Can't spell 'fun' without cannibals!

[crowkiller]

Who: Zevran and you
Broadcast: Nah
Action: Arrival on the Hell Planet
When: Right now

Closed To Rowan

[A lot has happened in the whirlwind of him arriving. The oddly calming music, the strange and colorful paper that falls from the ceiling, and the pudding. It's doesn't really fit the burnt and destroyed atmosphere that this metal vessel is giving off. He didn't except to see a dead man walk up to him. He didn't expect his heart to surge with emotions as they kissed, touched, and spoke as only lovers would back to the bedroom.

The fact that Rowan was here made things a lot easier. Rowan knew some things about this place, but they were both learning together. Like right now, as they stalked through the dense forest, moving in the shadows trying not to make themselves out to be targets.]

Why do people eat others?

[Zevran is thinking out loud as he moves with careful footsteps. Maybe this isnt the best time to be talking about such a strange subject but...]

I mean-- I feel like humans wouldn't taste very good. Or elves for that matter. Most of us are so lanky to begin with, we must not have much meat on our bones. But do you think they just look at other people and instead of thinking 'wow, what a beautiful person, I want to fuck them.' Do they think 'I want to eat them'?


Fine elven crafts OTA

[Being an assassin, Zevran doesn't like it when he doesn't have weapons. While anything can be a weapon in his hands, he prefers his blades, his poisons, and his arrows. He doesn't have any of those right now, and the things on the ship were just not the best at what he needed them to do. Lucky for him, he remembered his time with the Dalish, even if it had been rather quick. He saw how they made their tools, how difficult could that be?

Turns out, very.

Zevran is struggling over some twine that he found. It's not the best bow string but its what he has right now. He takes a large piece of wood that he has found lying in the dirt somewhere, and with one end on the ground he tries to curve it by bending and trying the twine to it. It works for a moment, but then the wood breaks, the twine snaps in his face and with a yelp he falls back and holds his sting face.

New plan. Get his weapons back.]
 

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[crowkiller]

[As he watches Rowan he starts to get nervous. His body tenses when Rowan takes a hand on the hilt of the blade. His eyes close, he takes a deep breath, and his uninjured arms moves to take Rowan's empty hand and squeeze it.

He bites at his lip to keep from shouting out as the knife moves inside him. The blade is the easy part, it's the burning alcohol that makes him finally cry out. He pulls Rowan closer as his eyes shut tight and he buries his face in his chest. Its embarssing how he couldn't keep it in, but he's never felt something that stings and burns so much.]

[trudge]

[ The sound he makes is awful, and in that moment Rowan tells himself that he never wants to hear or see Zevran in such pain ever again. He squeezes the elf's hand reassuringly, working faster now with the other to make sure nothing catches in the wound while he cleans it. One-handed, he wraps the wound and pulls Zevran's shirt back over his shoulders. It's only then that hes sets a hand against the back of his head, chin atop his skull. ]

You're alright, Zev. [ he murmurs, kneading at his scalp. ] I'm sorry.

[crowkiller]

[He goes back to a steady breathing as he leans against Rowan. The grip on his hand looses and he even starts to hum as he feels fingers against his scalp. It feels good, the warmth he gives feels good. He's almost forgotten the pain in his shoulder.

When Rowan apologizes he isnt sure what to say. Rowan didnt make him do this, he wanted too. No, he needed too. He swore on his life that he would protect this man, and on his heart that he wouldnt be harmed again. He would do it all over again if need be. His head tilts up and he smirks.]

Don't worry, you know I like it rough.

[trudge]

[ He didn't make him do it, but if he had been quicker it wouldn't have had to be done at all. Zevran has been here all of two days at this point and he's already wounded — and why? Because of him. Rowan is going to get him killed and then where will they be? Back where they started except Zevran will be dead instead of him. ]

If you wanted it rough, I could have just pulled your hair or something.

[crowkiller]

Still can.

[He speaks low and with an easy smile. His shoulder still stings, but atleast it is bandaged and clean. He isn't aware of the turmoil going on in the others head right now, but he can see in his eyes that it bothers him. His hand squeezes Rowan's and tugs only slightly to pull him closer.]

Rowan- [His name is warm on his tongue. It reflects words that he can not say, and feelings that he isnt sure of himself. He squeezes his hand again.]

I'm alright.

[trudge]

I'll save that for later. [ When they're not in the medical bay patching up wounds Zevran shouldn't have suffered. Rowan steps closer, fingers still kneading into the elf's scalp, the other hand rubbing over his knuckles. It's such a sweet, intimate moment. He should stop.

But he can't. ]

I know. Just... don't do it again, alright?

[crowkiller]

[Zevran smiles as he feels the fingers in his hair and the hand in his. He can't help but stare at the man. His eyes light up with each touch because Rowan is alive, this isn't a dream, and he is with him. He still feels as if he will wake up back in Thedas at any moment.]

I promise I will not get stabbed in the shoulder, by cannibals, in the jungle of this planet.

[An oddly specific promise, but that is at least one he will keep. He couldn't make a promise to Rowan that he won't take a blow for him. That would be an out right lie.] I'll even seal it with a kiss.

