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Misfire! #5
Nov. 29th, 2010 11:58 amIt appeared like an innocent enough exchange from a distance, Zevran in his usual sly manner asking Morrigan some question dripping with innuendo--but it was his way, even in simple exchanges. When she tried to slap him, red-faced, and he nimbly dodged, it still wasn't too out of the ordinary, though the others took note and turned to watch at the animalistic sound of rage and indignation Morrigan made.
No, Vanastin decided, it wasn't really obvious anything was wrong until she transformed into a wolf and started chasing Zevran through the camp. He was just nimble enough to keep putting obstacles between them, going so far as to vault over Wynne's tent, which Morrigan simply tore through.
"Er, Van,..." Alistair shifted nervously beside him, "Aren't you going to stop them?"
"Give me that," and the Dalish pulled the little container Alistair was holding out of the not-quite-templar's hands, started snacking on the weird shem food Alistair had been explaining before this outburst. "Five sovereigns says she catches him."
"She's a wolf! Of course she'll catch him! And I thought you two were--"
"Five sovereigns," Vanastin repeated, refusing to take his eyes off the spectacle--they'd knocked over one of the poles on Morrigan's little lean-to now, and the roof came crashing down on her potion bottles. "I'll stop them after she catches him."
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"Shem wouldn't take the bet," Vanastin said, but Zevran couldn't look up at him, too surprised by the almost tender manner Vanastin took in wrapping his arm. "He's getting smarter."
"Perhaps I should take a lesson from our Templar friend, since I clearly have not learned my lesson about listening to--ah!" Zevran flinched, tried to pull his arm away at a careless, certainly deliberate prod to one of the tooth marks.
"Don't piss off both of the mages next time." The smile curling the corners of Vanastin's mouth wasn't quite his usual predatory grin.
"Sometimes, I think you must do these sorts of things deliberately. As if you--ah, how do they say it here?--get off on tending my wounds."
"Nonsense. But I do like having you at my mercy."
No, Vanastin decided, it wasn't really obvious anything was wrong until she transformed into a wolf and started chasing Zevran through the camp. He was just nimble enough to keep putting obstacles between them, going so far as to vault over Wynne's tent, which Morrigan simply tore through.
"Er, Van,..." Alistair shifted nervously beside him, "Aren't you going to stop them?"
"Give me that," and the Dalish pulled the little container Alistair was holding out of the not-quite-templar's hands, started snacking on the weird shem food Alistair had been explaining before this outburst. "Five sovereigns says she catches him."
"She's a wolf! Of course she'll catch him! And I thought you two were--"
"Five sovereigns," Vanastin repeated, refusing to take his eyes off the spectacle--they'd knocked over one of the poles on Morrigan's little lean-to now, and the roof came crashing down on her potion bottles. "I'll stop them after she catches him."
----
"Shem wouldn't take the bet," Vanastin said, but Zevran couldn't look up at him, too surprised by the almost tender manner Vanastin took in wrapping his arm. "He's getting smarter."
"Perhaps I should take a lesson from our Templar friend, since I clearly have not learned my lesson about listening to--ah!" Zevran flinched, tried to pull his arm away at a careless, certainly deliberate prod to one of the tooth marks.
"Don't piss off both of the mages next time." The smile curling the corners of Vanastin's mouth wasn't quite his usual predatory grin.
"Sometimes, I think you must do these sorts of things deliberately. As if you--ah, how do they say it here?--get off on tending my wounds."
"Nonsense. But I do like having you at my mercy."
