover quickly.

“No, no… I have just never heard it put in quite those terms before, please, I will be of service in any way I can.” Zevran caught the amused glint in Leliana’s eyes as he continued on. “Let’s see… you have not yet kissed the lady you wish to woo, no? Perhaps we should start there.”

Alistair let out a clearly exasperated sigh, “I would if I even knew how to approach…that, look…I want to but I am not exactly smooth.”

“Oh! But that is not so a big a problem. Here, I will tell you how. First you approach her with confidence yes!  Look deeply into her eyes and lean in close….” The look of fear on Alistair face stopped him from elaborating further. He would have to approach this differently, “The best way to teach is to show yes?”

“Sorry?” stammered Alistair as his attention refocused on the elf in front of him, his eyes growing wide.

“Do not fear my good friend; I will not kiss you…well, unless it is what you desire?” purred Zevran as he moved slightly closer to the warden.

“Maker’s Breath! No!” Alistair was clearly relieved but the confusion at Zevran’s declaration sank back in.

“No? Now let’s see. I will need an assistant yes?” Zevran declared as he lifted from his seat.

“Wait…” followed Alistair’s voice after him, but Zevran had already found his target.
………
As Auryn turned to rejoin her companions and exit the Inn, she caught the look of horror reaching across Alistair’s features as she approached the table, countered only by the laughing and amused expression on Leliana’s face. Her gaze continued to travel across the table and rested on Zevran who was moving languidly toward her with a growing smirk.

Before she was able to question their expressions Zevran was in front of her, his arm snaking around her waist pulling her closer while his eyes lingered momentarily, giving her a chance to break away.

As Zevran’s lips descended upon hers, the kiss that should have been short and chaste became a long lingering motion, his lips melting into hers as his hand curled into her waist pulling her closer. As he broke away, his gaze remained fixed on her for a moment. With the realization of where he was, he cleared his throat and turning to Alistair “That my friend is the way…”

Zevran’s statement was immediately cut off as Auryn lifted her hand to cup his cheek pulling him in for another kiss. The kiss quickly deepened as her tongue found entrance to his mouth forcing a stifled moan from Zevran. Auryn’s arms wrapped round his waist pulling him closer still. As she finally broke the kiss leaving them both a little breathless, she smiled at him, running her fingers lazily down his arm.

“That Alistair is how you approach someone for a kiss.” She said dryly but with a wicked smile. Turning to her astonished companions her expression once again neutral “Well, are we ready to go?”

Auryn grabbed her pack smiling over at Zevran and turned to head out the door.

Zevran remained stunned momentarily as he and Leliana watched a horrified Alistair follow wearily after Auryn. As Leliana moved to stand beside Zevran she laughed and elbowed him in the side.

“Well…?” Leliana’s question lingered in the air. “What now?”

Zevran, still unsure of how to answer the question Leliana had posed grabbed his pack and headed back to camp.

Edit: Formatting...again.

Modifié par Hilde, 27 septembre 2010 - 11:53 .

[ejoslin]

Corker wrote...

Yeah, I took the "If you want to go, you should go" dialogue with Lorelai (f!Brosca) and she juuust twigged to the fact that he was asking to be asked to stay. It was sweet.
But no, Vashti never did initiate the romance, and she *really* didn't want to force or even pressure him into staying. In her opinion, it took him entirely too long to realize that he didn't *have* to be in service to someone and was definitely going to encourage him to take his freedom and do... whatever. Go or stay, the point was that it should be his choice, and it really sounded like he'd picked 'go' and was just asking permission one last time.

Well, of course.  Without the romance being active, he doesn't have a really compelling reason to stay, and it's in his best interest to disappear completely.  It's his chance at a new life.  I find it touching, seriously, that it's different if he's romanced.  He would rather be with the warden for as much time as they may have and take his chances with the crows.

Edit: And gah, Hilde, yet another amazing story!

Payroo, I like that.  A lot!  Gah, you capture them both so well.  

soignee, you know I love Missa.  Gorgeous picture too.  Such an eye for color!

Modifié par ejoslin, 28 septembre 2010 - 12:13 .

[Sue]

Hilde.. great, I was chuckling with Zev reaction... he was caught off guard.. haha.

[tankgirly]

Very close to the next page, no?

Am going to risk it.





By rooster82. Anyone see her graphic novel on dA (Zevran love story arc)? It's the best!

[tankgirly]

Another one.

This was done by me, for an 'Modernised your DA charaters' challenge done a while back.

