I think the whole excitement and maybe some of the blood alcohol content makes themselves noticeable again. Maybe I should better take a seat. While my glance runs through my bedroom in search of a possible opportunity to sit. I directly discard my bed. That would by far be the worst idea of the century, sitting alone with Zev on my very conformable bed. No way! Don t even think about that, Sarah!
So there is only the desk left with the chair I wanted to exchange months ago, but then the whole Fenris thing was happening...
Slowly I walk through the room to the small wooden table and let myself flop on the chair. A short sound of pain escapes my mouth as my bottom hits the hard pad. Direly my admonishing look hits Zevran s face, right before he could come up with a saucy slogan instead of that he is only smirking. It almost seems like he is lost in thoughts...
As Zev reaches the table too he takes the wine bottle in his hand and examines it with a professional look, leaning laxly against the table.
Of course Legolas has followed us, takes a seat to never leave the elf out of his eyes and stares him into the ground. I pat his head: Alright, princeling. He relaxes in that very moment, turns around a few times; then he falls to the floor with a loud puff. His mighty head placed on his pranks.
May I ? Zevran smiles and winks at me. Like out of nowhere, he produces a small knife, probably from a hidden pocket in his leather armor and uncorks the wine faster than my eye can see it.
He takes a good sip out of the bottle. Well, this a very good drop, bella. Makes thinking much easier, yes. He purrs so seductively, while I stare hypnotized and probably very dumbass on his Adam's apple.
But to be honest, down under nothing happens; there is only the want to resolve the problem with Fenris. I m not complete without him. Even when I did not have the chance to date him, in the game, I took him everywhere with me. The Quests in which he was not part of my group could be counted at the fingers of one hand.
First I nod but then it strikes me that I don t know why I m nodding: What are you thinking about? Well! About a plan how you can get back your elf ! He answers with a good portion of sarcasm I cannot ignore in his voice then he hands me the bottle.
I grab it out of reflex and while I take a swig out of the bottle, I think about the fact that I would have surely fainted only days ago. I mean HELLO, I m drinking out of the same bottle as Zevran Arainai and not dying from a heart attack. Does that mean you wanna help me? He takes the wine out of my hands and while doing that his warm fingers stroke softly over mine without any purpose, of course!
He nods: And I have already an idea. A few evenings later So you really think that this could work, Zev? While taking a deep breath I try to control my way too excited heartbeat. Come on Sarah, this must work and you know that the plan comes out of a mastermind and the best Assassin you know. It will work! It has to! Now we only have to wait. And of course Zevran is right. Some minutes later, Isabela saunters past us, decked out and for sure breathtakingly beautiful. I hear the sound of the drunken guys who scream for Isabela to stop but then the wooden door falls in the lock creaking and the naughty shouts stop dead.
She does not notice us, because we are hiding in that small lane between the Hanged Man and another house. Zev wears his leather armor and a black robe, the hood pulled deeply into his face and he stands very close to me. He smells indeed like cinnamon and orange, like he did in our foursome, I mean in my fantasy. How interesting I think, while his lips get dangerously close to my earlobe: I can clearly smell that you are exited, Champione, which I find very hot. He whispers while pressing his pelvis against mine. Without thinking for one second I push him away staring him into the ground: So you forget about our mission? You will find your enjoyment anytime soon, Zev. I warn him and look in the direction Isabela went. He raises his hands, glances at me with innocent eyes and purrs a silent: Fair enough, Tigre! Alright then let s get started. He shoves me out of the alley before I enter the tavern I take one last look at my clothes.
I wear my tight black leather pants, with it a white tunic and around my waist a black corset. My brown hair falls silkily over my shoulders. Zevran is a god in style. I chuckle while I think about how he would earn his money in my world and how all the stars would go crazy to be styled by him. To say it with other words I look extremely sexy and am feeling like that. Fenris should see what he is missing if he keeps playing the sorehead.
