There's white things in the air

[crowkiller]

Who: Zevran Arainai and You!!!!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: On the snowy marshmallow planet
When: right the hell now

Throwing Snowballs Instead of heads

[Zevran is busy uh...doing something. The last time he saw snow was in the Frostback Mountains, and even then it wasn't exactly like this. It didn't cover everything, it was cold, and it certainly didn't taste so sweet. But it did form a rather nice chunk in his hand.

He scoops up a bit more, rolls it into a ball between his hands, and lets it fly-- right into someone's face.]

Oh. [Oops. Maybe uh, he didn't think that he would hit anyone.] En garde?

And the Nightmares Can't Be Found

[The nightmares of the last planet are gone, and he is very must trying to take his mind off of things that occurred there. He does this in the only way he knows how-- to drink!

He found the nearest bar, bought a bottle of their top shelf brandy and now well, he needs someone to share it with. Maybe you were alone at the bar, maybe you are with a group of friends at the table. It doesn't matter. Your drinks look a bit empty and so he fills them (unless the person in question is obviously a child. Hot chocolate for you instead).]

Time to relax and enjoy our short time here, yes? [He isn't too excited to leave after that last stop they made.]

They Kiss? Why that looks so unique [Closed to Rowan]

[Zevran is quite excited the day the gift drops came. The box in the cargo bay is wrapped in that odd paper. He tears through it in a hurry, wondering what in the world it could be. He hopes its something useful at least. And what do you know...when he opens the box he sees his dagger. It's obvious that it is his, it wears the Crow's mark and is obviously Antivan made. As soon as it comes into his hands the flame rune on it ignites to life, and surrounds the blade with a magical fire. At least this makes him feel a bit more secure.

He is about to leave the cargo bay with his dagger back on his belt, but then he hears something. A shuffle, and then a bark, and a whimper. He pauses in his step and turns to see another gift, this one in a much larger box. And it's moving.

He takes a few steps towards it. His hand moves the tag over to see who it is for. It's addressed to Rowan. Now, he knows that opening things that aren't his is wrong, but if it's who he thinks it is in this box, then the box won't last long enough for him to grab Rowan and come back to the Cargo bay. So he pulls the bow loose, and as soon as that is done the giant Mabari war hound leaps out of the box and tackles Zevran onto his back. He is frozen for a moment before he feels a wet nose on his cheek and a even wetter tongue across his face.]

Why? Why must you go for the face?

[He mutters between before he laughs and his hand goes to the dog's jowls to push him away. Instead the dog just lies on top of him and Zevran lets out a loud sigh. Guess he isn't getting up. With a bit of a struggle he takes out his phone to text Rowan.]

You should come see what I found.

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[crowkiller]

What?

[Present??? What?????

He sheaths his blade and the fire disappears. While it isn't the first present that Rowan has given him, he's still always surprised when it happens.]

Why?

[trudge]

What do you mean why? Seems like everyone else is giving gifts — I figured why not.

[ Don't look a him like that??? ]

I can return it, if you want.

[crowkiller]

[Look


He's still not use to it okay.]

No- I didn't mean to sound ungrateful. I'm just....you still surprise me. [His smile returns as he places his dagger back at his belt.]

I actually have something for you as well, it's back in the room.

[trudge]

Even after all the things I threw at you during our adventures? Surely it can't be that surprising.

[ He's surprised it's not boring, honestly. He starts to stand up. ]

Oh? You hid it right under my nose?

[crowkiller]

Guess I'm still not use to it.

[Never boring, he just isn't use to being spoiled. He watches him for a moment. His eyes flickering up his figure and setting on his face. Maker, he could never grow tired or bored of this man and his antics.

He stands up after a moment.]

Best place to hide something, amor.

[trudge]

Guess you better start, then.

[ He laughs, watching his insane Mabari run in circles around the two of them as they talk. ]

Must be. Because I hid your present there, too.

[crowkiller]

See? It's a fine place to hide something.

[He can't help but laugh at that. Good rogues really do think alike. He extends his hand out to him.

Thinking about it now, their room might be feeling a little crowded now.]

Think Atroma brought a dog bed?

[trudge]

[ Still better than their tents back home, let's be honest. ]

That may be asking for a bit too much. [ He takes Zevran hand and starts leading them out with Bitey hot on their heels. ] We could always give up some of our fort...

[crowkiller]

[He sighs a little dramatically but he nods.]

I suppose some sacrifices must be made. Too bad Atroma couldn't give us a bigger room, but at least you are use to sleeping with hounds.

[trudge]

The alternative is not sharing a room, but I refuse to even entertain that idea.

