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

[ombranera]

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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[judgemewhole]

"I would not say that ... " And now, he can't help the smirk as the other man makes the Chant of Light sound like a delightful piece of erotic poetry. A bit of an eyeroll, before he leaned forward and pitched his voice just that shade deeper.

"O Maker, hear my cry: Guide me through the blackest nights. Steel my heart against the temptations of the wicked Make me to rest in the warmest places..."

With that, he saluted the man with his glass of wine.

[ombranera]

"O Creator, see me kneel: For I walk only where You would bid me, Stand only in places You have blessed, Sing only the words You place in my throat." Most are more than happy to see Zevran kneel, and the way his voice warped and wove around the Chant- warmed like honey, dripping with sultry promise, positively obscene- well.

It was fit to make most Chantry sisters blush. Or at the very least swat him for his impudence.

[judgemewhole]

"My Maker, know my heart. Take from me a life of sorrow..Lift me from a world of pain." He dipped his head, because he might not be able to drip honey, but he could go deeper, and richer, and he did so, "Judge me worthy of Your endless pride .."

Well now he was flirting with a man out of self defense from a song by using the Chant of Light. Skyhold certainly was filled with surprises.

[ombranera]

"My Creator, judge me whole." Zevran angles himself better, less alongside Norrington and more painted against him while he continues to strum a sultry refrain. The usual Chant this is not; though it is one he enjoys far, far more. From here it was easy enough to murmur a hair's breadth from Norrington's skin, rumbling right into his ear. "Find me well within your grace, touch me with fire that I be cleansed, tell me I have sung to Your approval."

[judgemewhole]

Norrington bit his lip, because honestly one must bite one's lip in such a situation, before he tilted his head to whisper into the other man's well formed ear, against sun kissed skin. "O Maker, hear my cry: Seat me by Your side in death; Make me one within Your glory
And let the world once more see Your favor.."

[ombranera]

Bluff called and raised, it seemed. Zevran did not shiver despite all the desire he had to do so, and strummed his way through the final refrain. "For You are the fire at the heart of the world, and comfort is only Yours to give."

He picked a few low notes at the end before turning, nosing his way to Norrington's lips, and kissing him. For what else was there to do after being teased so than to kiss him?

[judgemewhole]

Well Maker's Balls. He did love the Chant of Light, and the man had certainly made it more than riveting. He just .. did not expect to be kissed. He wasn't entirely sure how well he would do at it, either, he hadn't been kissed in what seemed like years.

Still, in for a copper ... he cupped the other man's cheek with his calloused hand and kissed back for a number of breaths, before pulling back.

One dark eyebrow rose over darkened green eyes, "I stand corrected. You can make even the Chant of Light seductive. Well done, ser."

[ombranera]

"Mmmhmmm." Zev leans in to offer a soft, sweet aftershock to an otherwise pleasant kiss. "Well done you. Not many can keep up with me once I get going."

He hadn't expected the man to play along near so well, nor to allow the kiss. Nor to kiss him back. Interesting.

[judgemewhole]

And ... that was a follow-up kiss, so he is doing all right then. He cleared his throat, knowing that his ears had to be bright red, but a Knight Commander always keeps his composure.

Mostly.

"Well, you had me in my particular arena. I am certain I could not keep up with you in other poetic areas." He offered a lopsided smirk, before nodding to the barkeep, "Let me buy you and your lovely lady friend a drink, on me, before I go."

[ombranera]

"Why not stay awhile longer and see if we cannot manage another canticle or two?" The answer would be no, he knew it would be no, but Zevran couldn't help wanting to dishevel fine, noble men of the Chantry- even if this Commander is of a different sort. "Or has the stamina of the Templars failed you, Bello?"

[judgemewhole]

"Oh, I think you would manage more than that, ser." Norrington smiled, actually smiled, before he put down enough gold for his drink, and many more for the lady and the fine gentleman. "And the stamina of the Templars could not possibly hope to satisfy someone as clever as you."

[ombranera]

"Ah, but perhaps it might be enough to find us both satisfied come the dawn. I can give you a more thorough reading if you wish." And it would be thorough in every meaning of the word.

[judgemewhole]

Marvelous, now Norrington has imagery in his head. Not to mention a flush to his ears that he knows is making him look like a Chantry boy to his core. He clears his throat, his green eyes bright, "...I shall have to take a raincheck, ser. As intrigued as I am, I do not bed those I barely know at all."

No matter how attractive they are.

[ombranera]

Now that is a fine look for him, one Zevran makes a note of to prompt as often as possible. He does so have a soft spot for swiftly blushing Chantry boys and men. "Ah, but you kiss them easily enough. Perhaps that is all I wish, yes? A few more verses, a few kisses."

[judgemewhole]

Norrington pauses, before one corner of his mouth lifted up. "I'll have you know that a Templar's training does also have a lengthy course in resisting temptation. No matter how alluring."

[ombranera]

"And I am terribly alluring, am I not?" He plucks a sultry tune, tipping his cheek against Norrington's shoulder. "I have been accused to being a desire demon made flesh on more than one occasion."

[judgemewhole]

"You are, and confident to boot. A dangerous combination all in itself." Now that statement? Made Norrington laugh again. "Should you really be telling a Knight Commander of the Templars you might possibly be a demon? Seems awfully bold of you, ser."

[ombranera]

"Perhaps I am trying to tempt you into a more thorough examination of my person to ensure that I am not, in fact, a demon." His grin is wide and wicked. "For then it is a question of duty, yes?"

[judgemewhole]

"One does not assess if one is a demon by inspecting someone's body." Norrington's smirk grew in turn, "If a demon is possessing someone, it is clear through their eyes. Open your eyes wide, ser."

[ombranera]

"Look as deeply as you like, Ser." Zevran peers at Norrington through his lashes for a moment before tipping his head back enough for the Knight Commander to see the full, burnished copper of his eyes in their entirety. In the light of the tavern they were more golden than anything else.

[judgemewhole]

"Oh, I will be glad to ... " Norrington murmured, catching the flecks of gold, mixed in with amber. Copper, yes, that was the color. They searched green ones and James knew that whoever this man was, he knew that Norrington was attracted to him.

Why did he keep playing this game with himself? A mental sigh, as he leaned back. "I see a man who is an excellent flirt, but no demon."

[ombranera]

Norrington leans back and Zevran? Leans forward, brushing their lips together a third time. Just a taste, just a tease before he pulled away to give Norrington his breathing room. "Should you ever desire a more thorough discourse on the finer points of the chant- you know where to find me."

[judgemewhole]

Well, this man truly does have a way about him. Norrington's lips tingled for a moment, and he narrowed his gaze thoughtfully, "That I do ... but first. May I have your name?"

[ombranera]

"Zevran Arainai. And yours, Ser?" The 'ser' was less a soft sign of respect and more a low, lilting endearment.

[judgemewhole]

One hand to his chest, and a very deep bow, "James Norrington, Knight Commander. A ... great pleasure, Zevran." Which he allowed his tongue to linger over. Just so.