Dominic took a pull from the burnished flagon and tilted his head in an effort to spot his friends. The melee's tide turned on the trio and Dominic decided the best place for him to be (since achieving the door was impossible) was under a table. Crockery and glassware fragments were everywhere and the floor grew sticky with spilled spirits. His own flask had rolled by and he'd grabbed it; being drunk if and when the constabulary arrived seemed like a better idea than sobriety.
He didn't know why his magic hadn't worked. Dominic attributed it to something one of the two elves had done in order to even the odds at the outset. He spotted Eldric, who nimbly dodged one of the troubadours swinging a lute at his head. The instrument struck the man behind the blond mage; Eldric grinned like a madman. He heard a 'whoop' and poked his head out; Alim swung from a candelabrum in the ceiling and looked as if he was having the time of his life. 'How did he get up there?' Dominic crouched; a shoe sailed past his head. He was about to withdraw to his makeshift shelter when he saw them.
Two elves; one had the face from his dreams the last few nights – Zevran. His arms were wrapped around the other in an affectionate embrace. The Antivan might have been whispering to his companion; or not – the body language between the two was now unmistakable. Abruptly hard, Dominic watched as Zevran lead his partner to the private rooms, only to dart back and retrieve something from the table he now noticed nestled in the niche. Zevran paused, surveyed the scene and saw Dominic. He inclined his head in recognition but the elf's smirk was enough of an indication he had no remorse over a missed opportunity. It was the smile of a man well contented. Then he was gone.
No amount of wishing would make the ache between his legs go away, so Dominic took a drink out of frustration. And another. And another. "Fucking elves," he muttered. "Fucking elves."
Feedback is welcome and encouraged (a critique is just as valued as praise).
I'd give all my worldly goods (and my soul, if they'd take it) to Bioware and David Gaider in exchange for Zevran being mine (all mine!), but until they accept my "offer", all rights to their characters and the Dragon Age universe belong to them. Thank you, DG, for creating Zevran – in all my years of playing MUDs, MUSHs, RPGs and MMOs, he's the only character who ever inspired me to write anything (such as it is).
