#shadowofantiva

@shadowofantiva sent: ⤷ ∗ 9o﹕ sender helps receiver patch up a wound .

𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑯 𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑹. Her gaze fell upon the elder elf as he expertly tended to the wound on her hand. She couldn't help the sniffle that escaped her. 

❝ Thank you for your timely intervention. ❞ Said Lark, her youthful face stained with tears. Never in her thirteen years had she been treated with so much disrespect. It was only because Viago was away back to Salle, and she was left behind in the Cantori Diamond to learn from Teia. When she was grabbed by Crows with a Vendetta against her Talon…well, she did not make it easy for them to abduct her. The result was a dagger protruding from her hand. 

She sniffled again. ❝ Viago is gonna be so mad when he finds out. He'll punish those naughty Crows! ❞ she declared, her voice sqeaking out another sob. Lark tilted her head and watched Zevran. 

❝ You didn't say which house you belong to. Are you a Cantori? ❞ 

@shadowofantiva said: “Okay, let’s go make some bad decisions together.”

𝑨 𝑹𝑼𝑬𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑺 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑲𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬𝑺. He reached down to pick up his practice blade and gripped it, his calloused hand pressed into the handle as bi colored eyes shimmered like ocean jewels. It had begun innocently enough, but now? Who truly knew. Zevran was anything but predictable. 

❝ If yer tempted by ma technique then ah'd say ye have wonderful taste. ❞ He mused before giving the assassin a playful wink. 

@shadowofantiva asked: i'll come to you tonight, when you're snugly wrapped in your bedroll and we can have a little privacy.

The assassin in their group had always been a touch flirty, as was perhaps expected of one in his profession. So, with that in mind, having that attention directed her way should not have come as a surprise. Perhaps it was the boldness of it all that took her aback. Her cheeks and ears were quick to redden as he leaned in close, breath warm by her ear as he spoke his plans aloud, her head turning away in some small attempt to conceal her reaction to his attention.

@shadowofantiva said: “‘maybe’ is better than ‘no,’ last time i checked. i’ll take it.”

"Then we share, or one of us sleeps on the floor. Can't be much worse than the ground. Might even be a step up."

He cocked his head, clearly putting genuine thought into the question.

“If I kiss you right now, will you hate me?” – they kiss them anyway. (to morrigan)

The question comes, and Morrigan hardly has a chance to react before lips are upon hers anyway. She lets out a startled 'mpfh!' Sound as golden eyes widen in her surprise but that surprise lasts only a few moments before she reacts upon instinct, her eyes fluttering closed as her hand comes up to cup his cheek. 

No, she does not hate him, even if she'd been uncertain of what her answer would have been. Morrigan keeps people at arms length for a reason, refuses to allow herself close to anyone, and yet she cannot deny the way she melts against his lips or the way her body leans against his as if seeking out his touch, silently begging for more than she gives herself permission to openly ask for. 

Her head tilts, lips part so that tongue may be slipped into the kiss. Her tongue entwines with his, brushing against his, seeking out more and more, eager to accept and take everything and anything he will possibly offer her. 

@shadowofantiva

There was so much left to check before settling into their shared space. He had checked the floorboards, the windows, the walls, the doors, under the bed, and the windows again.

A joint contract between two Talons was rare. Exceptionally rare. But the cost of failure was too high for the Crows as a whole to risk. Viago had been selected for his meticulous work and his expertise with poisons... and to balance out Zevran. Their targets were several high-standing members of Tevinter society, among them high-ranking members of the Venatori. Their client was wealthy, Tevene, and evidently no friend of the blood mages. Viago had his suspicions as to who that client might be, and it still surprised him that he had been hired for such an unholy act, but coin was coin, and truthfully, he had never forgiven the Venatori for what they had done to the Dellamortes.

He had only just sat down on the bed to rest for a moment when his fellow Talon slipped to his knees before him, nudged his knees apart, and, before Viago could utter a single word, ran those warm, expert palms across his crotch.