A Cruel Twist of Fate [closed]

[wickedchase]

WHO: Twisted Fate, Nerva, Korrin, Zevran, Beleth, Cyril, Ruby, Sera, Katniss, and special sending crystal guest star, Sina!
WHAT: A companion quest and elven relations all wrapped up in one.
WHEN: Post-Illness plot. The band of merry travelers will be gone from Clouch 23 to Clouchreach 28.
WHERE: Traveling to and from the Serpentine River.
NOTES: The plotting post.

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[keeperofmagi]

[Nerva did not attempt to writhe or rip from Zevran's grip, which either said a lot about how she had come to trust him, or, more likely, said a lot about how her entire being was focused on glaring down Keeper Shoshanna to the point where what her body was doing didn't matter. Regardless, Zevran managed to pull her away, and she said nothing more to the Keeper as she turned sharply away and stormed off with Zevran.]

You can tell Fate. [It still didn't feel right, to call him Tobrevas to others, though she'd done so with the Keeper. Even though she knew that Zevran knew his name. It still felt particular, and special.]

I do not think I would be capable of delivering that message.

[ombranera]

We can tell him together. Or rather I can tell him and you can scowl so beautifully as you do so well.

[ And it is quite lovely, that simmering fury. Not so much that he'd happily allow her to loose it on a deserving woman, for they are here to help not to murder. But perhaps later. ]

Come. Let us find your Tobrevas.

omg i love that icon

[keeperofmagi]

[She gives him a sharp look at the 'your', because yes, she noticed that, Zevran, but otherwise all she does it grunts and nods.

She could certainly scowl for a while more.]

[wickedchase]

[Shortly after Sera had decided it was Tavern Time and had enough of Frandruil's First, Twisted Fate is sighing and returning from the ordeal himself.

He raises a brow at the both of his friends, curious.]

Done with the both of you, then? Tell me, was she scathing or mildly amusing?

[ombranera]

A bit of both, and absolutely hilarious on top of that. Did you know she wished us to convince you to return to the clan? Asked it as a favor after insulting us to our faces.

[ He continues to lean against Nerva- but he does extend an arm to Fate as well, hoping to make himself a spicy filling to their delightful sandwich. ]

Terrible form, that. She did not try to butter us up at all.

[keeperofmagi]

[Nerva has either forgotten that Zevran was still holding onto her, or simply didn't care, and was obviously trying to school her expression into something that wasn't pure rage.

And failing.]

I should not be involved in further diplomatic relations.

[To say the least.]

[wickedchase]

[It takes Twisted Fate a moment, because now he's laughing. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he slowly presses himself into Zevran's waiting arm, chuckling against him. A lovely little sandwich indeed.]

Oh, are you kidding me? I'm glad she told you, Nerva. How angry did you get? I can only imagine.

The gall of her. She doesn't exactly have my knack for negotiating; suppose it's not hereditary, but that much has shown itself, hm?

Still -- thank you both for humoring her.

[ombranera]

I had to drag her away.

[ He is not even kidding. He'd been afraid to release her for fear of what she might do. For the moment he simply leans into Fate, tugging Nerva along with him to rest in something close to comfortable camaraderie. ]

We hardly humored her. Nerva was ready to stab her in the eye and I was prepared to have her try again and ask nicely, properly, before turning her down. But the knifing became less an idle threat and more an imminent one.

[keeperofmagi]

[Despite the laughter on both their parts, Nerva's expression was still dark, and the truth in Zevran's voice brought a shame that she felt pointedly.]

... I am sorry, Tobrevas.

[She nearly said more, but what was there to say? Zevran was right. If she'd been there a moment more--

It was for the best, if she stayed as out of it as possible.]

[wickedchase]

Ah, I could not think of better people to bring along with me, truly.

[He doesn't doubt it, and really, he's flattered that Nerva felt so fired up on his behalf. It does truly mean a lot to him.

He pauses briefly at her apology, then he smiles warmly.]

There's no need to apologize. The important part, I suppose, is that no one has been stabbed.

Yet.

[ombranera]

If your Keeper calls me 'flat ear' one more time while expecting me to respect her for keeping the ways I may very well just. A little.

Not in the eye but perhaps in the ass. Something to give her a reason to look so stern at all hours.

[ To Fate this frustration he'd show easily. Nerva- less so. But if he is to trust her with Fate; he can trust her with this. For the moment.

He subtly shifts, tugging Fate and Nerva closer together. No scheming here, oh no. ]

[keeperofmagi]

[She allows a soft snort of amusement, the darkness of her expression softening, slightly.

She was among friends.

It was a strange feeling, but not an unpleasant one. They understood her. Or at least she felt like they did.

It eased the fury.

She thought about making a joke about the keeper being stabbed in the ass - there was something there, something that called for it - but she couldn't grasp the words and then the moment was gone.]

I think I may be more help in the Village, than here.