A DWC prompt appears! “Well this is awkward” for Zevran and Tabris?
Title: A Dance of WordsPairing: Zevran x Halvune TabrisRating: MWord Count: 951Warning/Tags: Blood, Killing, Flirting, Sexual TensionCC: @dadrunkwritingWelcome to how Halvune was disarmed mentally by a smug far too good looking Antivan assassin. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. There is also no editor as always.
Balancing her dagger in her hand, walking with Lola ahead of the group. The Mabari had been with her since Ostagar and she was different from the dogs in the Alienage. Behind them, Morrigan and Alistair bickered about maybe the chantry. It broke up the silence of the road.
Wait. She stopped suddenly looking around the road, there was no reason it should be this quiet. Not in this middle of the day. It was a gentle push from her palm to send her dagger in the air, it flipped once before she caught it gripping the cool metal handle in her calloused hands.
As she reached to grab her sword, Lola’s hair bristled as she growled lowly, gnashing her teeth at a woman ran up to them.
“This way please help!” Alistair ran up behind her and she held up her hand as the woman ran back the way she came. It felt rehearsed, like the schemes she and Shiani used to run in the market, fleecing nobles.
“Halvune why are you just standing here?” Taking a breath she looked at Alistair, he grew up as a noble, and a chantry he didn’t know how things were for regular people.
“Morrigan, Alistair, I want you to go ahead…it looks like there are two ridges up ahead. Don’t go up on them, just to help the people be careful, hunters could have set snares,” she instructed tapping her leg so Lola followed her. Leaving her companions on the road to walk into the ambush she was going to turn against, whoever it was that waited down there for them.
Carefully she stepped over the traps, watching to make sure Lola followed her and did not get caught in the traps. Silently they neared three bowmen. Peeking around the group she saw another group. Across the road. Of course, at least they had come prepared. Silently she made a motion to mimic the tapping, signaling the Mabari to crawl forward. With quick signals she laid out the plan, Lola would take the two closest, leaving the end and other three.
As silent as a raven in flight, she moved through the tall grass, once behind the archer closest to the path to the other ridge. Lifting her hand above the grass she crooked her fingers, just as a man down below called for his Ambush. Lola lept at the first slamming him into the ground. Using the distraction Halvune sprang up reaching around she plunged her dagger into the center of the man’s chest. Yanking it out quickly, she dropped some powder letting it obscure her enough.
She danced over the trip wire and around the claw traps, flinching when she heard an explosion. It was a distraction, she would check on Morrigan and Alistair after these were gone. Maintaining her shroud of obscurity just barely she stood behind one archer, slicing his neck with her bloodied dagger. Grabbing ahold of him as his body sagged, she pivoted as his fellows hesitated. With all her strength she shoved the body into the middle archer before dashing over to the other, he barely parried her quick strike with her sword, her arm straining to maintain the block. She carefully inched closer to him.
Sweat dripped from her forehead, her brows knitted in concentration, with a quick lunge, she hissed as an arrow grazed her cheek, slicing the skin open. She sunk her dagger into the man’s neck pulling it out quickly. Whirling around she saw the origin of the arrow. The second archer. She swung her sword cleaving into his neck.
Halvune wasted no time getting down to her companions, her pale hair stained with the vivid red of her own blood. As the elf that seemed to be leading the ambush fell, her sword slammed into the ground. She quietly made her way over to him, as blood dripped from her dagger. Stepping over him she graceless sat on him holding a knife to his neck.
“Ugh…” Slowly he came around, and as much as Halvune did not want to admit it to herself, he was handsome. More so then Nealros…dear Nealros could ever claim. Her heart clenched at the memory of her dead husband and her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Well, my dear how did we end up in this situation?” her hand tightened around the dagger almost on reflex.
“Talk! Who hired you!” she barked the orders out, trying to ignore the fire she saw in his eyes, something burned between them both. The sooner she killed him the better.
“Well this is awkward, for us both I think my dear.” He licked his lips before flashing a seemingly knowing smile. “I was hired by a man known as Loghain, he wishes to kill you and your compatriots.” He attempted to look around.
“After seeing how you decimated my fellow crows, I had a…change of heart. Allow me to serve you, in any way you desire.” She drew back, her eyes wide as he offered himself to her in such a way.
“Alright-”
“You can’t be serious!” She jerked her head up as Alistair cut her off. “He just tried to kill us.” Halvune sighed pulling her dagger away in an exaggerated motion, dropping it on the ground.
“Alright, I am Halvune Tabris, that is Alistair and Morrigan. You can meet the others tonight…” she trailed off meeting his amber eyes for the first time with her pale green.
“Zevran Araiani.” He pushed against her, encouraging her to slide down his body as he sat up, leaning close and whispering. “You’re tense my dear, I promise tonight if you want help with that. I won’t kill you.” Her face flushed as she quickly scrambled away from him.