Sphallolalia for Zev and Wynne, ofc
Send me a word and a character/series/pairing and I will write a drabble (Not accepting)Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where.Zevran & Wynne
When Zevran offered to visit the newly-reinstated Archmage in Kinnloch Hold, Wynne accepted out of courtesy and a belief that the years had changed both of them. Oh, how wrong she’d been. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same, she supposed.
“For the Maker’s sake, Zevran, did you have a point to make, or did you just come here to harass me into my grave?”
Wynne sat at her desk, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Zevran only laughed.
“Is it such a crime to want to see an old friend? Besides, it will take an act of the Maker himself to see you to your grave, I suspect. On the bright side, your bosom is as youthful and magical as the day I first laid eyes on it.”
But their words lacked their usual bite, and somehow a bitter hatred between them (at least on Zevran’s end) turned into a playful exasperation that masked their quiet understanding.
“Always about my bosom,” Wynne sighed, throwing up her hands, “and to think I had hoped you’d change.”
Zevran wandered over to the small window opening and stood beside it, inspecting his nails.
“Sometimes persistence is the best tactic, no?"
A few moments passed. Zevran glanced at the window opening, reached out, and what he pulled in earned a strangled noise of surprise from Wynne. He gripped a petite elven woman by the collar. She spat something at him in Antivan. He drew a dagger from the holster on his back and without a moment’s hesitation, plunged it deep underneath her jaw and into her skull. He withdrew his knife just as quickly, shoving her back out the window. If he didn’t finish her off, the fall would.
Wynne had barely found her tongue again before Zev wiped the blade on his jerkin as casual as you like.
"Wh—”
“A Crow, my dear. I do not know who signed the contract, but I wish I did, so I could kill them myself,” Zevran’s words were hushed and his expression dark, in total opposition of their previous moment. “Luckily for you this place is a fortress, yes? Check your food. Watch your windows. Use the templars to your advantage. Something is amiss within the College of Magi."
Zevran leaned in to kiss Wynne on the cheek.
