The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Isabela]

"She wants to change herself. Dangerous, unproven magic. I told her I'm not comfortable being a part of that and she kept pushing."

[Zevran]

"No means no," Zevran murmurs, nodding. "And she would not even say what she wished to change?"

[Isabela]

Isabela hesitates. "She said," she finally admits. "But I'm not certain how widely she intended it to be spread."

[Zevran]

"Ah. Say no more then," the merikos 'elf' says smoothly, smiling up at her. "Are you okay?" he asks more gently, more naturally.

[Isabela]

"Of course," she says, and her voice is more tender as well. "Just...concerned. I should never have gotten involved with our pup. I did not anticipate this level of... involvement."

[Zevran]

"I do not think anyone could have," Zevran says dryly. Sighing, he rises to his feet. "But as much as she is... not overly impressing me," he admits, "her sister asked me to look after her. If you are truly well..." He studies her carefully as he speaks, looking for any sign she still needs him. Promise to Beth or not, Isabela comes well before Marian.

[Isabela]

She smiles up at him, still rubbing at her temple. "I am fine, Zev. Go, look after the pup. I'll be here when you get back."

[Zevran]

"Good," he says softly. "I am becoming very fond of coming back to you." With that, he bows and slips from the room, intending to track down Marian.

[Marian Hawke]

She hasn't gone far; knowing Varric is out, as he is most of the time now, she has stolen his room, spreading the huge tome open on the bed and laying on her stomach, studying the diagrams. 

It almost disguises her crying. 

[Zevran]

Knocking softly on the door, he waits with his head turned to give her at least the pretense of not being caught crying.

[Marian Hawke]

She wipes her eyes, stifling the next sob, taking a moment to compose herself. "Come in," she calls, with false cheer. 

[Zevran]

Zevran steps inside, taking care to shut the door entirely this time. Padding over to the bed, he squats in front of her. "Hello," he says with a gentle smile, testing the waters.

[Marian Hawke]

"hey," says Marian, then, glancing down at the page. "I don't suppose you're interested in helping me with this ritual?"

[Zevran]

"I am interested in hearing about it at least," Zevran replies. "And... speaking with you in general. Between work and travel, we have not had much time to speak since..." I seduced you into not hating me, "we started speaking." 

[Marian Hawke]

"It's just, it's a tantric ritual, so I literally can't do it alone," she points out. "Someone has to guide it, while I raise power. Or well, we raise power, but I'll hook myself up as the conduit, so that the other person can guide the forces -- I'm worried if I try to guide, I'll give myself a migraine." Or explode my brains or something.