The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[NPCs]

"Few that live are able to see from such a viewpoint. Now. What weakness need you shored up most dire?"

[Carver Amell]

"I don't know what I'm doing," he admits. "I'm trying to get the household staffed, sort out allies from enemies, and figure out how to get la'livingstone off my back."

[NPCs]

"Light La'Livingstone ahbors a mystery. Make him work to find an answer and he will be satisfied for a time." It thinks a moment, then offers, "I can provide servants, should you wish, for a time. Consider it a... welcoming gift, I believe the custom is named."

[Carver Amell]

"Um, yeah, that would be great. Here, we have this list of positions we still need to fill..." 

[Marian Hawke]

She can't help herself. She tries; for the better part of a day and a half she manages it. But when they stop for lunch, and she sees Isabela pouting just so at Zevran, she loses control, pressing her lips to Bela's, pushing her onto her back, no longer caring about privacy in her urge to please someone. 

By the time she gets Bela's shirt off, the others have moved away, attempting to grant them some semblance of privacy. Bela isn't arguing or protesting, but Marian's not certain she would notice if the opposite was the case, so consumed is she by lust. 

The better part of an hour later, she slinks back into the camp, drenched in sweat, embarrassed, looking chastised. For her part, Isabela seems fine; she smiles reassuringly at Zev, holds her head high, a little smirk on her lips. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

"We made lunch," Haliel offers the pair, eyes flicking from one to the other. "I... assume you've both worked up an appetite?"

[Zevran]

"I rather think that is what was just fed," Zevran says with a laugh as he saunters over to them. "You are both well?" he asks in a low voice.

[Isabela]

"No worries here," says Bela. "She was a bit rough, but I've scolded her for it already. Our little Pup seems to have some unfulfilled needs."

[Marian Hawke]

For her part, Marian flinches, looking away from Zev. She sits, wrapping her wings around her awkwardly, ducking her head. 

[Zevran]

"Easier with a woman," Zevran realizes, inclined his head to her as he steps aback. "My apologies, Marian, I should have thought of that."

[Marian Hawke]

"i-- I'm sorry," she whispers, flinching again. "I shouldn't have..."

[Isabela]

"As I said before, it's fine. There's no harm done, I was entirely willing. Only, next time, ask first."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Marian," Haliel says gently, approaching nice and slow with a bowl of beans and rice. "Hey, look at me? Please?"

[Marian Hawke]

Marian glances up, but only briefly, her gaze dropping almost immediately. "I-- I shouldn't have-- I'm dangerous, I shouldn't be close to you."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Marian..." Haliel lowers her head for a moment, then nods to herself. "Marian, I'll make you a promise-- if you ever try to force me to do anything I do not wish to do with you, I will stop you. With force if need be. I'll heal you afterwards, but I will injure you before I let you hurt us both that way."