Zevran's Gift

[Tethras Clan]

"I forget, does Anders not like me still?" The merikos drow seems utterly serious, eyes narrowing slightly as he tries to think.

[Marian Hawke]

"He's fine with you. He was only ever jealous."

[Tethras Clan]

"Well, I am so very fabulous," Zevran says with a cheeky smile. Resting his forehead against hers, he sighs softly. "Thank you, my wise and loving hawk," he murmurs in elven. "I do not know if a Delve will help but... it gives me hope."

[Marian Hawke]

"Ask Anders about it," she says, with a nod. "Even if he is still jealous of your fabulosity, he'll be professional about work stuff. He always is."

[Tethras Clan]

"Mmmh. I suspect that dedication to healing is why you fell for him in the first place no?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Some of why," she agrees. "He just... cares, so much."

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran hums softly, then nestles down against her again. "That does seem to be your 'type' now that I think about it. What we care about differs and how, but..."

[Marian Hawke]

"but you all care about something. Yeah. I... I like passion." Her eyes begin to drift closed even as she yawns again. "Maybe I shoulda been cirenite after all."

[Tethras Clan]

"We can try again tomorrow," he assures her, eyes closing as well. "..maybe you're poly-faithful too?"

[Marian Hawke]

"I like that," she sighs, contentedly. "Polyfaith. Astea's my Merrill, and Ciren's my Zevran, and Vangal's my Aveline, and... yeah. I like that."

[Tethras Clan]

"Goodnight, my love," Zevran whispers, making a mental note to track down Anders at the main Summerhill campus before the man leaves Nyra for the farm. Probably tomorrow afternoon, before work.


The following afternoon, Zevran makes a point of rushing daily absolutions so he can get to Summerhill with enough time to have a long conversation with Anders if that's what's needed. He also grabs some lunch from a vendor- grilled meat pockets, a loaf of cheese-stuffed bread and a thing of salad to try and hit most angles- in order to bribe Anders into spending his lunch talking to him. Thankfully, his reputation as Hawke's lover- and a big advocate for counseling for battered partners- is enough to get him in the door. And some flirting gets him a room number, ending up with him knocking on the door to some guest staff housing.

[GamesMaster]

Anders is just pulling on his robes, having woken from his nap (I am officially too old to pull all-nighters -- and when did that happen?) a short time earlier. He calls out, "Come in, I'll be right out!" to what he assumes are the housekeeping staff as he splashes water from his basin onto his face, drying it with a towel. 

[Tethras Clan]

"A lesser soul would take that as more invitation that you likely meant," Zevran says cheerfully. Damnit un malicieux, cannot you not resist for just a half hour? "Ah, I mean to say, good afternoon Healer Anders."

[GamesMaster]

"Oh! Zevran," he says, double-timing his drying of his face. He reaches for his ring, sliding it onto his right ring finger as he adds, "Is there a problem? I can cancel my afternoon--"

[Tethras Clan]

"No, this is... a consult, I suppose. I..." Zevran rubs the back of his neck, looking awkward and unsure for once. "I brought lunch, if you... meat buns, bread with cheese and salad?"