Go, you know the plan and I know Isabela , with these words he pushes me again towards the door. Trust me. I hear him saying while I enter the Hanged Man, but all the noises of the guys and girls who are searching for amusement make my ears go numb. Nervously I play with the pommel as I walk through the tavern to find a free table or hopefully Varric. But the dwarf is not there but there is one space left in a corner. Perfect! As I pass the counter I order a glass of wine for myself. Greeting the people who nod at me and then I find my chosen seat. While I m waiting, I spy the people and I have to admit that I still like it. I used to do it back than in my old life. The men try so desperately to get the woman of their choice, while the girl has already laid her eyes on another hunk hours ago. And the girls try to look their best by brushing seductively over their hair and adjust their d collet . As time goes by my glass becomes more and empty like the tavern becomes emptier. Only some drunkards are still left and I become wary watching the door. In the very next moment the door opens and Zevran enters the Hanged Man, without the robe because all the women and some men lay eyes now on him and this tight amour. He ambles to the counter and it notice that within the blink of an eye a busty woman stays beside him and makes sheep's eyes at him. He tends his head to the side and whispers her something in her ear. Her mouth falls open wide and she blushes. But her next action is to run to the guestrooms while going she turns around and blinks at him. It nearly felt like watching the Discovery Channel something with the title: Hunt and bring down game or similar. Zevran gives the barkeeper some coins out of his pocket, takes his glass of wine, turns around and walks towards my table.
I see you found yourself a little game for tonight. I say as he glides on the chair across from me.
Not really, Bellisima , he snorts theatric: Since you are not available to me I have to wait for Isabela. He leans back in his chair and takes a good sip of wine, just to spit it into the corner with disgust the very next moment.
I laugh out loud: C'mon, Zev, I m sure you had worse things in your mouth before than that, right? For saying this I get an appreciatively smirk by Zevran.
You know what? This elf does not know what he misses; you are a real ragazza, Sarah. Wow was that the first time he calls me by my given name? Does that mean I m his friend now?
At once a small petite woman walks past our table and takes a seat on a now free table.
HOLY SHIT! This is Varania I look again at the red haired elven girl just to make sure if it s truly her and for a moment her beautiful big green eyes flit over my face, she is definitely his sister,. OK, Sarah, you have an ace up your sleeve: Zevran! And he directly feels that something is amiss, he leans on the table and whispers: What is wrong? Who is this elven girl? While I get through the quest in mind and count the enemies I think about how to tell Zev what will happing very soon. D j -vu, if they know what that is?
We don t know each other that long, but I hope that you will trust me, forget our plan, in a short time not a single stone will be left unturned, believe me. I hiss in his ear. He looks at me thoughtfully: Always at your service, Bellezza, then he smiles at me and for this short moment I relax and feel totally safe, even if I know that in some minute the purest chaos will be happening .
So there is only the desk left with the chair I wanted to exchange months ago, but then the whole Fenris thing was happening...
Slowly I walk through the room to the small wooden table and let myself flop on the chair. A short sound of pain escapes my mouth as my bottom hits the hard pad. Direly my admonishing look hits Zevran s face, right before he could come up with a saucy slogan instead of that he is only smirking. It almost seems like he is lost in thoughts...
As Zev reaches the table too he takes the wine bottle in his hand and examines it with a professional look, leaning laxly against the table.
Of course Legolas has followed us, takes a seat to never leave the elf out of his eyes and stares him into the ground. I pat his head: Alright, princeling. He relaxes in that very moment, turns around a few times; then he falls to the floor with a loud puff. His mighty head placed on his pranks.
May I ? Zevran smiles and winks at me. Like out of nowhere, he produces a small knife, probably from a hidden pocket in his leather armor and uncorks the wine faster than my eye can see it.
He takes a good sip out of the bottle. Well, this a very good drop, bella. Makes thinking much easier, yes. He purrs so seductively, while I stare hypnotized and probably very dumbass on his Adam's apple.
But to be honest, down under nothing happens; there is only the want to resolve the problem with Fenris. I m not complete without him. Even when I did not have the chance to date him, in the game, I took him everywhere with me. The Quests in which he was not part of my group could be counted at the fingers of one hand.
First I nod but then it strikes me that I don t know why I m nodding: What are you thinking about? Well! About a plan how you can get back your elf ! He answers with a good portion of sarcasm I cannot ignore in his voice then he hands me the bottle.
I grab it out of reflex and while I take a swig out of the bottle, I think about the fact that I would have surely fainted only days ago. I mean HELLO, I m drinking out of the same bottle as Zevran Arainai and not dying from a heart attack. Does that mean you wanna help me? He takes the wine out of my hands and while doing that his warm fingers stroke softly over mine without any purpose, of course!
