6. Real Threat
Summary: Zesha does not like the situation he's stuck in, being chained to a table. Leilana, on the other hand, is pretty pleased with herself with his discomfort, and she has good reason to. Zesha did attack the Inquisitor, after all, and Leilana isn't exactly a big fan of that. What she doesn't quite realize is that her prisoner might have sparked an interest in her despite her threats to destroy him.
Characters: Zesha, Leilana
Pairings: Onesided ZeshaxLeilana
Zesha frowned as he tested the chains about his wrists, painfully stretching his arms back over his head as he laid on his back, weights attached to the other ends of said chains. His ankles were tied down to the table with chains also, barely giving any opportunity for his knees to bend slightly. He then looked to the ginger-haired captor, a human woman.
"I do have to admit that it is uncomfortable," He rasped, testing the chains about his ankles. "If that is your aim to give me such discomfort, human, then I reluctantly admit you have succeeded in such a thing."
Leilana glared back at him, her eyes cutting straight into his. "You should be given worse," She sneered, her face refusing to hold back any fury. "You attacked the Inquisitor."
Zesha smirked. "And I did poison her, yes? If you hadn't gotten there in time she would have been dead."
Leilana pointed a knife at his throat in an instant. "I should just kill you right now." She snapped, glaring at him. "Perhaps Count Arganan was right in saying that you Gurak are certainly horrid and need to be exterminated."
Zesha didn't bat an eye as he stared up at her, his face contorting slowly into a growl. "And you humans aren't any less horrid?" He snapped in return. "Your kind have destroyed many of my own. And some of you humans have already soiled our holy land with your mere feet. You will all pay for this."
Leilana leaned up close to him after pulling the knife away from him, so that he could only see her eyes glaring right into his.
"And you," Leilana stated in response, "Will not get away with what you did to the Inquisitor that easily."
Zesha smiled. "How can you be so sure, human?" He asked slowly.
Leilana pulled back slightly, her warm breath tickling his face ever so slightly. "When I'm ruthless, it gets me where I need to be. It's something to be proud of." She seemed to grin slightly at that. "And since it helps, why fix it?"
Her eyes met his again. "The real threat to you, Zesha, isn't the Inquisitor. It's me. And you better know that."
Zesha said nothing, studying her carefully. She practically screamed danger from the moment she walked into the room. He could just sense the toxic aura about her. She wasn't so hard like this before, he betted, and she was pretty for a human, too.
Just his type. He liked dangerous.
"Nothing to say?" Leilana questioned, giving him a look.
Zesha merely smiled. "What else is there to say?"
Inside, he was laughing.
You don't know, human. You're not the real threat.
I am.