[ UM WOW EXCUSE YOU. ]

Do you think Fereldans always sleep with their dogs? Because you're right. Hope you enjoyed the cuddling while it lasted; Bitey is about to take your place.

[crowkiller]

Is that not how the old stereotype goes?

[But still he pouts when he hears that last part. He looks down, giving Bitey a pointed glance.]

Maybe we can fit that crate in the room....

[trudge]

That, and we sleep on piles of dirt. Also true.

[ Bitey whines, ears lowering while Rowan just laughs and tugs Zevran closer, kissing the top of his head. ]

Now, now, you don't have to fight over me. You can share.

[crowkiller]

I know that one is most definitely true.

[His tone is serious, but the grin on his face says otherwise. His arms curls around Rowan's waist, his fingers holding onto his belt.]

Hm.....our bed just became much smaller.

[trudge]

[ Before he became a Grey Warden it was only partially true. That last year of his life though, he really lived up to the standards people have apparently set for dirty gross Ferelden natives.

Bitey barks happily, tail wagging as he runs up and down the hall behind them. Rowan's casually strolling back to their room, an arm still resting around the elf's shoulders. ]

You could just sleep on top of me.

[crowkiller]

Hmmmm....

[He smirks now. His hip bumps against Rowan's as they near their room.]

I like the sound of that.

[trudge]

I figured you might.

[ He opens the door. Bitey nearly knocks them over trying to get inside to sniff all of the blankets and pillows they have scattered on the floor. ]

You usually end up on top of me anyway. [ a beat. ] Or under. I guess it doesn't technically matter.

[crowkiller]

I suppose not. As long as he doesn't take over the bed.

[Which earns Bitey a Look. The dog just might seeing as Rowan can't say no. He watches the dog move around sniffing everything, and while he does that he heads over to a corner of the room where he kept his things. He rustles through the pile of stuff before he pulls out a rectangular box.]

I meant to save this for Wintersend, but who knows where we will be then.

[trudge]

He won't. [ Probably. Maybe. We'll see.

Rowan isn't sure who to keep his eyes on now that Bitey an Zevran have wandered off to different parts of the room. The former seems occupied enough though, so he eventually settles his gaze on Zevran — and then to the box he's holding. ]

A planet of box hating weirdos, with our luck. [ Is he allowed to open it? He looks at the elf expectantly. ]

[crowkiller]

[Zevran's eyes flicker to the box and then back to Rowan before he extends his hands out and motions for him to take it.]

That would be oddly specific and very strange.

[A smile starts on his lips as he watches. While it isn't a Fereldan lute, it is still well crafted and he hopes it will serve it's purpose.]

[trudge]

[ And take it he does! ]

We were magically transported to space and landed on a planet of cannibals. I wouldn't be surprised.

[ He gingerly opens the box, takes out the lute and — for a solid thirty seconds — just kind of... stares at it. When he realizes that the words he thought he said have rudely caught themselves in his throat, Rowan finally pipes up. ] Maker's breath, it's beautiful. [ He plucks at a string. ]

[crowkiller]

[When the silence hits his eyebrows raise. Was something wrong? He hoped not. Maybe he could return it and find something better. This really was a terrible decision, he was so bad at gifts--


oh.]

You like it? [He clears his throat.]

I mean it's nothing fancy. I-- it reminded me of you and... [Maker, it's getting hot in here.] I'm glad you like it.

[trudge]

[ he plucks a few more strings, forming the start of a scale to test the tuning. ]

I love it. [ He grins, leaning over to press a soft, quick kiss to Zevran's lips. ] Let me get your gift, then I'll play you something. [ NO TIME TO OBJECT. Rowan sets the lute down carefully and scurries off to another corner of the room. He returns a few seconds later with a small box. ]

[crowkiller]

Wha-

[Oh. He didn't except a song to go along with it. When Rowan kisses him he can't help but lean as he draws away, just so they can linger for a moment longer. He watches as the other hurries off. Guess they both liked to hide things in corners, he would remember that. His eyebrows raise again as his head tilts and he stares at the box.]

What is it? [He smiles as he reaches out for it.]

[trudge]

Open it.

[ Inside the box is a set of stupidly fancy daggers Rowan clearly spent way too much (re: all of it) money on. ] Had I know you were already getting knives, I would have tried to be more original.

[crowkiller]

[His eyes light up when he sees what is inside the box. His smile widens and he just shakes his head as he picks up one of the daggers, flips it in the air, and catches it again.]

Amor, when have I ever said no to a blade?

[Never. Besides he likes the thought of spilling blood with something that Rowan has given him. He smiles as he leans in and gives Rowan a kiss in gratitude.]

They are perfect.