[Corker]

@Hilde, oh burn, I thought he was going to go for Leiliana.  Poor Alistair appears to be in way over his head with that Warden.

[FutileSine]

@ Tankgirly I looooooooooooooved that first one you posted by Rooster82. Absolutely gorgeous! And I also agree with you on the comic they're writing....Brilliance!

[Shadow of Light Dragon]

jenovan wrote...


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Prompt: First Kiss
This one is wide open, guys   Only rule is that it has to involve Zevran somehow.  Interpret as you will!

Time: 1 hour
 

I *really* don't expect this to win since I've read the entries already and there is so much awesome(!!), but the prompt zapped this out of me and it was fun to write, so that's all that counts

Place Your Bets...

“Five silvers on the nug-licker,” Oghren said.

“Hmmm. Ten for me, on the mabari,” Alistair said.

“Ooh, feeling brave, little pike-twirler? Fine, fine. What do you say to fifteen?”

“I say ‘Hello, my shiny little friends! You will buy Alistair a small mountain of fine cheeses when he wins this bet!’”

“Feh, not on your best day, Chantry-boy. No way that sodding mutt’s gonna beat a master assassin like Zevran, right? Eh? Elf?”

“If the captive audience does not mind,” Zevan said calmly, his face a mere hand-span from Ferrix’s muzzle and his golden eyes not making the smallest flicker away from the mabari’s brown ones, “this demands a great deal of concentration. Please, a little quiet.”

An almost reverent silence fell as elf and dog stared at each either, the Crow kneeling and the mabari sitting on his haunches so that their eyes were level, neither so much as blinking.

A shadow loomed over the two combatants.

“What is the point of this ritual?” Sten’s voice demanded.

“Ritual? It’s a sodding bet, qunari,” Oghren informed him. “The elf’s giving us a demonstration of his cat-like reflexes.”

Sten stared downwards with no noticeable change in expression. After a couple of seconds, when no one moved, he asked, “When is this ‘demonstration’ due to begin?”

“It goes whenever one of them moves first,” Alistair explained. “Zevran reckons that he can move faster than Ferrix. Personally I think he doesn’t have a chance…Ferrix can outrun him even on a bad day, right boy?”

The mabari’s eyes remained unwavering, but his short tail wagged.

“Not so!” Zevran protested mildly. “If I poisoned him he would not be able to run far, true? Ha ha, I jest! Stop growling at me!”

“Aannnyyyway,” Alistair said, “it’s quite simple, really. Ferrix is going to try and give Zev a big lick across the face. All Zevran has to do is be quick enough to see it coming and get out of the way.”

“This is pointless,” Sten said flatly, looking at the dog. “You should simply pin your adversary to the ground. Victory would be yours.”

“Nope, that’s against the rules,” Oghren said. “A lunge and a big ol’ wet dog-kiss. Except it aint gonna happen that way.”

“Indeed?”

“Yep! Sodding dog don’t stand a chance. The elf’ll get out of the way, no problem.”

“Your confidence is truly inspiring, ser,” Zevran purred.

“That’s what I’m here for,” Oghren said, downing a mouthful of ale and belching loudly. “Just call me the cheerleader for Team Zevran.”

“What a frightening vision you have just conjured…”

“Interesting,” Sten said. “But incorrect. I have seen both the elf and the mabari on the field of battle. It is clear that only the warhound will triumph in this…demonstration.”

“Hah!” Alistair punched Oghren’s arm. “See? Sten’s on my side! Go Ferrix!”

“Oh…yeah? Well…put your money where your mouth is! Fifteen silvers, qunari! You in or are you a coward?”

“…it is cowardice to not contribute coin in this venture?”

“And if—when Ferrix wins, you get more back,” Alistair said cheerfully. “So you can buy…uh…cookies? Or another painting?”

“Antivan artists do some fascinating things with pastels,” Zevran offered. “I knew a fine oil painter once! A beautiful silver-haired creature who wanted to paint me unclothed, reclining upon a crimson-upholstered chaise lounge for the price of a single gold sovereign. If you wish to add a true masterpiece to that collection of yours, I would be pleased to donate it to you. Oh, I could even sign it!”

“Fifteen silvers on the mabari,” Sten said flatly.

“Ah, confidence! That is what I like to hear.”

After a moment of dramatic staring, there was a rustle of footsteps—unheeded, and then the disapproving voice of Alistair’s fellow Grey Warden.

“What in Thedas is going on here? You men are supposed to be on watch!”

