Title: Cameo
Disclaimer: BioWare owns all; I just play in their pond.
Related Twice Bitten Chapter: Nine – Sword and Song
POV: Isabela
Characters: Isabela
Author's Notes: Never let it be said that the sharpest blade in Llomeryn left a favor unreturned. Note: though we're on the Origins timeline, I can no longer see Isabela as anyone but the "dusky goddess" from Kirkwall.
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Not to mention the sharpest wit in Llomeryn, sweetheart. And elsewhere.
I'm always thoroughly confused at the hang-ups some people have. Take him, for example. Warden-Commander of Ferelden, Zev said he is. Looks it, too; strong and commanding, even if I'm more interested in the young and the delectable.
What? I wouldn't be in the Pearl of all places if I wasn't after the kind of fun you can only find ashore.
He leans so casually, and perhaps he really is interested in learning from me, but it's plain on his face what he truly wants. Every time he looks at Zevran, it's right there, but even I can see the poor man wouldn't have the first clue. I have got to get round to doing up those illustrations. Lonely souls and tuber farmers everywhere will thank me, I'm sure.
And what in the world has happened to Zevran? If he hadn't been seen offing the old man he could have come with me, and I'd lay odds he'd have seen it on the man's face as well. But he's completely oblivious, even if I can tell he's been thinking the same thing for twice as long.
Honestly, Ferelden is the last place in Thedas anyone would need to be restrained, though it is a shame I won't be on the receiving end when the cork finally pops for that Warden. Hmm. Perhaps I should suggest trading the duel for a drink. Or eight.
No, that won't work. More's the pity. He has to know, doesn't he? Might be worth the price of the ticket just to see the look on his face if I told him just what he's thinking.
Ooh, he is a bit more nimble than I'd given him credit for with the bulk on his shoulders. Quick study, too, even if he does insist on the length of a sword in one hand. Mmm, now I have to think about the length of his other sword. Possibly in his other hand. It's entirely his fault, really, going topless to a workout. Maybe I should try that sometime, see what it gets me.
Oh, now this is delicious. He's looking everywhere but at Zevran. And Zev can't take his eyes off the man. Andraste's perky nipples, elf, why aren't you touching him? He's right here! Why does it so often take a set of tits to show a man what he's really after?
Augh. At least we're not having any issues with the mainsails. I did tell them they weren't getting a lesson for nothing.
I wonder how long it will be before they realize they ought to thank me.