The bar was surprisingly quiet when they entered, Isabela eagerly awaiting their arrival at the foot of the stairs. She bounced once, quirked her finger for them to follow, and bounded up the stairs. When they entered her room, she waved her hand towards the collection of black leather on the bed. "It's finished!" she beamed, grinning. "I've always liked the sharp and unapproachable air to your armor, so I've kept that but less. . . well, less armory. You are attending a party of course." She tapped her chin. "And I've bared a bit of skin. I've always thought you could use a bit more 'baring' if you know what I mean."
Fenris raised a brow walking over to the outfit, inspecting it. "Well, I don't mind the color." He said looking at Hawke and Isabella.
"Put it on," Zevran purred, winking as he strode into the center of the room.
Isabela seemed to notice him for the first time, pausing to size the elf up. "That is not Zevran," she said softly, quirking an interested brow. "And I really like that." "Ouch," Zevran laughed. "I'm not sure how I feel about that." "I can make it feel better," Isabela winked, backing him into the wall.
Fenris growled quietly, walking over to Isabella and Zevran. Once again removing the pirate wench from Zevran. He frowned. "Please don't touch Zevran Isabella, it took me a good hour and a half to paint his new tattoos and I don't want to have to do it again." Fenris said shooing her away. He turned to Hawke. "I'm going to get dressed, please keep everyone out, and don't let Isabella touch Zevran." Fenris said, that last part of the sentence sounding a tad protective.
Hawke smiled. "Alright you heard his Lord Broodyship, everybody out." Hawke said gathering everyone making them leave the room. Once everybody was out and the door closed Fenris sighed removing his old armor to put on Isabella's outfit.
Roughly 10 minutes later Fenris emerged from Isabella's room wearing her creation. The black leather hugged his body tightly. Slit were cut up the sides of his legs, showing tantalizing amounts of skin every time he moved. Curved pieces were cut out along his hips, thankfully avoiding many of his markings. His arms were covered with a series of black straps held tight with ornate silver buckles. The leather was very fitted through his throat, decorative and angled pieces resting against his jaw and lower cheeks. Isabela has thoughtfully provided him with gauntlets, but these were crafted from softer leather. They were ridged just like his own set, but they would never do any damage. The woman, possibly without thinking, has put him in shoes however. The leather boots were very thin and flexible, geometric patterns cut out in pleasing shapes that emphasized his long leg line, but now his toes and heels were no longer in contact with the stone.
The pirate growled low in her throat, her fingers tightening on her arms as he emerged. "That's it, Hawke. I need both elves in my bedroom. Now."
Zevran stared shamelessly, biting into his lower lip as a faint blush touched his cheeks. When he met Fenris's gaze, he quickly looked away.
Hawke looked at Zevran, Fenris, and Isabella. "Maker give the boys strength." She said to herself. She looked at Fenris and Zevran, although as much as she didn't want to say this she did anyway. "Fenris, Zevran, follow Isabella." She said.
Fenris stared in horror. "Hawke you must be joking!" He said moving away from Isabella, walking briskly over to Zevran.
Zevran instinctively reached out and grabbed Fenris's arms, holding him protectively. "I'm sorry, my friend, but no," he said, golden eyes flashing. "This is the one time I cannot obey."
Isabela stared a moment, smirked, then spoke. "Oooooh, I see how it is." Fenris looked down at the floor. He mumbled loud enough for Isabella to hear but not loud enough to know what he was saying.
Hawke looked at Fenris, then up at Isabella. "Maker please don't do what I think your going to do Fenris." She thought to herself, waiting to see what would happen.
Apparently unaware or unbothered by the danger, Isabela smirked and moved to drape her arms over both elves' shoulders. "Don't worry, I can totally accommodate both of you and your. . . needs. I understand how it works."
"Isabela," Zevran started, his tone warning as he glanced to Fenris.
Fenris quickly glared up at Isabella, then grabbing hold of both her arms he slammed her against a closed door, his lyrium brands in full glow. "You will never touch me or Zevran again whore. Especially Zevran. If you so much as look at him I will rip your heart out. Am I understood?" He said his voice protective and angry.
She started to laugh, her smile faltering as she realized that she was in very real danger. Isabela shrugged and nervously laughed, looking away. "Alright, big boy. Alright. I understand."
Zevran lightly touched his friend's arm. "Let her go. It's alright," he murmured into the elf's ears, his voice soothing.
Fenris looked back at Zevran before looking at Isabella. He sighed releasing Isabella, then turned to face Zevran. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't stand another moment of her touching you." Fenris said loud enough for only Zevran to hear.
Zevran lightly touched Fenris's face, trailing a thumb over his cheek. "She won't," he murmured. "I'm only yours now." Fenris nodded reaching up and holding Zevran's hand.
Hawke stood there. Pretty sure the drama has ended. "Sorry to interrupt but we do have a party to crash." She said.
Fenris growled, releasing Zevran's hand and looked at her. He said nothing. Zevran felt his heart sink as their fingers reluctantly parted. Still he managed a smile and a chuckle. "Of course, Hawke. Let us go make an entrance."
Hawke slightly smiled, she felt bad. Hopefully they survive the night so Fenris and Zevran can be together. She, Varric, Zevran, and Fenris then made there way out of Kirkwal and headed for the party. The garden was lit with thousands of colored glass lanterns by the time they arrived, a whole host of guests in colorful attire floating around the roses. Elves in silken clothes darted nimbly between patrons, offering food and beverages. Music floated down from the ribbon draped balconies, accompanied by the delicate voice of a songstress. Zevran moved happily through the crowd. He had always enjoyed a good spectacle. He had never been invited to a gathering such as this, of course. If and when he did see parties like this, it was always work related. There had always been a mark to kill, which meant no time enjoying the sights and sounds. Hell, most of the time he wasn't allowed to be seen. Right before the main hall were invitation checkers, guarded by four templars.
Hawke stopped. "Maker's breath, its like they knew we were coming." She said turning to face the others.
Fenris growled slightly. "Don't you have an invitation Hawke?" He said slightly annoyed.
Varric chuckled. "Relax. Let your buddy Varric handle this." He withdrew four gold stamped envelopes. "You didn't think I'd left you hanging, did you?"
Fenris saw the invites, he scoffed looking towards the main hall. "Lets just get this over with." He said.
Hawke smiled, taking hold of Zevran's arm and walking towards the main hall, with Varric and Fenris right behind her.
Zevran lightly closed his fingers around her wrist, taking a deep breath. He felt. . . nervous? His heart was fluttering unusually fast and he felt himself drawn back towards the other elf. The Antivan glanced back briefly, biting the inside of his cheek before turning back. Focus. He needed to focus. There were Crows about.
As they neared the Templars, Varric offered the invitations. They hardly glanced at them before ushering thr group into the main garden. Once the group became situated inside, they were immediately eyed by a group of magisters, they had noticed Fenris.