“Ah but I am you see. I enjoy many games. Are you proposing to play one?” The presence was felt and Zevran spun around, the cocky grin returning to his face. It was so much fun besting a stranger, particularly one who he was sure had been following him for some time. The grin froze upon him once he registered this new man. Was this a man? It was a pretty man, the words sounding familiar to him, and he felt pulled to his beauty.
This was the man of his dreams quite literally. It had been some time since Zevran felt his body react in such a way, his pulse quickening as he gazed upon the pale man.
“The Crows… did not send you.”
He was not quite sure how the words escaped but there they were. This was a dream. It had to be. He stepped forward, wary that approaching the vision would send the man away. Was this the fade? Perhaps his old friends had sent in a blood mage who decided a demon was the best method of assassination.
Zevran’s fingers itched to grab his daggers, telling him to kill the creature. It was best to follow his instincts, yes?
“This is not real.” The grin fell away, replaced by anger. He pulled the daggers from his back and his leisurely posture faded into a crouch ready for battle. “You will not fool me, demon. I am not sure who you are the instrument of but I am not much a fan of dying. Come now, it is time for bloodshed.”
The elven assassin rushed forward to attack the man, daggers ready. A voice told him that what he was doing was wrong, a picture of Rinna's bleeding body in his mind but he would not falter. His dream man was of another world. That he knew.
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cutting back slightly on the deer :P
Date: 2012-09-29 02:05 pm (UTC)This was the man of his dreams quite literally. It had been some time since Zevran felt his body react in such a way, his pulse quickening as he gazed upon the pale man.
“The Crows… did not send you.”
He was not quite sure how the words escaped but there they were. This was a dream. It had to be. He stepped forward, wary that approaching the vision would send the man away. Was this the fade? Perhaps his old friends had sent in a blood mage who decided a demon was the best method of assassination.
Zevran’s fingers itched to grab his daggers, telling him to kill the creature. It was best to follow his instincts, yes?
“This is not real.” The grin fell away, replaced by anger. He pulled the daggers from his back and his leisurely posture faded into a crouch ready for battle. “You will not fool me, demon. I am not sure who you are the instrument of but I am not much a fan of dying. Come now, it is time for bloodshed.”
The elven assassin rushed forward to attack the man, daggers ready. A voice told him that what he was doing was wrong, a picture of Rinna's bleeding body in his mind but he would not falter. His dream man was of another world. That he knew.