[ 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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[serannas]

They're here to aide her, but she doesn't feel right about absorbing all these reassurances and all his comfort without giving anything back. She just wants him to think; to not always play a role, but to have something real with someone.

"I like that about you, Zevran. You have fun and want everyone around you to feel the same. But... doesn't it get old to hold everyone at arm's length? To have this surface friendship, but nothing deeper?" She tilts her head and reaches down to take his hand in hers. "What you want is acceptance, don't you? You don't want people to make those faces at you. What if you found that? You would like having someone like that by your side, wouldn't you?"

[ombranera]

"...Is there an answer I can give that will not have you looking at me with large, sad eyes?" Answering honestly isn't an option, not when it is put forth in such a manner. Sentiment is-

It is open and honest and dangerous. He has had that. He cherished it. He spat on it while Rinna died and cut down the first person he'd learned to trust in Denerim not long after. Pain and Death- that is what comes of Sentiment when you are an assassin- doubly so when you are one the Crows would very much like dead.

"I have that in Alistair. He makes the faces less, now." He only needs one person to understand him, one person to know him, and he's only taken that much due to Alistair's dogged determination to prove he is not going anywhere. Expecting it of anyone is terribly arrogant. "What I want- is for you to smile, mm? To not feel so lonely. That is why I am here."

[serannas]

Ellana's eyes close, feeling a wall build itself back up between them. When she opens them, she isn't trying to give him any particular sort of look, but her large, sad eyes are the result nonetheless.

"Always turning it back to me," she says, voice defeated. Releasing his hand, she cups his face and presses a soft kiss to his lips. She doesn't linger long, pulling back to look at him again.

"Then how do you propose to make me smile?" He won't allow her to worry over him anymore. It will always be about her and her needs. It feels selfish to take so much, but what else can she do? He won't allow her anything else. "I'm open to suggestions."

[ombranera]

"Ellana...you do not need me. Not as that." It came with a price, all knowledge did but- knowing what he was, what he'd lived. It would change how she saw him. He ill take her sad eyes over dawning horror any day. Live with the distance. To carve open his chest and hold open his ribs so she might see the ugly, rotten core of him?

He could not bear to do that. Alistair saw it, lived parts of it with him, and helped him stitch himself back together afterward. Such a kindness is not one he can expect of anyone.

For a moment that wariness shows in his eyes- but only a moment. Then he kisses her back, cups her face in his hands and tips their foreheads together. It is easier than looking her in the eye. "Mmm...you could permit me to comb out and braid your hair while telling you wild stories of my youth in Antiva."

[serannas]

With their foreheads together, she closes her eyes again and draws in a deep breath. If there's one thing she recognizes in Zevran, it's his ability to make her feel special, even if it's not the type of special she truly desires from a man. It's a good substitute in troubling times.

"I'm not your Amico, Zev," she whispers to him. "I already told you." He needs to know that all this wasn't her trying to weasel her way in. This was her pointing out that he needs someone. Not her. Alistair, yes, but Alistair will be gone one day and Zevran isn't telling her his plans to be gone before that point. So he needs more than Alistair, in her opinion.

"Let's do that. I like having my hair braided."

[ombranera]

"...I need to be this, some days." It is not everything, it is not even what she is asking for- but it is a shred of truth. "Someone that can have this. Without everything else- without what makes me what I am."

Not who- what.

But she relents and for that? He is dearly grateful. He takes her hands one by one, kissing the backs of them before he starts to tug her to the shade of a nearby tree. For a little while longer he can be the casual lover- the kissing friend.

[serannas]

She follows him, not saying anything. This shred of truth from him is more than she should expect, isn't it? They have an understanding now, the two of them. He wants to forget it all and have fun, and she wants him to have more than that.

Once she's seated, she draws up her knees and closes her eyes. "Do you like having your hair braided too?"