So the pretty man was on the defensive- that was good, very good. Except… Zevran somehow knew there was more to the man. He somehow sensed that the man was capable of so much more, he was a powerful mage but he was holding back. Why was he holding back?
His confusion was enough to cause hesitation, a sign of weakness which Zevran hated himself for yet it was needed. All of his senses were telling him to run except one who said to listen to what the pale foreigner had to say. So very foreign. Zevran had encountered none like him.
Had he? The foreign word spoken sent a chill up his spine and the cut off word sounded so very like the one he had heard in his mind for some time now.
His eyebrow shot up in a delicate arch when the man mentioned giving him something. “Oh? A gift from the Crows perhaps?” He stepped forward with a cocky grin, sheathing his daggers though his muscle were stretched and ready to grab them once they were needed. Of course he had not been prepared for the gift which the pale man held out.
“Ah. Yes… that is most definitely mine.” His eyes were locked on the earring, something which he had woken to find missing so long ago. Carefully his own tan hand slipped into his skirt pocket, pulling out one of the feathers he had found replacing the earring. “I… don’t understand. It was a dream. You are really here, yes?”
The name came to his lips and he felt so very vulnerable when he cast the man a worried look. “Starwind?”
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Date: 2012-09-30 01:23 pm (UTC)His confusion was enough to cause hesitation, a sign of weakness which Zevran hated himself for yet it was needed. All of his senses were telling him to run except one who said to listen to what the pale foreigner had to say. So very foreign. Zevran had encountered none like him.
Had he? The foreign word spoken sent a chill up his spine and the cut off word sounded so very like the one he had heard in his mind for some time now.
His eyebrow shot up in a delicate arch when the man mentioned giving him something. “Oh? A gift from the Crows perhaps?” He stepped forward with a cocky grin, sheathing his daggers though his muscle were stretched and ready to grab them once they were needed. Of course he had not been prepared for the gift which the pale man held out.
“Ah. Yes… that is most definitely mine.” His eyes were locked on the earring, something which he had woken to find missing so long ago. Carefully his own tan hand slipped into his skirt pocket, pulling out one of the feathers he had found replacing the earring. “I… don’t understand. It was a dream. You are really here, yes?”
The name came to his lips and he felt so very vulnerable when he cast the man a worried look. “Starwind?”