Zevran

The vampire happily obliged to him and tilted her head to the side. Giving him better access to her neck. A soft hum left her lips as she ran her hands up the front of his chest. Grinning like a cheshire cat. Her mind with in half. Tease him even further or give him what he wanted… She would have given him what he desired. But, alas. Adeline was not that easy. Maybe a little more teasing was in need…

It was then his kisses got.. just that bit rougher on her neck. Eventually slowly taking in a piece of her skin, between his teeth, then sucking it for a few moments before letting it go leaving in place of his lips a dark bruise.

“Damnit… Zevy~ Why…?” Adeline licked her lips. Her breaths becoming quick and short. “I hate you so much right now…” She joked breathlessly. Her hands slipped down to his front and began to undo the small belts around his waist.

“You’re not…” he chuckles “.. scared of being caught are you? As for the cold hands…. I’m sure I’ll manage just fine.”

He shifted on top of her, making things easier for both of them, and so he could get more kisses in. He won’t force her into anything she didn’t want. But he had a feeling hat she wanted to him to take the lead. Which really was a dangerous line to straddle.

The vampire happily obliged to him and tilted her head to the side. Giving him better access to her neck. A soft hum left her lips as she ran her hands up the front of his chest. Grinning like a cheshire cat. Her mind with in half. Tease him even further or give him what he wanted… She would have given him what he desired. But, alas. Adeline was not that easy. Maybe a little more teasing was in need…

It was then his kisses got.. just that bit rougher on her neck. Eventually slowly taking in a piece of her skin, between his teeth, then sucking it for a few moments before letting it go leaving in place of his lips a dark bruise.

“Damnit… Zevy~ Why…?” Adeline licked her lips. Her breaths becoming quick and short. “I hate you so much right now…” She joked breathlessly. Her hands slipped down to his front and began to undo the small belts around his waist.

“You’re not...” he chuckles “.. scared of being caught are you? As for the cold hands.... I’m sure I’ll manage just fine.”

He shifted on top of her, making things easier for both of them, and so he could get more kisses in. He won’t force her into anything she didn’t want. But he had a feeling hat she wanted to him to take the lead. Which really was a dangerous line to straddle.

The vampire happily obliged to him and tilted her head to the side. Giving him better access to her neck. A soft hum left her lips as she ran her hands up the front of his chest. Grinning like a cheshire cat. Her mind with in half. Tease him even further or give him what he wanted… She would have given him what he desired. But, alas. Adeline was not that easy. Maybe a little more teasing was in need…

It was then his kisses got.. just that bit rougher on her neck. Eventually slowly taking in a piece of her skin, between his teeth, then sucking it for a few moments before letting it go leaving in place of his lips a dark bruise.

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End scanned her eyes over the roofs and walls of Starkhaven from the darkness she called her home. It warped and morphed around her form, never once revealing her to the world. Nothing but her eyes.

It was typical for her to be out at the hour. Three in the morning, it had became her favourite time. Though that also came with her base desire to kill; to threaten; to ‘socialise’. It was not uncommon at all. Her eyes had long adjusted to the light, and her vision was as sharp as ever. Through her eyes, the night gave the city an image of being littered with blossoms where the blackbird fusses. And she was the blackbird.

Then again, she was more like an eagle; a hawk; a vulture. A bird of prey. But she couldn’t alter the codename she had been given, so she didn’t bother.

She made her move.

Small steps at first, increasing in size until she was swimming through the shadows, under doors, under roofs, under people. Then, as sudden as it began, she stopped. Leaving the shadow that was her own, she looked down silently at the man, a dagger brandished in her hand. She didn’t breathe; didn’t blink; didn’t move. But she talked,

“Is It really sacrificing work hours if you’re paid in whatever you want? And who even are the crows? Is it a murder?”

End turned her head away, less than bothered about any potential threats. Sometimes a shapeshifter just had to memorise how someone looked for… educational purposes.

“I suppose a murder of crows is not so far from the truth.”

Zevran listened attentively, curiously, the beings words not making much sense. In fact they sounded rather.... psychotic. But who was he to judge. Maybe this could be all over soon enough and he could go back to what he was doing.

“What kind of information?”

He rubbed little circles into her hips. Until it dawned on him.

“You naughty little vixen…” he chuckles, moving to roll them over so he was now on top, grabbing her wrist with one hand the other holding her chin up to meet his gaze.

“I have no filthy words. You know me. I am good. Pure… My mind is clean without… Sinful thoughts…” She chuckled and looked around. “You trying to play fight or something? On a roof… In the view of a lot of people…” She blinked up at him innocently.

“I may.... just may have time for a good polishing before heading back..... Of you are offering... who am I to deny such a pleasure?”

Sorry for the accidentally long hiatus.., but I’m back with a brand new track.

I just needed a little bit of creative break, work on something completely new (which will be published on my ao3 [if or when I’m happy I’m finished])

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End scanned her eyes over the roofs and walls of Starkhaven from the darkness she called her home. It warped and morphed around her form, never once revealing her to the world. Nothing but her eyes.

It was typical for her to be out at the hour. Three in the morning, it had became her favourite time. Though that also came with her base desire to kill; to threaten; to ‘socialise’. It was not uncommon at all. Her eyes had long adjusted to the light, and her vision was as sharp as ever. Through her eyes, the night gave the city an image of being littered with blossoms where the blackbird fusses. And she was the blackbird.

Then again, she was more like an eagle; a hawk; a vulture. A bird of prey. But she couldn’t alter the codename she had been given, so she didn’t bother.

She made her move.

Small steps at first, increasing in size until she was swimming through the shadows, under doors, under roofs, under people. Then, as sudden as it began, she stopped. Leaving the shadow that was her own, she looked down silently at the man, a dagger brandished in her hand. She didn’t breathe; didn’t blink; didn’t move. But she talked,

“Oh. Oh don’t give me ideas. No I think the empire is fine at the moment. I think. Don’t quote me on that, I’m only the princess. But a dangerous quest sounds like something I would enjoy, or enjoy putting someone through.”

She hummed, sitting beside him after a moment. Working hours?

“What do you mean by working hours? You mean you want to get paid? Because I could do that too. Probably. Depends on how much you want to be paid.”

Her eyes watched the blade, wanting nothing more but to add it to her collection. But she wasn’t her cousin, she wouldn’t steal.

He tilited his head curiously at his new companion, moving to sit up since they moved to sit beside them.

Zevran swcuded his blade back in its holdings, observing how the other watches his every move. Clearing his throat he spoke.