The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Vigile]

The pavitra pauses, studying the human carefully. Mortals all look so alike... Hmmm. Moving closer, he sniffs deeply. "Your scent is... Ah! Lad- or say rather, is it Lord Carol now?"

[Zevran]

Blinking rapidly, Zevran gapes a moment. That's Carol? My word... "A... Most effective disguise," he offers.

[Carver Amell]

"Carver," he says with a scowl. "My name is Carver Amell, and it's not a disguise."

[Isabela]

"Ah, Beth's brother. Then you must be Merrill? Oh good, I was worried you might have left town."

[Merrill]

Merrill offers a timid wave, eyes locked on Zevran. His hair is so pretty... I wonder what I would look like with pretty silver hair.

[Zevran]

Carver? Rather interesting development that. "A curse? That would explain a great deal about.... your life. My congratulations on breaking free from that, you deserve to be much happier than you were." He nods, offering a smile. "Is- Is your sister- is Beth well?" His tone is soft, almost hesitant and there is a clear note of affection in it.

[Carver Amell]

''Yes," he says curtly. "She didn't mention you were..."

The pause is long enough that all know what he means, but he continues anyway: "so pretty."

[Zevran]

Ah. That. I.... I have not missed that reaction during my time as a shadow unseen. Only visible around his master and Beth with frequency, he has gotten out of practice at deflecting such things. "I suppose that is not terribly surprising- Beth never made a big deal of such things. She was more interested in my charm and friendship."

[Carver Amell]

Carver studies him a long moment, frowning. "You're-- you're like-- you're like Him. Very pretty, delicate. It's.... What do you want from Beth?" he asks, abruptly. 

[Zevran]

Threesome. Bad Zevran, just because you're free doesn't mean you can forget yourself. "To speak with her," he says out loud. Forgiveness. Understanding. "To thank her."

[Carver Amell]

Carver studies him a moment longer before nodding. "Fine. We'll take you to her. But I'm going to be there just in case."

[Zevran]

Zevran chuckles. "Settling into your role as brother quickly I see. Very well, lead on, good Carver." He flashes a smile at Isabela.

[Marian Hawke]

Carver collects his pup, leading the way back to the house they're renting, where he left his sisters sipping lemonade on the porch as they catch up. 

Marian is off the porch before she realizes it, racing to greet the group almost like Hunter might when Carver returns from being away. She skids to a stop, however, not throwing herself into Bela's arms, but beaming at her, excited. 

Her gaze falls on Zev for an instant, and something conflicted flickers through her eyes, but she doesn't let it diminish her smile.

"This is him?" she asks. "How was the trip? Everything went okay?"

[Bethany]

"Zev!" Bethany nearly shrieks. She's not even half as restrained as her elder sister, launching herself at Zevran with a delighted laugh. The merikos drow catches her with a grunt, spinning in place to bleed of her momentum. "You're alive, you're safe! You're here, I can't believe- I didn't dare hope- you're here!"

[Zevran]

Holding her up with familiar hands, Zevran laughs along with her, grinning madly. She is... she is not at all mad at me? I thought for sure that... How? How can she..? He doesn't bother trying to reply, just lets her gush for a bit.