Oghren, Alistair and Ferrix jumped guiltily at Asleena’s rebuke—and as soon as the mabari’s head turned Zevran lunged. His arms wrapped around the warhound’s neck and he barely managed to plant a kiss on the animal’s muzzle before he pulled away with a startled yelp and fled to his mistress’s side.

“A-ha!” Zevran laughed, half-sprawled on the ground as he propped himself up with one arm, chin on fist. “That would be a victory to me, no?”

“And thirty silvers to me!” Oghren gloated, extending one hand to Alistair and the other to Sten. “Cough up and make it snappy! Come to Oghren!”

“That so doesn’t count!” Alistair protested.

Asleena, flanked by Leliana, Morrigan and Wynne, took in the scene, the arguing dwarf and Templar, Sten’s usual deadpan expression, the smirking elf reclining on the grass and the mabari cowering behind her own legs, and said in a level voice, “Zevran?”

“Yes, my Grey Warden?”

“Why did you just kiss my dog?”

Modifié par Shadow of Light Dragon, 28 septembre 2010 - 12:27 .

[Sialater]

Aww... damn, I'm out. Shadow preempted me. And wonderfully so! (I'm still grinning like an idiot.)

[maradeux]

@soignee - it is a great pleasure to reread Missa's first kiss here again. Funnily enough - this kiss was the first thing I had in mind whe I read Jenovan's prompt, because it is so original and memorable. Your picture is a nice illustration of the moment.

@Corker - too sad, no kiss.   - but very funny conversation between all the companions.

@payroo - wonderful picture and nice description of the situation. I like it very much!

@Hilde - *lol* that ws surprising, funny and sweet, I like it very much.

@tankgirly - thank you for the pictures. oh, là, là I hope the trousers stay where they are (or not?... *hm* )

@shadow - lol - what an irritating imagination *rofl* And the whole conversation - so funny!
____________

I don't know if I will have an entry this week. But as I have two "first kisses" of Zevran in my stories...

The first is a kind of "kornichon"-kiss and is part of my story "Sweet Poison":
____________

Zevran, now fourteen, had completed his basic training. He was sent to his first missions - not yet as a killer, but as a scout. Incidentally he took advantage of the opportunities to learn and to train, as well as the other young crows were doing.

It was good to be aware of their own strengths, as well as their weaknesses. The meals for the young crows were abundant, and they trained in strength and endurance daily. Nevertheless Zevran remained small and thin, even compared to other elves. He was quick, clever, agile, but he was not strong. His strikes with clubs and hammers were well placed, but they lacked the force. Dagger and sword became his favorite weapons - light and nimble to ply. Yet it took more to overcome an opponent who was physically superior. And one of the most effective media Zevran had found for this purpose were poisons.

He read books, collected ingredients and stayed in the laboratory, studied recipes, tested different mixtures and tasted minute quantities of them, to discover the effect and to immunize himself.

There was still another reason to go into the laboratory: long legs, flowing hair, budding breasts. Until two years ago Zevran was not aware that there were women and girls among the Crows. There were significantly fewer and they were brought up separated  from the boys, but the lab was shared.

The brunette elf girl in the back part of the lab also operated with toxins. Zevran saw her for the second time. He closed the phial, which he had last worked with and went over to her:

"I wasn't aware such loveliness existed amongst the Crows."

The girl winked "Your tongue is already well trained for such a young lad."

"I train my tongue only with the best." He bowed with a wry smile. "Zevran Arainai..."

She returned the smile. "I am Ginera and I have to go now."

Before she did, she took the face of the pretty boy in both hands and pressed her soft lips to his. Fascinated Zevran stood still, gazed after the young elven girl, who went away with springy steps. He licked with his tongue over his lips. They tasted sweet, beguiling ... He felt like he was dizzy, his heart beat quickly, more quickly, things grew dark before his eyes. He swiftly ran to the wash tub, washed his face and drank a large cup of water. He went back to his seat, gathered up his things and returned as fast as he could to his quarters.

He had to vomit all night long.
___________________________

The second is his "real" first kiss and is part of the story "A Dalish Intermezzo"
___________________________

"Look, that's what I wanted to show you."

The forest had opened and between the trees the blue water of a clear lake glistened. The warm late summer sun was dancing in the bright spots on the small waves.

Sûl undressed and jumped into the water, "Come on in, it's warm." With a few quick strokes he reached the middle of the small lake.

