Zevran Arainai (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
antivanleather) wrote2012-07-14 08:46 pm
antivanleather) wrote2012-07-14 08:46 pm
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.)
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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[Luke raises an eyebrow at that EXTREMELY inappropriate remark. A Brothel...that served goats? What is that even...]
Are you missing anything, Zev? Tools, artifacts, armor, weapons?
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[Fairly deadpan.]
I would hope no one attempts to make my weapons their own. It would not end terribly well for them.
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[Luke stands]
Come, lets get your things.
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[After a moment Zev flips his journal closed so he might follow.]
Lead on.
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