Zevran Arainai (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
antivanleather) wrote2012-09-13 06:52 pm
antivanleather) wrote2012-09-13 06:52 pm
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Second Breath - you take, every move you make I'll be watch'n you.
[He'd been quiet the past few days. Keeping to himself. Studying random bits of lore whenever it caught his fancy, enjoying whatever bits of sweets and coffee that he could. Steadily becoming bored. Were it not for his morning and evening jog around the woods he'd be getting fat. This idle existence did not sit well with him, but then there was an announcement.
A ball.
In two weeks. Zevran had never attended one where it hadn't been part of a job. It would be an amusing diversion from the boredom and, better still, an excellent way to meet more of the newer members of the village and those he hasn't yet mortified. How better to get the word out that he was available as a partner than a quick message on the network? It took some planning. He could plan on occasion, usually never anything that was productive, and this wasn't. It was drama in it's finest form. Romance and humor, his favorite sort of fool to play. He'd met a fellow, a quiet man that had a lovely pet and a stutter. He'd agreed to assist him once Zev promised no harm would come to either of them and that it was all in good fun. Having someone to control the journal's camera for this would help a great deal.
Gathering the requisite materials had taken a day, arranging the path he'd take during the course of the broadcast a few hours. Making certain no one else would be disturbed or present so that they could do this quickly and effectively took a day's worth of observation along the path.
But this morning, bright, early and without shame, a broadcast is sent across the network.]
[Zevran is shirtless, lounging on a luxurious and decadent bed that is covered in silk, sheer crimson fabric hanging behind him to complete the intimacy of the situation. Candles flicker on a fabric covered stand and he grins, a rose between his teeth. He removes the rose and all but purrs to his audience.]
Hello Luceti.
[A rich Antivan accent rolls across the syllables, dramatically and deliberately played up. As he speaks he sits up and starts walking around a corner, the journal following him. The entire time Zev maintains the closest approximation to eye contact as he could.]
Look at yourself, now back to me, now back at yourself, now back to me
Sadly, you aren't with me but if you need an escort for the ball and leave a message on my journal you could be with me.
[ The room goes dark, the screen black save for the glowing of symbols on the floor. There's a flicker over the broadcast a momentary blank space, the sound of doors opening and then the screen is bright. Sunny, even.]
Look down, back up, where are you?
You're on the beach with the elf you could be dancing with in two weeks.
[The camera pans back slowly to show Zevran striding confidently across the beach. It pulls in close again as they both move along the shore.]
What's in your hand? Back at me, I have it, and it's two roses wrapped in poetry you love.
[Zev pulls, from off camera, two roses wrapped in what looked to be handwritten poetry (no actual books of poetry were harmed in the filming of this.) These are offered to his audience with yet another sultry grin.]
Look again,
[A bit of sight of hand and now a familiar baby dragon is curled up in Zevran's arms, cooing.]
The roses are now a baby dragon
Anything is possible when you are escorted by Zevran Arainai.
[ The camera pans back again and Zevran is standing on the bow of the Shinonome.]
I'm on a boat.
Waiting.
[A beat then a sultry wink.]
For you.
A ball.
In two weeks. Zevran had never attended one where it hadn't been part of a job. It would be an amusing diversion from the boredom and, better still, an excellent way to meet more of the newer members of the village and those he hasn't yet mortified. How better to get the word out that he was available as a partner than a quick message on the network? It took some planning. He could plan on occasion, usually never anything that was productive, and this wasn't. It was drama in it's finest form. Romance and humor, his favorite sort of fool to play. He'd met a fellow, a quiet man that had a lovely pet and a stutter. He'd agreed to assist him once Zev promised no harm would come to either of them and that it was all in good fun. Having someone to control the journal's camera for this would help a great deal.
Gathering the requisite materials had taken a day, arranging the path he'd take during the course of the broadcast a few hours. Making certain no one else would be disturbed or present so that they could do this quickly and effectively took a day's worth of observation along the path.
But this morning, bright, early and without shame, a broadcast is sent across the network.]
[Zevran is shirtless, lounging on a luxurious and decadent bed that is covered in silk, sheer crimson fabric hanging behind him to complete the intimacy of the situation. Candles flicker on a fabric covered stand and he grins, a rose between his teeth. He removes the rose and all but purrs to his audience.]
Hello Luceti.
[A rich Antivan accent rolls across the syllables, dramatically and deliberately played up. As he speaks he sits up and starts walking around a corner, the journal following him. The entire time Zev maintains the closest approximation to eye contact as he could.]
Look at yourself, now back to me, now back at yourself, now back to me
Sadly, you aren't with me but if you need an escort for the ball and leave a message on my journal you could be with me.
[ The room goes dark, the screen black save for the glowing of symbols on the floor. There's a flicker over the broadcast a momentary blank space, the sound of doors opening and then the screen is bright. Sunny, even.]
Look down, back up, where are you?
You're on the beach with the elf you could be dancing with in two weeks.
[The camera pans back slowly to show Zevran striding confidently across the beach. It pulls in close again as they both move along the shore.]
What's in your hand? Back at me, I have it, and it's two roses wrapped in poetry you love.
[Zev pulls, from off camera, two roses wrapped in what looked to be handwritten poetry (no actual books of poetry were harmed in the filming of this.) These are offered to his audience with yet another sultry grin.]
Look again,
[A bit of sight of hand and now a familiar baby dragon is curled up in Zevran's arms, cooing.]
The roses are now a baby dragon
Anything is possible when you are escorted by Zevran Arainai.
[ The camera pans back again and Zevran is standing on the bow of the Shinonome.]
I'm on a boat.
Waiting.
[A beat then a sultry wink.]
For you.