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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Well if you insist-

[And apparently she does. Zev scrambles a bit so that he can go to the door of his own power, at least.]

[The door slams shut and a few moments later Susan appears in the living room, fully clothed and carrying a journal that Zev had dropped on the floor]

Alright, Zevran was it? Sit and read this.

[She opens up to the guidebook and hands it off before stalking out of the room and into the kitchen]

[Zev may or may not huff a little in disappointment at her being dressed- but after being thrown around like that? He's going to sit and do as he's told. The book is strange, unsettling, and he's more than a little tense as he reads through the guide.

It makes perfect sense, and none whatsoever. At the moment he's frustrated- he'd just freed himself, more or less, and found company he could tolerate, if not endure happily. To be pulled into another situation where he has no power over his actions has his hackles raised- so of course he grits his teeth and paints on a bland smile.]

[Sue returns a few moments later with a couple of tea cups, steaming on a tray with some bread]

Here, have something to eat and drink. It'll do you some good. Any questions so far? Or have you not finished?

This is all very straightforward.

[Best not to ask anything in particular until he's certain the question hasn't already been answered elsewhere. He reaches over idly to accept the cup of tea, sniffing it habitually before taking a sip. What? He's been poisoned over less.]

My clothing, weapons, and other such personal effects are in the stores, yes?

Yes. Though some apparently arrive late sometimes.

[She sips her own tea]

That does pose a complication.

[He sighs and finishes flipping through the information regarding the stores.]

The others in the village know well enough not to take something that isn't theirs, I should hope.

I didn't have any trouble finding mine.

[She shakes her head]

Any other questions? I can show you the shops if you want.

I think I have troubled you more than enough today. Though I would not mind troubling you more- I do not think you are of a mind.

Then...you can see yourself out.

[An exasperated sigh follows]

Sorry. Its...been a rough week. I'll try and check in on you later, but I'm a mess in the mornings.

If this is you as a mess, lovely woman, then your unmessed self must be radiant enough to brighten a room.

[One last little quip before he offers a flourish of a bow and sneaks out the door.]

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