Zevvy trying to seduce Aveline to make your warden jealous?
Here you are! Featuring Cylienne Surana and Brieze Hawke.
The group had been traveling for some time now, and Zevran was starting to get bored. Cylienne noticed the telltale signs right off the bat; an impatient flash in his eyes, head lolling casually from side to side in a search for something to entertain him.
"We're about halfway there," the leader of their group, the Champion of Kirkwall, announced. Brieze was an interesting woman, standing with a proud posture that demanded people to recognize that she was important. She had blond hair and a face that shouted she descended from nobility. Cylienne had been pleasantly surprised to find her unfazed by meeting the Hero of Ferelden; it was a nice change from everyone else, who always gawked and practically prostrated themselves at her feet.
Accompanying them down the side of Sundermount were a handful of Hawke's friends -- a tall archer in glittering white armor named Sebastian, who, according to Zevran, was a prince of one of the Free Marches' city-states. Brieze and him seemed very close, exchanging tender glances and brushing hands whenever they could. There was also a dwarf, Varric, who was quite suave and made wisecracks whenever he could. Cylienne liked him. And then there was the captain of Kirkwall's city guard, a gruff and intense woman called Aveline. Cylienne wagered that she would be the target of Zevran's search for amusement.
Sure enough, only a moment later Zevran's gaze fell squarely on the red-haired warrior, and a playful smirk danced across his lips. He sidled up to Aveline, who kept her eyes trained ahead, no-nonsense.
"So, Aveline, my dear, you must tell me--"
"You may call me Guard-Captain, elf," she interrupted him steely. "And I don't have to tell you anything."
"Ohh, don't be such a spoil-sport," Zevran chided, grinning good-naturedly. "I simply wish to get to know you better."
"And I don't."
"Oh-ho-ho, you are feisty! Right to the point. I like that." He twirled a dagger in one of his hands. "Perhaps you would prefer a more direct way of acquainting yourself with me?"
Aveline was silent. Cylienne rolled her eyes, knowing exactly where this was going.
Zevran took her lack of response as an invitation to proceed. "Such as... in a bedchamber tonight?" He snuck a glance back backwards at Cylienne, clearly wanting to see her reaction. She raised her eyebrows at him, trying not to let the tiny pang of jealousy she felt show. He was just being his flirtatious self, and this meant nothing, she reminded herself.
That stopped the captain in her tracks. The rest of the party halted as well, Brieze and Sebastian looking rather shocked. Varric, who had been trying to stifle chuckles for the majority of the conversation, raised his eyebrows in mild alarm. "Um, I don't think--" he started, worrying for Zevran's safety.
"I have a husband," Aveline informed him, her voice calm but her expression bordering on dangerous.
Zevran was undeterred, and shrugged cheerfully. "He can join too, if he likes."
She became flustered. "Isn't that your own lover standing over there?"
He opened his mouth to reply, surely about to suggest she take part as well, but Cylienne saw her chance to intervene. "Why yes, it is. His lover also happens to be a mage, who can summon a bolt of lightning aimed at anyone any time she wishes." She placed her hands on her hips.
Zevran laughed heartily. "That makes it all the more fun," he added confidingly to Aveline with a wink before retreating back to Cylienne's side, knowing he was defeated. Everyone began walking again, and the two elves fell to the back of the group.
Cylienne looked at Zevran expectantly. He caught her gaze, and chuckled. "Jealous, mi amor?"
"Maybe a little," she sniffed.
He took her hand. Though his skin was tan, Cylienne's was darker. "Ah, don't be. You know my heart belongs to you and you alone."
"I know. But you still need to make it up to me," she said with a smirk.
"Oh, trust me, I will. Tonight. Just the two of us, I promise."
Cylienne smiled and sent a tiny thrill of electricity through her hand.
