The Silver Queen [AU]

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran takes a moment to assess his body again, then frowns. "If so, then the only thing I used was my hands," he says slowly. "Unless healing magic was used afterwards, but I feel too wretched for that to be true, I think. Per-ack!" The merikos drow is cut off by the door to the cabin opening, letting light spill in. 

"Ah, you've both awoken! Splendid. I come with honey-salt porridge, strong black willow bark tea and  lightly buttered toast," a jovial voice says in a low voice. A male voice, smooth and young sounding. Hard to see details with the light behind him after being in the low candlelight, but they have shoulder length pale hair, a slim build and a dark complexion.

[Carver Amell]

Carver stares at him. Flashes of sensory memory flood him: hands, touching places gently. More than two. Then, later, only two, but a warm shoulder underneath him, as the older drow gives up on being useful. 

"Fuck," he whispers, groaning, as he closes his eyes, leaning his head back. Why does my fucking jaw ache? he asks his brain, but his brain declines to answer the question for fear of self-incrimination.

[Tethras Clan]

"Perhaps," the newcomer says with a laugh, one delighted but with an undercurrent of awkwardness. "Not to say I am displeased with what we did last night, that was..." He steps further in, revealing more of his appearance for a split second, then closes the door with his foot, dropping the light level to the single candle again. Rather familiar features, yet different at the same time. "A gift," he finally says.

"..." Zevran finally pries his eyes open and forces himself to stare at the person. "...Jass?" he mumbles vaguely, brain still not working.

"Oui, cousin," the merikos drow says lightly. "You seem to have come off far the lesser against Reg's brown speckled whisky brew."

[Carver Amell]

"Ffffffuuuuuucccckkkkkkkk." elaborates the ex-mercenary, running his hand through his shock-white hair. He, at least, didn't get mistaken for merikos drow -- despite the hair, his skin is fair, his features too rugged and human to be mistaken for elven. 

[Tethras Clan]

"Carver... what is wrong?" Zevran says with concern, Jassinth pausing a yard from the bed.

[Carver Amell]

"I barely remember last night and I wake up with two drow men in my bed," he groans. "I wasn't-- this isn't what I meant by going slow, dammit."

A heartbeat later, his eyes open. "Not that it's your fault! I just. I made bad choices when I drink, I forgot that."

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran winces. "I... I am sorry, I should have called a halt to things before they got out of hand," he says, pained. 

"You two were not..." Jass looks a little panicked. "I had thought- I mean-"

[Carver Amell]

"It's -- just, don't tell anyone?" he fairly begs. 

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran frowns. "...tell anyone what?" he asks carefully, eyes going a little guarded.

[Carver Amell]

"That I was such a colossal idiot," he groans. "Just -- I'm not ready, Zevran." He rubs his jaw absently, then turns crimson as the memories he's been trying to suppress come flooding back. Oh. No wonder. Fuck me.

[Tethras Clan]

"Deep breathes, mon bouclier," Zevran says softly, rubbing Carver's back. As always, having another to focus on, to care for and interact with, does wonders for the Cirenite. "I see no need to tell people we all got drunk. But... perhaps you would be up for an outing later? Jass is a local and can play tour guide if..."

"I would be delighted to met your friend properly, cousin," the younger merikos drow says quickly.

[Carver Amell]

"With Bela?" he half-pleads. Something less like a date? 

A moment later he frowns. "Where is Bela? I didn't see her after we split from Dau."

[Tethras Clan]

"Last I had heard, she was still speaking with Dau. Bit of gossip that, given how rare it is for Dau to talk with travelers," Jassinth offers eagerly, happy to be able to help in some way. "That was last night, so she's probably either back here or at the Oak, depending on her need. 

[Carver Amell]

"Oh... Oh. Uh. Okay. We should... I should get clothes," he adds, blushing faintly. 

[Tethras Clan]

"Right, of course. I... I'll just leave this here and... should I wait on deck or..?" Jass asks, sounding vulnerable underneath his easygoing and helpful tone. He sets the tray on the nightstand and starts backing away to the door as he speaks.