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

[antivanleather]

[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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[antivanleather]

[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?