Zevran walked alongside Elissa. Her long chocolate hair tied up in a loose bun at the nape of her neck. Tendrils of loose hair falling in front of her creamy oval face. She truly was a noble beauty. If he was inclined to do so, he would have wooed her as soon as he had met her. But he was no fool. He could see the way she and Alistair were together. How every night at camp they would sit by the campfire talking about mind numbingly boring things. He couldn't stand it. In fact he would call sketch, Elissa's fierce mabari hound, into his tent and have him snore the noise out.
And yet he couldn't be happier for them.
Did he love their leader? He did, but even he could see when he was beat. A fool could only miss the growing care between the two.
And so walking through Denerim Market Zevran swore to himself, he would help Alistair in any way possible. Hopefully, receiving a few blushes and grumbles in return.
It was always a laugh to see how Alistair would react whenever someone would mention anything remotely to do with sex. Tis why Zevran liked him so much as a friend, although he had the slightest hint Alistair didn't feel the same in return.
"So Zev, do you think he likes me? I mean as in you know…?" Elissa asked. Her face a pale pink.
"Indeed I do my fearless commander; he would be insane not to like a creature like you." He replied. He knew he was beat, but that didn't mean he couldn't try.
Leliana came bounding up behind us, wrapping her arms around the warden's neck. "OOO I think it's so cute, you and Alistair, I can tell he wants you Lis! You're a fool not to see it" She said beaming at Zev. He could never understand his attraction to the bard. It was nothing in comparison to his feelings for Elissa, but still she would have him hanging on every word she said, believing anything she said.
"Lissa…" came the soft needing moan from behind. And the awkward cough from Wynne. He turned around to see Alistair, his eyes wide and his face a brilliant scarlet red. He couldn't help the inward laugh that rushed through his body. It seemed our Templar friend is daydreaming again he thought quietly to himself.
"Did you just moan my name?" she asked slight amusement in her voice. He could see the joy in her eyes at the possibility of him thinking of her. Although he knew it wasn't a possibility, more like for definite.
"Oh yes about that, you see I was thinking about, umm, that night we were talking for ages about cheese and when you said your favourite was cheddar and mine is Blue cheese, and I was moaning in disapproval"
The liar! Why would you deny your love to one of the most beautiful creatures in Ferelden? I shall have to have a word with him later in camp.
By the look on Alistair's face he could tell he was caught out. And yet Zevran couldn't pass this opportunity to tease the ex-Templar for all his worth.
"I think what our, Templar friend is trying to say is, you were both enjoying a quiet evening in his tent, no?"
At this Alistair's face turned a brilliant crimson. Zev winked and looped his arm with Elissa who smiled lovingly at Alistair. But being the clueless fool he was, probably miss took the look. He had so much to learn, and Zev would teach him.
"Does that answer your question about him liking you?" He asked her. Her face redder than normal.
"Indeed, I hope it does" She replied quietly. Zevran couldn't help but smile at the laughter of Wynne Behind them and when he turned to see, Alistair was looking down at the floor ashamed, and Wynne talking animatedly about certain things he could only guess.
It was going to be a long night at camp, he feared.
Zevran paced by the fire. The plump dwarf sitting on the log to his left. Alistair was out fetching fire wood and should be back any minuet whilst he ladies of the camp were away in town getting some essential items.
"Will you sit down? Your giving me a damn headache!"
Oghren just sat there, glugging his ale like there was no tomorrow.
"Maybe you should stop drinking so you can concentrate on the tasks at hand?"
"I concentrate best when I'm drunk elf, and that Nug-humper needs all the help he can get"
"Indeed he does"
And with that Alistair turned around the corner, shirtless carrying a mound of logs. His face was unreadable, no emotion showed on it and he just lay the logs down by Zevrans feet and walked over to his tent. Only turning when Zevran coughed loudly, and motioned for him to come back.
He looked to the two and then at Sten, who shook his head and walked over to the far side of the camp and sat next to Sketch.
Alistair slowly walked over to the two, pulling his shirt on along the way, not trusting the flirtatious elf.
"Yes Zev? You wanted something? "
"Well I and my belching little friend here have decided to help you in your quest to win the heart of our leader, woo her if you will."
"I don't know what you're talking about" He said through gritted teeth, his face a dark pink.
"come now Alistair, Everyone at camp can see you like her, except she herself, that amuses me really, does it not you Oghren?"
"Aye, lil Nug-Humper don't know what's good for him, if you ask me."
Alistair's face reddened. "I'm doing fine on my own thank you."
"It seems so, I mean just earlier she was asking me for a favour, in an area that I am particularly good at, being brought up by Antivan whores. She seemed more than satisfied aswell with the result."
He waited for it to sink through that ruggedly handsome skull. 3, 2, 1…
"what?" he exclaimed, anger surging through him, making him shake and quiver in rage.
"oh dear friend I jest, this is going to be a long night…"
