Zevran's Gift

[Nathaniel]

"You are kind," he repeats. 

[Phoebe]

"You ain't so bad yerself," Phoebe says stoutly, kissing his cheek gently. "Now I ain't got any hurts that need healing... so hows about you give me a basic check-up?"

[Tethras Clan]

Enslaved despite the lack of chains. Seems to miss having orders. Constantly seeking hints to get direction from in place of those missing orders. Willfully refuses to state outright any sort of desire or need for things. Very slippery about it too. I... I need help with this. More, I need to distract myself a little. 

Making almost no sound at all, Zevran pads into Hawke and Merrills chambers and slips into the bed. Sensing her snap awake, he murmurs, "it's me my love. All is safe." As if Silence would have let me in the room if I were not.

[Marian Hawke]

"Oh good," says Hawke, sleepily. "Everything alright? You just miss me?"

[Tethras Clan]

"Always," Zevran replies huskily, kissing the back of her neck as he snuggles up against her.

[Marian Hawke]

"Not too badly, I trust," she jokes, rolling over to press her head against his chest. "I might have to do something about that."

[Tethras Clan]

"What kinds of something?" her wicked warrior asks, hands beginning to wander. Twenty minutes later, he pulls her close. Hand stroking her back slowly, he rests his body across her sturdier one. That's... strange for him, being that distracted after sex. Twenty minutes is fairly normal for an afterdark romp, but he's normally more attentive afterwards.

[Marian Hawke]

She stifles a yawn -- BDSM has been great, but it was also nice to have something more tender today. "Beloved," she purrs, nuzzling against him. "What are you thinking about?"

[Tethras Clan]

"How to free a slave from the chains in their mind," the merikos drow murmurs absently.

[Marian Hawke]

Her hand slows, coming to a stop mid-stroke of his long hair. "Oh?" she forces herself to ask, gently. 

[Tethras Clan]

"Mhhh," he agrees, still more in his own head than not. For another two seconds anyway. "Shit, no, not- not me. Ma'bela- no, not her either, but- no-one you know. A rescue. New."

[Marian Hawke]

Hawke lets out a long, slow breath. "Ah. I was beginning to worry I'd done something to worry you," she admits. "I've been doing better, but sometimes I don't notice how badly I-- in any event, what's going on?"

[Tethras Clan]

"You have been fine," Zevran assures her, kissing the inner curve of her neck gently. "His name is Nathaniel and... he is perhaps one of the worst cases of... clinging to one's chains I have seen. He is soft, gentle and kind. Eager and willing to please. Graceful and beautifully gorgeous, perhaps even moreso than myself." He lacks the edge of naughtiness, wickedness, but makes up for it in a kind of vulnerability. "I am... it is hard to... he needs help, help I should give..."

[Marian Hawke]

"But it takes you back," sighs Hawke, stroking Zevran's back gently. "I understand. It's similar with Mia -- she needs help badly, and she wants it from me, but I am reminded. Oh, did I mention to you she's staying a few weeks? Just so you're not surprised."

[Tethras Clan]

"Is she? Auntie as well?" Zevran asks curiously. Actually... that might be helpful. Or perhaps not. Estelle is very... authoritarian, I doubt she would see a problem with letting someone that wishes to submit and serve, do so. Which... Is that wrong?