[trudge]

[ Rowan shakes his head, absolutely not surprised by the overly specific promise Zevran gives. It's the best he's going to get — even he knows that. ]

Good enough. I'll take it. [ He supposes. He leans down for said kiss. This contract is sealed. ]

[crowkiller]

[His head tilts up as his eyes close and he enjoys the feeling of his lips on his. The pain is in the back of his mind now and easy to ignore as they kiss.]

Good.

[He leans into him as they part from their kiss, their foreheads together.]

Ah, but too bad for our adventure. I was hoping to lure you away for a little bit longer.

[trudge]

[ Rowan nuzzles against him, letting both hands drop down to rest against Zevran's hips. By now he's wedged himself between the elf's thighs, as close as they can be given their positions. ]

If you wanted all to yourself, all you had to do was ask. Unless you were planning to try and assassinate me again.

[crowkiller]

And have you best me again? No thank you, I learned my lesson.

[Yeah, not to fight against him. His smile turns to a smirk as his one good arm wraps under his arms. A leg moves around to fold over his own.]

It would have be to done in much more intimate way.

[trudge]

[ He laughs, shifting accordingly to better accommodate the elf's new position. ]

Intimate, hm? When you say it like that it doesn't sound so bad.

[crowkiller]

The best last moments of your life, amor.

[Especially when compared to his previous experience with that. He speaks a little too easy, the pet name comes out natural and effortlessly. He doesn't even realise it.]

[trudge]

[ There it is again. That Antivan word that Zevran speaks with such warmth it sends butterflies fluttering in his stomach. And again, Rowan cannot bring himself to ask for clarification. ]

Come on you ridiculous man, let's at least get out of the medical bay before we continue. [ Be prepared to be lifted off the counter because that's happening. ]

[crowkiller]

Too bad, I wanted to explore an infirmary kink.

[He chuckles low as he dips his face into neck and adjusts the one arm he can to wrap around his shoulders for more support and the other leg moves to hook around him. This seems very familiar.]

[trudge]

Maybe once we're back in orbit. I've always wanted to do it in space.

[ Two for one kink if they do it that way. Rowan pulls Zevran up into his arms and hoists him off the counter, heading down the hall to the bedroom he had been assigned. Thankfully, it was still intact. Once there he - VERY CAREFULLY - sets the elf down on the bed. ] You know, I almost miss sleeping on the ground sometimes.

[crowkiller]

You haven't yet? How sad I was hoping you'd tell me how that was.

[His lips kissed at his neck, and teeth scrap against his neck before he feels the bed under him. He smiles as he pulls back, his fingers brushing against the back of Rowan's hair.]

Would you rather we put blankets on the ground for old times?

[trudge]

I haven't even been in space yet! I just showed up on the planet. I'll be sending a strongly written letter to Atroma once I find stationary.

[ Rowan has one knee on the bed, ready to start doing what they literally always do in this situation before Zevran makes the suggestion. A pause. ]

...Yes.

[crowkiller]

How tragic, you should.

[The pause earns a laugh as he already starts to pull at sheets and throw the pillows down on the floor.]

Should we make a tent too? Make this authentic.

[trudge]

What kind of question is that?

He's already searching for chairs and tables, moving them accordingly so they can make their blanket tent properly. ]

Of course we need to make a tent.

[crowkiller]

Let's see-

[He can't stop smiling now. His cheeks start to hurt. He hopes odd the bed and while he is looking he pulls the sheets off the bed now.]

I never was very good at pitching this kind of tent.

[trudge]

[ Rowan opens his mouth to say something sassy about that; then he remembers all the stories Zevran told of his shitty childhood and promptly shuts up. ]

Worry not, I'll show you how it's done. [ He motions for Zevran to join him as he carefully drapes blankets over chairs, weighs them down with pillows, and works surprisingly hard to make it look proper. ] Fergus and I used to do this all the time. Drove mother mad when she couldn't find her good linens.

[crowkiller]

[Yeah, he knows his childhood was shitty. The crows didn't allow fun like this. He follows after being beckoned. It really does look impressive.]

You out did yourself.

[and then the mention of his brother. He isn't sure if he should be the one to tell him. Its personal, and he knows how Rowan is when things get personal. Its the same for Zevran, but he needs to know. He sits in the middle of their tent and smiles a warm and somewhat unease smile as he holds a hand out to him.]

You and your brother, you were close. Weren't you?

[trudge]

I'd only make the best blanket fort for you, Zev.

[ He crawls into the tent and settles across from Zevran, his own hand instinctively moving to curl his fingers around the elf's. He's the one that brought up Fergus in the first place, so he can't really fault Zevran for carrying on the conversation. ]

Yeah, we were. I always looked up to him, you know? Always wanted to be as cool and strong as my older brother. I — [ He pauses, looks at Zevran and then up at the angled ceiling of their makeshift tent. ] I miss him. I miss all of them.

[crowkiller]

[any other circumstance and he would have dropped it. He doesn't like talking about this sort of thing either, but he can't leave Rowan in the dark about this. As Rowan speaks he can't help but smile at the fondness in his voice when he speaks of his brother. He does feel a little guilty though when his eyes leave him for the ceiling. He squeezes his hand.]

He misses you too.

[A pause and he shifts closer.]

He's alive, Rowan.