He nods: And I have already an idea. A few evenings later So you really think that this could work, Zev? While taking a deep breath I try to control my way too excited heartbeat. Come on Sarah, this must work and you know that the plan comes out of a mastermind and the best Assassin you know. It will work! It has to! Now we only have to wait. And of course Zevran is right. Some minutes later, Isabela saunters past us, decked out and for sure breathtakingly beautiful. I hear the sound of the drunken guys who scream for Isabela to stop but then the wooden door falls in the lock creaking and the naughty shouts stop dead.
She does not notice us, because we are hiding in that small lane between the Hanged Man and another house. Zev wears his leather armor and a black robe, the hood pulled deeply into his face and he stands very close to me. He smells indeed like cinnamon and orange, like he did in our foursome, I mean in my fantasy. How interesting I think, while his lips get dangerously close to my earlobe: I can clearly smell that you are exited, Champione, which I find very hot. He whispers while pressing his pelvis against mine. Without thinking for one second I push him away staring him into the ground: So you forget about our mission? You will find your enjoyment anytime soon, Zev. I warn him and look in the direction Isabela went. He raises his hands, glances at me with innocent eyes and purrs a silent: Fair enough, Tigre! Alright then let s get started. He shoves me out of the alley before I enter the tavern I take one last look at my clothes.
I wear my tight black leather pants, with it a white tunic and around my waist a black corset. My brown hair falls silkily over my shoulders. Zevran is a god in style. I chuckle while I think about how he would earn his money in my world and how all the stars would go crazy to be styled by him. To say it with other words I look extremely sexy and am feeling like that. Fenris should see what he is missing if he keeps playing the sorehead.
Go, you know the plan and I know Isabela , with these words he pushes me again towards the door. Trust me. I hear him saying while I enter the Hanged Man, but all the noises of the guys and girls who are searching for amusement make my ears go numb. Nervously I play with the pommel as I walk through the tavern to find a free table or hopefully Varric. But the dwarf is not there but there is one space left in a corner. Perfect! As I pass the counter I order a glass of wine for myself. Greeting the people who nod at me and then I find my chosen seat. While I m waiting, I spy the people and I have to admit that I still like it. I used to do it back than in my old life. The men try so desperately to get the woman of their choice, while the girl has already laid her eyes on another hunk hours ago. And the girls try to look their best by brushing seductively over their hair and adjust their d collet . As time goes by my glass becomes more and empty like the tavern becomes emptier. Only some drunkards are still left and I become wary watching the door. In the very next moment the door opens and Zevran enters the Hanged Man, without the robe because all the women and some men lay eyes now on him and this tight amour. He ambles to the counter and it notice that within the blink of an eye a busty woman stays beside him and makes sheep's eyes at him. He tends his head to the side and whispers her something in her ear. Her mouth falls open wide and she blushes. But her next action is to run to the guestrooms while going she turns around and blinks at him. It nearly felt like watching the Discovery Channel something with the title: Hunt and bring down game or similar. Zevran gives the barkeeper some coins out of his pocket, takes his glass of wine, turns around and walks towards my table.
I see you found yourself a little game for tonight. I say as he glides on the chair across from me.
Not really, Bellisima , he snorts theatric: Since you are not available to me I have to wait for Isabela. He leans back in his chair and takes a good sip of wine, just to spit it into the corner with disgust the very next moment.
I laugh out loud: C'mon, Zev, I m sure you had worse things in your mouth before than that, right? For saying this I get an appreciatively smirk by Zevran.
You know what? This elf does not know what he misses; you are a real ragazza, Sarah. Wow was that the first time he calls me by my given name? Does that mean I m his friend now?
At once a small petite woman walks past our table and takes a seat on a now free table.
HOLY SHIT! This is Varania I look again at the red haired elven girl just to make sure if it s truly her and for a moment her beautiful big green eyes flit over my face, she is definitely his sister,. OK, Sarah, you have an ace up your sleeve: Zevran! And he directly feels that something is amiss, he leans on the table and whispers: What is wrong? Who is this elven girl? While I get through the quest in mind and count the enemies I think about how to tell Zev what will happing very soon. D j -vu, if they know what that is?
We don t know each other that long, but I hope that you will trust me, forget our plan, in a short time not a single stone will be left unturned, believe me. I hiss in his ear. He looks at me thoughtfully: Always at your service, Bellezza, then he smiles at me and for this short moment I relax and feel totally safe, even if I know that in some minute the purest chaos will be happening .