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.]

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[canavarum]

[He clears his throat.]

Zevran.

[bloodyantivan]

...Fenris.

I would expect you to be a little more pleased at this news.

[canavarum]

Did I truly seem so irritable?

[He didn't mind Anders after he got to know him. And then the whole argument had to happen. Whoops.]

[bloodyantivan]

You truly seem to dislike mages.

[Zevran is so well-practiced in the careless shrug. It's actually almost exactly like a real, untrained movement.]

...On any account, ah, the cats? Will you feed them? I am... I am not sure what else they require.

[Zevran is not so good at making sure things stay alive. Or rather, it's awkward for him to start caring about it, not that he doesn't understand anatomy and biology perfectly well.]

[canavarum]

I have my reasons.

[But Fenris doesn't want to talk about that.]

And you believe I know more than you?

[His expression looks pinched.]

...fortunately, I have watched the mage at work when caring for these creatures.

[bloodyantivan]

I fear I may grow so bored of the things that I'd turn them out to fend on their own, as they do in Antiva. And Anders... would not like that. [Considering that most creatures left out in the darkness are transformed by it - a fate that seems worse than outright death. In his own way he's trying to make sure the animals get looked after, even if Zevran himself is uncertain of how proceed.

Or maybe doesn't want to be reminded of Anders that much, right now.]

Thank you.

[canavarum]

It is no matter.

...are you pleased? To be returned to your body.

[bloodyantivan]

[Zevran gives a light shrug.]

...Are you pleased to see me back?

[canavarum]

I am.

[His honesty is sharp, unabashed.]

[bloodyantivan]

[That earns a bright smile.]

Good.

[Zevran will not - perhaps cannot admit what a difficult experience being changed like that was, and what a relief it is to be back. To do so might hint at vulnerability he is not yet ready to show.

Fenris, in a lot of ways, is admirable in the way he wears his tattoos - his scar tissues - out there in the open, and refuses to change and adapt.

He is not the only one with many complicated things to hold back.]

It might be fun to play a game of compare and contrast.

[canavarum]

And what would this game entail, exactly?

[bloodyantivan]

A bottle of wine and a deck of cards.

[canavarum]

So eager to lose your coin?

[bloodyantivan]

Or my clothes, if we go by house rules.

[The house rules he just made up. Hey, his name's on the lease. It's strip Wicked Grace if he says it is.]

[canavarum]

Ah, I could be persuaded.

[Fenris is being ~saucy~ tonight.]

[bloodyantivan]

...We could also just leave out the cards.

[Because there isn't a heartache in the world that can't be solved with sex. Including heartache caused by sex, or not having sex, or whatever it is he didn't do with Anders but wanted to and he did do with Fenris and messed up. Clearly.]

[canavarum]

But then how else will we decide which of us is the loser and which the winner?

[bloodyantivan]

I think in that case it can definitely be a game that two can win.

[canavarum]

I wonder, then, if it can be considered a game at all. Regardless, I'm good for it.

[bloodyantivan]

Shall we meet on your chair, or in your bed?

[canavarum]

Perhaps a bed would be more comfortable...

[bloodyantivan]

Then I'll meet you there? You bring the wine.

[canavarum]

It's settled, then. I will see you shortly.