ombranera: (Oh you)
Zevran Arainai ([personal profile] ombranera) wrote in [community profile] faderift2015-11-13 12:35 pm

Three is a crowd

WHO: Zevran Arainai, Maxwell Trevean
WHAT: Zev needs some space, Max doesn't mind sharing his
WHEN: Firstfall
WHERE: Fallow Mire, Max's tent
NOTES: Innuendo abounds




Share a tent with another elf and a mage? No problem. Share a tent with two elves and a mage with rampant tension of the fun, sexy kind in a bog full of the undead, a heavy reminder that he left behind his friend that may or may not be A) going mad or B) dying as well as a few rumors that the Crows were poking into Inquisition business and he may have to handle them sooner than he'd thought? He could not quite manage. A few nights keeping watch, the lightest of dozing, snatching moments in other tents, that would work. But one night to stretch out and not deal with whatever strangeness lay in that tent with his very fine companions? Would be a relief.

He certainly hoped Maxwell did not mind his company overmuch as he did not offer any kind of warning before settling at the fire outside Maxwell's tent as though he'd been there for the entire excursion.

dreadinquisitor: (smile)

[personal profile] dreadinquisitor 2015-11-26 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Maxwell grinned, pleased by both the offer of drink and the company.

"Deal," he agreed with a nod, and then he ducked into the tent to fish out his half of the meal.
dreadinquisitor: (smile2)

[personal profile] dreadinquisitor 2015-11-28 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Maxwell returned a few moments later, a pair of small cloth wrapped bundles in hand, and took a seat closer to Zevran so they could share easily. Opening them, he held them up for his friend to take what he liked.

"To gircios," he smiled.

[OOC: I honestly don't know the plural of that, and google wasn't helping, so I'm sorry if I got it wrong. D:]