sirenspull | Escape 04

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Escape 04 | video

[Anders has a wide and almost conspiratory grin on his face as the camera clicks on. It's far too easy to guess that he must be up to something, especially as he grabs his NV and gives everyone watching a nice look around the apartment, now with all the furniture put together and a couple of bottles of alcohol (at least one 'borrowed' from Fenris) on the table.]

So! It seems to me that what with some of the things going on, some of us could do with something to try and take our minds off of everything, at least for a little while, yes? And what better way to do that then a friendly game of cards!

[Almost too nonchalantly he continues.] I don't know how many of you are familiar with Wicked Grace, but it's fairly easy to pick up, especially if you have something to play for, like, for example, coin or clothes...?

Not to mention some drinks to keep everything flowing nicely. [There's that grin again.] So, who's interested in getting a little game together, hmm? See what kind of fun we can get up to. We've space here for a decent enough group, I think, and people are encouraged to bring a bit more to drink as well.

And I'm certain my roommates won't mind the idea either! [Because what is asking ahead of time?]

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A whip? You'd be interested in that? [Anders hides it with a bit of a laugh, but it's probably still obvious that that idea makes him a little bit nervous. Beatings make him think of templars and templars aren't something he wants to think of while being admired by a handsome elf.

He is pleased by the attention, though, leaning into Zevran's touch and grinning up at him.]

Well I can do a bit more than just look good, you know.

I do love leather.

[Zevran stands before Anders. His cards his fingers through his hair, aligning Anders so his face is right at crotch-level.]

Now, my friend, I want you to close your eyes and listen to my instructions carefully.

[Reaching up absently, Anders tugs out the hair tie so Zevran's fingers can stroke through his hair more easily, then he allows himself to be tugged into position, aware of how his own excitement was already starting to show.]

Close my eyes and perhaps get a surprise? [He flashes, Zevran a grin and closes his eyes.] This certainly sounds like my kind of fun.

[Zevran strokes his fingertips along the line of Anders's chin, even rubbing his thumb over his lips.]

Now listen carefully. I have instructions.

[And he pulls Anders just that much closer--]

Never, under any circumstance, invite someone to the house of an assassin and a temperamental lyrium-infused warrior without prior notification. [He speaks with a rather sweet yet condescending warmth, almost like Anders babytalking Ser Pounce-A-lot.] Someone could get seriously hurt, beyond what a little oral sex could ever mend.

For the record, I don't work my poisons here in the first place. That would be foolish, lest you or one of the cats drink something expensive and leave behind a rather cute but useless corpse.

[And he was so, so certain this was going to end well for him too.

Anders' eyes snap open and he stares indignantly up at Zevran, looking just a little put out and hurt.]

You were just playing with me to make a point?

[Standing up, Anders turns away, wondering how much dignity he can muster while storming out of a room naked.]

Well I suppose at least I know what kind of rules this place has now. And here I thought we were all getting along. And sod the stupid card game too. I was only trying to have a bit of fun.

As was I. Fun with a free lesson. I thought perhaps Fenris wasn't the only one who needed tutoring.

[And since he can't seem to talk Fenris into learning to read naked, well, this was a decent alternative. Even as Anders stomps about indignantly, Zevran takes a long look of appraisal.]

We're not past the point where I can make it up to you physically, are we?

Why? So you can come up with some other way to embarrass me?

[Anders pauses to toss a glare back over his shoulder at the assassin.]

You know, if you're not interested or don't like me, you can just say so. I'd prefer that over this.

Are you unhappy I like you well enough to tease? Would you really prefer us to have our fun and be done with it? There are people who have been trapped in this city for years. There is precious little ground for us to move to should we become bored or annoyed of each other.

[Zevran sits on the bed, legs crossed. He supposes it is different for Anders. While they've both been confined, Zevran could at least take lovers and discard them at will with little fear of awkwardness.

What with killing them, or having to disappear, or... watching them be killed in front of his eyes..]

As much as I know I would enjoy you, I find you more interesting - and so much more important, than say, one handsome, spank-able captain.

Edited 2012-08-20 20:44 (UTC)

[Anders hesitates at the door, though he doesn't turn to face Zevran just yet. The main reason that uncertainty is written plainly all over his face, and he's trying to keep as much of it to himself as possible. He's not entirely certain how he feels about being thought interesting or important; while he likes attention, yes, he's also learned that it's far better to be unnoticed with it comes to templars and the Chantry in particular.

Eventually he does turn around to meet Zevran's eyes, feeling oddly more open and vulnerable than he had when he'd just been naked.]

Why would you think of me as interesting or important in any way beyond that? I mean, I'm flattered, don't get me wrong, but I hardly have that much more to offer you than anyone else here, Zevran. Maybe even less, really. I'm a mage, and while that might not mean as much here, it doesn't exactly make for the most well-adjusted people in the world.

Am I crazy for liking someone who's handsome, clever and funny, not to mention powerful? [Zevran spreads his hands out as if in surrender, palms up.] And you're a healer. That in itself is valuable.

[Zevran has no such skill. There's admiration in his voice that he'd have trouble admitting to: he destroys. Perfectly, most of the time, but it's nothing like being able to heal, to save and create. Looking thoughtful, he shrugs.] I enjoy your company. And well-adjusted is just another expression for boring.

You think I'm all that? Really? [Anders blinked at him, a little surprised by that turn of events. He talked himself up, yes, but it was as much to hide insecurities as anything else. He'd never really expected to hear anyone else saying such things about him so easily, and with that level of admiration as well.]

So then all this teasing... It's just for fun, or you think that I'll lose interest if things get any further, or something like that?

A little of both, I suppose.

I think we could have a lot of fun together. But I'm not willing to jeopardize having a mage in our party for that fun. I might inadvertently drive you away, and that would be dangerous, not just for Fenris and I, but for you. [He's matured in ways he never thought he would, traveling with the Warden and watching her grow into her leadership.]

On the other hand, you just light up so much when I compliment you, it's difficult not to at least tease. [He grins, looking over Anders in clear approval.]

[Anders frowns, thinking about that a bit more as he locates where he left his clothes neatly folded on the floor out of the way and drapes his robe around himself. Eventually he crosses back to where Zevran is seated and perches on the edge of the bed as well.]

I'm not certain if I shouldn't be a bit offended that you think a bad time together might drive me away. [He says, hoping the bit of humour will lighten the mood a little.] But I've never really had people too concerned about that sort of thing when it came to sex. Or at all, really. At least not much until I'd met the Warden-Commander.

[He smiles more.] It's nice. A bit like belonging, I suppose. Although I'm not certain that's something I should be applying to this place, but there are worse places to be. And far worse people to be stuck with as well.

I suppose I'm trying to say thank you, Zevran. [A grin.] And that you can feel free to tease me as much as you like.

[Somewhere in the back of his mind Zevran is complimenting himself for having enough charm to pull this situation off without offending Anders forever. But what he said was sincere in a way that he doesn't usually manage - it's not a trick he'll be able to keep using.

He leans over enough to give Anders a gentle kiss on the cheek.]

Keep smiling at me, just like that.

[Anders blinks and does his best to hide that he's a little bit delighted by the kiss and the comment, electing instead to pretend it happens to him all the time instead.]

Well when you keep being so charming like that, how could I help but not? And who knows, perhaps your apparent way with words will manage to get even Fenris to smile a bit, hmm? That might be something worth seeing.

[He might have to do something to properly thank Zevran, however. Perhaps putting aside a little coin towards a gift?]

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