The Silver Queen [AU]

[NPCs]

Dau considers that for a moment. "Attempting to hunt a deer when your quarry is actually a baby megaloceros is a dangerous thing."

[Isabela]

"Precisely." She sighs. "I should check on the boys. When do you want to meet Lady Olocaryn? I would appreciate insight as to what matter of beast she is," she teases. 

[NPCs]

"Bring her to the Oak. The one most suited to help her will be there to met her," Dau says placidly, then pauses. "Ah. I was not... it is a... small pleasure of Father, His trick of arranging such things. Please could you keep it to yourself to keep His amusement?"

[Isabela]

"Alright," says Isabela slowly. "then, I'll see you tomorrow?" 

Assuming I don't run off.

[Carver Amell]

Perhaps, if Varric had been there, he'd have cut Carver off a few drinks earlier than Zevran thinks to. Definitely, he'd have objected to what happened after that last whiskey, after they got back to the ship (leaning on each other the whole way), after they collapsed in a giggling fit on the bed.

But Varric is dead, so it's Carver who objects first, waking with a pounding headache -- not the worst hangover he's ever had, not by a long shot, but not a pleasant experience either. Noticing his lack of pants, the weight on his shoulder, he shifts, moving to wake Bela... and finding only white hair in his bed, no women at all.

Oh. Shit. I didn't mean to-- I wasn't going to -- oh god dammit.

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran groans softly, head pounding and gut churning at the movement of what he's laying. A glance down would give Carver the impression that the merikos drow he's with is in much worse shape than him.

[Carver Amell]

"Hey," he says gently, his voice as soft as he can make it. Shit, he's in bad shape. 

Spying Hunter at the foot of the bed, he nudges the canine awake, and uses the hand signals he'd been working on to send him to fetch the carpet bag he kept on the bookshelf. He'd never had a chance to learn alchemy from his sister's Papa, but he'd held onto the idea, trying to learn some on his own, with help from Seeker Helene. Nothing magical, but the ordinary alchemical concoctions, things that Zevran could use when infiltrating someplace, or simple medicinal cures.

He was bad at it. They tasted godawful. But they worked, after a fashion. "Drink this," he whispers, lifting a vial to Zevran's lips.

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran whimpers at the first whimper, eyes screwed shut. At the direction and the feel of the vial, he obeys out of instinct, trusting the voice he knows. Within moments, his brow relaxes, some of the pain leaving. "...gods above," he mutter hoarsely, swallowing repeated. "Wha- what happened? Feel... poison?"

[Carver Amell]

"Whiskey," he says quietly, dropping the empty vial back in the bag. "how's your head now?"

[Tethras Clan]

"That was not whisky," Zevran protests, eyes still closed. Gods, what do they make their whiskey out of here? "Better," he adds. "I can think at least. Mostly." Mouth is gritty and foul. Eyes feel like they've been baked, gut is writhing still, which is bettering than rampaging as it was. Bettering? Better.  Head feels packed with light linen instead of rust monsters. "You?"

[Carver Amell]

"Uh. Not great."

My head's pounding, but that'll pass on its own. My jaw aches for some reason. But I'm naked -- we're both naked. I wish I could believe we just slept that way but there's a used rubber on the floor by the trash, clearly I threw it and missed. Well. Maybe he threw it. My aim is usually better than -- that's not important right now.

"Are you... is your..." Gods above. His cheeks flare bright red. "How's your butt?" he manages to squeak. Bela taught me, but I was drunk, too drunk to really remember what I was doing. If I did it right. Gods, if I hurt him...

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran frowns a little, squinting without opening his eyes. "I did not have sex last night," he says bluntly. "I could tell." Far too much experience with detecting such things. "Could not have... performed either, not if my hangover is this bad. At most, a handjob."

[Carver Amell]

"Well, uh, I did, and Bela's not here. I don't recall seeing her all night. So." 

[Tethras Clan]

"...how so?" Zevran asks carefully. "Sex, I mean."

[Carver Amell]

He rubs his jaw absently. "There's, uh, evidence, over by the can. I... I don't remember too well, but I think we... I think it's my rubber."