Story: I want to Discuss Something Personal

Dir En a Human Female Rogue/Alistair/Zevran

What would happen if Zevran thought he was going to win Dir En's heart? And was 'let down' for another after propositioning her? Would the cocky arrogance of the Antivan Crow want revenge for coming in Second to Alistair?

Dir En knew she had to speak with Zevran, she knew that the elf unfortunately saw her as more then a friend. She scolded herself for not seeing the signs and not stopping it when it started. But then Alistair confessed his love to her...and the rose, oh the rose was so romantic and Alistair so sweet. It was like he was a prince come to sweep her off her feet in a fairytale. Of course he was a prince that didn't want to be king and the fairy's were dark spawn that they needed to kill so that the world would be saved. Even with that their paths fit better then her and an assassin. She was a Teryn's daughter after all, she couldn't go running off with an assassin.

Zevran was nice enough, handsome, exciting and full of compliments which she ate up as any woman would but that life would not be for her not if she looked at it logically. Yet, right now logic wasn't doing anything for her torn heart. She had told Alistair that she chose him and that she was going to tell Zevran that they were only friends. ~this isn't going to go well, I just know it~ Dir En thought to herself as she walked up to Zevran and he turned to smile at her.

"Zevran, I want to discuss something personal"

"Tsk, look at you so tired...do you know what you need?"

"Zevran I..."

The Antivan didn't want to let her get a word in edge wise "why don't we retire to your tent and I show you the massage skills that one learns only in an Antivan whore house"

"Zevran..please"

He finally allowed her to speak "Yes my dear warden what is it?"

"I can't...there is someone else"

He had been stabbed before, this time it was deeper, the wound more painful then anything that bleed before. "Ahh...I see. Well then forget what I said and let us go on with what we were doing mm?" he smiled covering up the pain. He wasn't going to show this human woman how hurt he was, not now. "You have a good rest Warden and we will get to killing dark spawn yet again in the morning" he bid her adieu and slipped into his tent, sitting down on his bedroll. He waited as still as he could be listening to her he wanted to make sure she left the vicinity of his tent before he broke down.

Dir En wanted to go in with him, to hold him to tell him she still wanted him as her friend but she knew that in itself would hurt him more...at least for now she was going to give him time. Hopefully he would come around. She turned and walked back to Alistair's tent where the other Grey warden stood with open arms to wrap around her. He knew this was hard for her but he wasn't going to share her with anyone. He helped her into his tent so that they could hold each other and comfort each other for they didn't know if either of them would make it out of this blight alive.

In his tent, Zevran had let the tears fall and the anger rise. He had never been second to any one; he had always gotten the girl or the man; of course this was different he had actually fallen in love with her just like he did with Rinna. With Rinna he couldn't go back...this time Dir En wasn't just going to turn her back on him...he was going to make her see his love even if it killed her.

He pulled his pack over to him, pulling out some vials of poison. He smiled when he found the three he needed. His mind went back to a time that his master schooled him on this technique. If done correctly the poison would hit a certain time after given and it wouldn't kill; it would put the subject to sleep and into a more agreeable state.

~My dear Grey Warden it's not over yet~ he smiled to himself blowing out the oil lamp in his tent and settling down to sleep.

To be continued.