[ CLOSED ] So I may have tried to kill you that one time

[ombranera]

WHO: Character(s)
WHAT: Merrick and Zevran have a talk
WHEN: Firstfall 2
WHERE: The stables
NOTES: May be some swearing.

Apparently they were to talk. Or rather Merrick wished to talk and Zevran, well. If there were to be words, there would be words. If there were to be blows? There would be blows. If there were to be blades? Merrick would likely find himself short a hand in short order but something made him suspect that, perhaps, it was words the Dalish wished to have rather than anything else. Not that it kept him from keeping his blades upon him as he worked and waited, brewing another round of poisons for his personal use.

Comments

[ombranera]

"You did well." he says again, hands coming up to rest against his back. IT is no easy thing to take that rage and fight it down- more difficult still if you are taught late in life. But he had done it. Taken the prod, taken action, come at him with true lethal intent-

And bitten it all back. Zevran is more than impressed- he is genuinely proud.

It isn't a sex thing- it isn't a lesson. It's a reward, the way his hand rests against the nape of Merrick's neck, the way he turns his head to press his lips against his temple. Something light and harmless. Easy. Such gestures were rewards for a lesson well learned in the Crows- some of it still isn't shaken off so easily. "You did well."

[dalishious]

Shortly after his father's suicide, Merrick had started exhibiting violent behavior towards other children. The older members of clan Ashara didn't know what had instigated these fights, and expressed great concern to the Keeper. One day she pulled him aside, knelt down to his level and put her hands on his shoulders.

"Are you angry, Merrick?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to hurt me right now?"
"No."
"And why is that?"
"Because you don't deserve it."

After his moment of vulnerability Merrick takes a step back, still looking down at the ground. Adrenaline was still pulsing through him; even if he'd held it back, that doesn't mean it's going away. He takes deep breaths, his body still trembling slightly.

"May I go?"

[ombranera]

"Do you need to burn it off?" The anger. The tension. However he chooses to do so was his to mind, but Zevran does hope it isn't in violence. "Go ahead. And Merrick? The next time you come at me, only use one hand, mm?"

Challenges helped those that need focus. Something such as this should be easy enough for Merrick to wrap his mind around through the haze provided by anger.