The Winter's Queen [Magus AU]

[Isabela]

"Before he gets his ass killed again, you mean," snarks Bela, as she sits up. 

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran zeros in on the more important part of all that- "so... you think Carver looks 'good', do you?" he purrs, kneeling in front of Helene. "Well, I suppose white hair is a weakness of yours." he adds, flashing a wicked smile and flipping his snowy hair over his shoulder.

[Helene Dakesh]

"This one has been instructed that white is the best color for hair, and that high contrast tones provide maximum humanoid beauty, particularly when combined with tattoos." Helene gives a serious nod. 

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran's smirk broadens and he tosses a leer at Isabela. "Notre Cap'bela's hotness has rather increased of late," he agrees, eyeing the two new tattoos their lover has.

[Isabela]

"We can't all be astoundingly fanciable, but we can all be fashionable at least," she jokes right back. 

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran laughs, then surges to his feet, dropping another kiss on Helene's lips as he goes past. Since Nyra, he's been much more open, much more affectionate with his family. Oh, he'd always being passionate, but losing Merrill and Hawke, losing nearly everyone, had made him much more open about the emotional side of himself.

Still expresses it in touches and kisses though.

Also still flirts like an incubus with a debt.

"Well then, shall we send word to T and Dog? She had mentioned that she feels indebted to Carver and I for one would not like for her to find out we found him without her. She is getting worrisomely good with those cutlasses of hers."

[Helene Dakesh]

"This one would like to express that scars would marr the perfection of Zevvy's tattoos." Helene affirms. 

[Tethras Clan]

"Then I suppose we should get to that, no?" he asks, flopping down next to Isabela after shucking off his coat. He regards Isabela's bare chest for a moment, then skims his gaze over Helene. "Well... it's still early... perhaps we should wait an hour. Or three..."

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene smiles. "This one will take Captain's Orders to the crew." They give a small bow, almost sarcastic. 

[Tethras Clan]

"Not in the mood, mon sage eclatant?" Zevran asks, not wanting to assume, but also wanting to make sure they remember, again, that they're invited and wanted.

[Helene Dakesh]

"Not today. This one is having a clothes day." Come to notice, they're wearing more masculine clothing today: trousers, waistcoat, cravat.

[Tethras Clan]

"You know... I was actually thinking about that," Zevran remarks. "I have that ring that changes genders," he begins, referring to a 'cursed' ring he was given by a very grateful Madame for helping with some very rude ex-clients. "We would have to custom order it but should it not be possible to find a ring that... degenders the wearer? Mimicking the body shape of some outsiders?"

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene's eyes light up. "This one is honored!" they squeak, the rush of real appreciation and excitement unbalancing them a little. "Yes, I would like that." 

[Tethras Clan]

"Then send word to zi'Magnus, ask him to make inquires on our behalf," Zevran says with a smile. "If we're lucky, it can be ordered when we get T, then picked up when we return."

[Helene Dakesh]

"I will. Thank you so much." They  bow again, then turn to flee the room, already daydreaming about their new item.