Zevran Arainai (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2017-11-04 07:14 pm
crowkiller) wrote in driftfleet2017-11-04 07:14 pm
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Can't spell 'fun' without cannibals!
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.]
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.]
no subject
I'll stay as long as you'll have me.
[Here in this room or at his side. Zevran would not leave him on his own accord. He had been hooked the moment this man gave him mercy, and he wouldn't trade that for all the gold in the world. He smiles against Rowan's skin before he falls back against the pillows and the floor, and brings Rowan down with him.]
no subject
[ Things like that should be evidence enough that he feels something beyond the mutual agreement of carnal pleasures. Of course he's also so well versed in sarcasm and dry humor that it could very well be a joke as well. But they both know, deep down in the pit of their hearts where they keep their secrets. Their unsaid words that find themselves intermingled with teasing and jokes.
Rowan follows the motion easily, ending with his head resting against Zevran's chest and his arms still wrapped around him. The rhythmic beat of his heart mirrors his own, soothes him more than it should. Now would be the perfect time to tell him how he feels, to tell him all his regrets and how he wishes he could see the future, see what could have been.
Instead, he lets his eyes shut, his breathing slow. Better to dream than to admit so much aloud. ]