antivanleather | First Cut - It's the deepest, woah [Action/Voice] Backdated to this morning

[Another day dawns and it's normal enough for the village. People laughing, groaning as they wake, brushing their teeth, taking a shower, or sleeping in. Things that are normal enough for anyone that isn't nocturnal.

What might not be normal is the fact that there is, your bed, hammock, or wherever it is that you sleep, an elf.

A tanned, tattooed sleeping elf, all but cuddled up next to whoever's still in bed with him, or curled around a pillow if they've stepped out for the aforementioned shower. The exhausted thing is out cold, wings tucked up against his spine, fingers of one hand curled as though cupping the face of a lover. Or around the hilt of an absent knife. Care to wake him from his deep slumber? Perhaps with a kiss? Or a fist. Whichever comes first.

Later in the day a voice rich with laughter crackles across the network]

-nd it records voice as well? Marvelous! Ah, the wonders of this world shall never cease. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zevran, Zev to my friends, and I was wondering if anyone could point me in the direction of a prime hunting ground. I've recently found my blades and find myself in need of an...exhausting diversion.

(ooc: Breaking time is just fine, and the art linked was drawn by the lovely Plum, Sabriel's mun. Tattoos doodled in by me.)

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[And that smirk deepens and darkens as he studies the elf through his lashes, probing and calculating and hungry. How charming, the cheekiness of this one in a dangerous situation. He chuckles low in his throat.

Isaac’s voice then drops to a husky, conspiring purr pitched to make the heart clench tightly and blood race hot with guilty fantasies. Pitched to change the rhythm of a man’s breathing and to make a woman wet.]

I assure you... you wouldn't have slept at all.

[It’s there, an underlying viciousness, a promise that he would show no tenderness in bed and to a stranger.]

[The bed is unfamiliar, as is the setting, but that expression. That stance and tone- that is more than familiar to Zevran and oddly comfortable for it. An old game. One that he's played many a time and usually he comes out on top. If he doesn't he typically enjoys losing, such as it is.

Zevran's grin widens in turn, and if he shifts in such a way as to appear more inviting to his impromptu host, well. Habit. His ploy in the game. It's a part he knows all too well.]

More the pity that I did not have you here.

[Hooded eyes narrow just slightly and he cocks his head, his smile twisting into a lopsided one. No one had offered themselves to him and with no persuasion unless they’d meant to trick him at his own game, to use him.]

Emboldened whore! [His nose wrinkles in disgust, voice sly and roguish and tinged with no small measure of condescension.] …I should slit your throat --

[Oddly sensual, the thought of a knife sliding along the bare column of his throat; and from the shadows of his crueler former self flickering across his face, it was no empty, teasing threat. This creature was in no position to attempt such games with him, charming as they were.

He glances to Rasetz from the corner of his eye – and sensing his intent, the devil advances towards the bed one deliberate step at a time, hitodama glowing softly. But there is no attack; not yet, at least.]

[Many things Zevran can roll with happily, and many more still he can pretend to enjoy. Verbal degradation falls into the latter category. With as disoriented as he is, and unsettled by the creeping of the tiny golem, he's less inclined to simply grin and bear it. No matter how fascinating his impromptu host might be. Still, an arch look, and arched back for optimal aesthetic appeal, are offered.]

I am not a whore unless you wish to pay for my services. [He probably wouldn't take the payment, he's beyond that now.] Even were you to do so, I am not certain you would be able to afford me. Now if you wish a free sampling of my skills, why, I wouldn't mind that in the slightest.

[No knife under the pillow, nor in his hair. All he has are his hands and voice- he's been in worse situations. At least he isn't naked.]

Payment?

[A nasal chuckle. And there’s that selfishness, that fierceness entering his eyes, the assurance that he could have whomever he pleased, even if it's an inescapable lie. The amusement on his features steadily turns wry.]

‘tis quite… unnecessary. And impossible, furthermore, in a place devoid of any currency. As you likely are aware...

[Subtly shifting his weight from one leg to the other – because standing perfectly still is something he rarely achieves for long - he holds out his hands at his sides.]

‘twould seem my cock is more than enough in the ways of your payment.

['And for the likes of you' hangs in the air, unspoken. An exchange of pleasure; quite simple, really.

Rasetz, coming to a stop, levels the blade for Zevran's throat, watching. But the sword's tip is a few feet away, posing no immediate threat, and the devil itself does not seem tense or restless to strike. If it has any comprehension of the situation beyond the thoughts of its master in regards to attacking or defending, it gives no indication, its red, unblinking eyes glowing like hot coals. Abel on the other hand is a fair bit more expressive.]

Surely that is why you await me in my own bed...

[Endless teasing, here, and even a little jab at himself. No man has ever come unbidden, let alone for sex.]

Edited 2012-07-25 04:24 (UTC)

[Devoid of currency? How can any place be without coin? An individual- quite likely. But an entire township, city, or country? Zev isn't entirely certain exactly where he's woken aside from 'large comfortable bed with a strange magelike host threatening him with body harm and carnal pleasure' at the moment. At least he finds this somewhat agreeable. Though the strange little golem off to the side of the bed is stranger than most things he has seen.

Still, the act continues with an inviting tilt of his head, bearing his neck.]

That depends entirely upon whether or not I find it satisfactory, Ser.

[The little golem was well on it's way to making Zev twitch. He's not sure why he'd be more comfortable if it were larger, much like Shale, but something that small would be quick. Vicious. Difficult to avoid. Well perhaps that was why it left him unsettled. He doesn't show it, however, and allows the sheets to slide further down his torso, ending at his hips.

Still wearing pants, but this would be allure enough for a man with that particular inclination.]

And were I to say I woke here with no memory of how I found my way into your bed?

First Cut - It's the deepest, woah [Action/Voice] Backdated to this morning

Warning for sexual references... and no one was surprised :Ic

I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner. >->

And from here on, tw for language and sexuality

Forever, really. Kiddies look away

Aye.

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