Zevran grinned, took off his clothes and went into the water. In fact, it was very warm, the fine sand under his feet was pleasantly soft. He sat down in the shallow water, stretched out comfortably and purred appreciatively with closed eyes. The sun caressed his face. He had lived with the Dalish clan for just one week, but it felt like he had known Sûl for ages. They spent a lot of time together; a familiarity had quickly developed between them that the young assassin had never experienced before. And sometimes it seemed to Zevran as if there was even more...

Sûl swam to him, "Why don't you come to the middle, there it's even better."

Zevran opened his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, smiling, "I cannot swim."

Sûl burst into laughter, "You cannot swim? Every little child of the Dalish can do that. Come, I teach you."

He led Zevran into deeper water, so that it reached to the belly button and told him to lie down flat on his stomach. He supported him with his forearms. "Just keep your head above the water, then hold your arms this way and your legs ..."

Zevran was pleased. He liked it very much to be touched by the handsome elf boy. But he had the feeling that he was not the only one who took pleasure in it.

"Oh, what's that?" Zevran held on Sûl's shoulders and stood up slowly. He smiled at his friend's face and groped for his hand, began to stroke it. Sûl did not recoil. He looked at Zevran. Then he moved his  free hand and reached for Zevran's, so that the boys stood opposite each other, hand in hand, very close.

Sûl moved closer to Zevran's face, closed his eyes and gently, very lightly his lips touched Zevran's. Then he pulled his face back and gave an inquiring look. Zevran smiled. He let go of Sûl's left hand to gently stroke up his arm to the shoulder with the back of his fingers, slid his arm around the Dalish elf's neck, pulled him closer and kissed him.

"I like this swimming lesson very much," he breathed.

[wildannie]

jenovan wrote...


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Prompt: First Kiss
This one is wide open, guys   Only rule is that it has to involve Zevran somehow.  Interpret as you will!

Time: 1 hour
 

Okay, so I tried to write something, it took me about  70 minutes including editing and hand wringing - 

Layn awoke with a start, the moon was out, the camp was quiet
and her companions asleep.

The tainted nightmares stalked her sleep and as yet, she had
made no progress in blocking them out and it was starting to tell.  She knew that it was her state of mind that
was allowing these horrors to persist. 
She had been emotionally lost since being forced from her clan.  The world of the Grey Wardens and shemlen was
confusing and the task at hand seemed insurmountable.

Although she had approached Wynne to provide sleeping
draughts to aid her, the potions had only prevented her
waking, they did nothing to block out the twisted dreams and she would awake
harrowed and drained every day. 

Now at the end of her tether she quietly crept over to the
Assassins tent.  Pulling back the fold of
leather that passed as a door she jumped as her arm found itself in the grip of
another.

‘Ah, Grey Warden, this is a surprise… are you needing me to
warm your bed after all?’ He chimed as leaning out of his tent he gently
released her…  ‘you really should be more
careful you know, I have reflexes that only an assassin could have, I could
have hurt you before I even knew what I was doing!’

‘ha, I thought I could take my chances, I did manage to
defeat you when you were fully awake after all!’

‘This is true Zevran sighed… you are so cruel to wake me up
in the dead of night to remind me…  …or
was there something else you needed?‘

‘I can’t sleep Zevran…

 Zevran chuckled ‘What
is it that you wish me to do for you my Grey Warden?  There are many ways that I could make your
nights more enjoyable…’ 

He paused mid jest, he could see that Layn was close to
tears and even in the darkness he could make out the dark circles under her
eyes.

Looking with pleading eyes she asked ‘have you knowledge of
any sleeping draughts that will give me peace through the night? I have
terrible nightmares…’.

He looked quite shocked, ‘Why certainly, I must say I’m
surprised that you ask this of me considering our past…’ 

‘What, you think I should fear that you will kill me?  If I don’t get any sleep I fear I’ll be dead
anyway’ she said with a tired smile.

‘As you wish’

….

Zevran looked upon Layn as she drifted off to sleep, he had
insisted that he watch her to make sure she did not go too deep, but that had
been an excuse, he was intrigued by this woman. 
She was so strong and yet so lost and alone.  Without a thought he lent over and kissed her
softly on the cheek the touch of her skin on his lips sent warm shivers through
him.  Shocked by this impulse and the
sensation Zevran returned to his tent… Lying back, it was now he that couldn’t
sleep as confusion first introduced itself to his mind.

….

Layn drifted through pleasant dreams that night accompanied
by Zevran and a gentle kiss, as she dreamt she smiled.

 

 Edit:  will catch up on rest of the  thread later... I'm feeling the need to play a game after all my writing exertions.

 

Modifié par wildannie, 28 septembre 2010 - 07:40 .