3rd Tattoo; video

[bloodyantivan]

[The elf's expression is unreadable for a moment. No, there's worry and seriousness on his face, and he's not quite sure how to change it.

He is sitting on a modest bed - Anders's bed, not his, though not many would know - dressed in a rather attractive burnt orange sweater, slightly too large for his frame.]

--It is appears our friend Anders the healer has returned to Thedas. I believe his kitten went with him, which still leave us here with... two cats, I believe?

Maker watch over them, and all that. [A slight sigh and shake of his head.] I suppose while I have your attention, in the nature of these obnoxious vampire-related messages, I wish to point out that I am not dressing up for Halloween early - I in fact am unfamiliar with the holiday, though I do love a masquerade - nor am I readying Santa's shop, whomever that may be.

I am an elf all of the time, and this gorgeous for every occasion. [With a slight upturning of his lips, he ends the transmission.]

Comments

[antedupmyheart]

I'm sorry to hear it. We've quite a number dealing out of the game lately, it seems.

[bloodyantivan]

[He's genuinely surprised at this particular response.]

...Thank you.

[antedupmyheart]

[There's a nod in return. He can't say he knew Anders particularly well, but it's no easy thing to have a friend leave.]

I trust everything's been alright apart from that?

[bloodyantivan]

I suppose. My lovely ears and gorgeous bone structure have been subject of comment more than usual lately, but I am no stranger to a little positive attention.

[antedupmyheart]

It is a quite excellent bone structure. I'm not surprised people are taking note.

[bloodyantivan]

I see you count yourself among the admirers?

[antedupmyheart]

Should I not?

[bloodyantivan]

There who some who'd warn you I'm dangerous. [A grin.] They wouldn't be wrong, but there are many who think that's the best part about me.

[antedupmyheart]

There are some who might say the same of me.

[bloodyantivan]

[Zevran chuckles.] And why is that?

[antedupmyheart]

Time's a fickle mistress, as is the darkness.

[bloodyantivan]

And what things are you doing to time and darkness to cause such suspicions? It sounds dangerous. [He purrs out 'dangerous', though, as if it is an excitement, not a bad thing.]

[antedupmyheart]

Who'd be inclined to trust either, in the hands of a gambler?

[bloodyantivan]

Is trust really such a requirement for fun and games?

[antedupmyheart]

Not in the least.

[bloodyantivan]

So what sort collateral do you play with?

[antedupmyheart]

It depends on what people have to offer.

[bloodyantivan]

Hmmm... well that might depend on what you want.

[antedupmyheart]

No more than what the game demands, of course.

[bloodyantivan]

[A chuckle.] Don't the demands depend on the players?

[antedupmyheart]

They most certainly do.

[bloodyantivan]

I like to know the terms before I play. What are your demands?

[antedupmyheart]

A fair game and a worthwhile opponent.

[And never mind that he might cheat. As long as both people are that's fair in his mind.]

[bloodyantivan]

A fair game, is it? Do you want to bring the cards or the wine?

[antedupmyheart]

I'll bring the cards.