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( Cut for exposition )
[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.
[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.
