faderift | [ OPEN ] One time love, take care how you use it

WHO: Zevran Arainai, Isabela, their audience
WHAT: Zevran and Company heat up a cold night with some steamy songs from up North.
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Tavern
NOTES: Bawdy songs, salacious dancing, coin being tossed- adult language and content.

It was cold, they were bored and a little tipsy, and Zevran had run through as many stories of the fifth blight that he could stand for the night, Isabela had run through as many suckers as she could get in her game of cards as would be lured in by her laugh and her bosom. Comfortably buzzed and not wishing to become maudlin Zevran began to pick out the notes to a rather saucy Antivan song- one he recited recently for Alistair. By the time he'd gone through the first verse with just the Lute Isabela was chortling. "You wouldn't actually-"

"Oh, mia Bella, I would. I truly would." Never one to step down from such a challenge, his plucking went from idle to strong with purpose, which only had Isabela throwing her head back and cackling.

Giggling, in her own way, warm and rich and turning a few heads. The atmosphere wasn't dire or dour but it could use a little spice. A little heat. Whether it was the sudden sharp strum that brought him back to the beginning or Isabela elbowing him in the ribs to actually start singing that got more heads, he couldn't say. by the time he hit the refrain and had nudged her enough to get her standing on the table, writhing along with the music? They certainly had the attention of most if not all of the tavern. When he hit the second call and response- half the women in attendance replied, egged on by Isabela on the table still- leaping onto another in time with the music.

As he had quite a few such pieces in his repertoire, they had all night to fill with song and dance and bawdy intent.

[ ooc: tag around and have a party, everyone's game! ]

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The mood of Skyhold had been far too dour since the Abomination and mage-templar political talks and whatnot. None of it was particularly enjoyable, and sour enough for someone who preferred to enjoy what pleasures life had to offer instead of being pulled into it.

So, suffice it to say, the mood of the tavern is significantly uplifted in his opinion considering the whole affair.

At his seat, Twisted Fate is chuckling quite entertained by Isabela and Zevran.

Suffice it to say, he is almost inclined to share his coin to assure his own amusement. A high compliment from someone who preferred to keep his own money to himself.

Between songs Zevran slips over to Fate's side- sidling up until he has space and leave enough to settle not against him, but in his lap, still picking away at his lute. "A song for a kiss, bello?"

A soft laugh escapes him and he places an arm loosely around Zevran's waist. It's obviously loose enough for the other elf to escape easily, should he wish it.

"Only if it's dirty," he teases, remembering how Zevran had made his preferences clear when they first met. "Not that I would expect anything else from you, dirk."

"Mmmm. What else would I ever do for you?" He nuzzles along the side of Fate's throat, tipsy and comfortable in his seat, even if it's on someone else's lap. Perhaps especially because he's in someone's lap.

A pleased hum is earned and he grins sharply at the attention. He tilts his head, little Zevran provide him with as much affection as he feels to give.

"Then I think I can oblige with your terms, Zevran."

The back of his knuckles gently drag down the side of the assassin's face before tracing his jawline. He leans in, pressing his lips against the other elf's.

"Is that a good start?" he murmurs, lifting a brow.

Slow and sweet and easy- three things he can certainly relish. Zevran leans into the kiss, his hands stilling on his lute for the moment he is entranced by Fate. "Mhmm. An excellent start, Bello."

Fingertips from Twisted Fate trail over Zevran's shoulder, down his arm as he leans in and chuckles quietly in the other elf's ear. "Good. Now, I think you owe me a song. Might even offer you a tip when you're done."

"Any requests?" He settles in with a shivering sigh, warmed through and content to enjoy the attentions visited upon him tonight. Besides- Fate was an elf- he knows how much is too much and how much is just enough. "Something Antivan, perhaps?"

"Antivan sounds like it would be perfect right now." His other arm loops around Zevran's waist and he rests his chin on the assassin's shoulder.

"I'm all ears."

"As you wish." He leans back against Fate as he picks through something slower, smoother. Sweeter.

"Ho creduto di sognare
invece no
son proprio tua.
Tua, tra le braccia tue
solamente tua, così
ua, sulla bocca tua
finalmente mia, così
per sempre tua
mi pareva impossibile
ma fu poi tanto facile
legarti a me, amore.
Tua, fra le braccia tue
per sognare in due
per morir così
finalmente tua, così."

That's admittedly something he was not expecting. Here he was, expecting a song of filth, and he'd have been fine with that, but something like this...

Twisted Fate pauses, looking thoughtful as he listens. It earns a smile, though he looks a bit withdrawn. Despite all appearances, he does greatly approve of it.

"Hm." He tightens his arms very briefly around Zevran, as if that's the best way to express his gratitude without saying it. He does not quite trust his words to be so impartial. "I think I owe you additional payment for that. Another kiss?"

Zevran winds down with a few final strums of his lute, leaning back into Fate's embrace. He hasn't played that song in some time but it felt appropriate. Why, exactly, it felt appropriate he couldn't say, but he wasn't one to question his instincts. "Oh?"

He turned enough to smile, something softer, sweeter in his eyes. "I think that might be worth two."

"I'm not one to undervalue."

Fate's touch to Zevran's chin is gentle, and he's leaning in for the second kiss. It's much softer, a little more lingering. Before, he'd been playful and amused, but right now this is a bit different.

When he lets go, he smiles faintly. "Do come find me when you're done entertaining the crowd. I'm never disappointed with your company."

Softer, sweeter, kinder. Perhaps he should sing Fate love songs more often if this is what he receives in turn- though the playful ravishing of earlier would be equally enjoyable. "Mmm. I think that would be a fine way to end the night, with your very fine self. A private performance, if you like."

"I would adore that," he says, the smile remaining. One last lingering look is given before he unwinds his arms from Zevran's waist.

"I'll be glad to wait for you. For now, I'm happy to enjoy the rest of your entertainment for this evening."

"I shall meet you afterward, yes? Will you be here or might I find you elsewhere?" He won't mind seeking out Fate should he wish to spend the remainder of his night elsewhere after a few songs more- Zevran intends to be on the tables and playing this loud, familiar music for a good while longer.

"If I'm not here, then I'll be in the library."

Fate cracks a smile. "Go on and entertain. I'll be here awhile longer until I'm off to find another book to read."

"Till then, Fate." He leans up to brush his lips against Fate's jaw one last time before vanishing into the crowd.

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