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[goodwithwood]

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[theelvenscholar]

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"That looks rather boring," she said, glancing at the elvish script. She couldn't read what it said, but the writing did not interest her as much as the man. She could tell he was getting a little self conscious, and was enjoying it. "Why don't we go do something fun?"

Erestor frowned. Boring? This was fascinating, a whole different culture to explore, different drinking customs, foods, holidays, attitudes. What wasn’t exciting about that? “Well, that depends,” Erestor said, then turning back to the page just to finish the sentence he was writing. “What sort of fun? Is it tradtional here? Some sort of game? I’d be happy to observe.” 

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[brother-sebastian-vael]

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[daggersandsparks]

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"He was unconscious when I found him." She shrugged, indicating the man beside her. Not that she hadn’t taken advantage of the fact that he was unconscious to empty his pocket, but the other woman didn’t need to know that. Yet.

[daydreamsonacloudyday]

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[deadliestdance]

The Crow's Nest || sassypiratequeen

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The rowdy susurrus of the busy tavern slowly intensified as the evening droned on, and the saucy, red-headed wench on his lap giggled, shifting deliberately-- and quite distractingly-- across his thighs. Zevran leaned closer, murmuring in her ear as he neatly poured another half-glass of brandy, his crooked smile not quite reaching his eyes.

Truly, there were worse places to live than Antiva. Especially now that his... difficulties with the Crows had been resolved. That entire process had been tedious, to say the least, and now that it was settled, leaving him firmly at the head of the guild he'd once thought to run out of town, the assassin found he felt only a vague sense of dissatisfaction, a weariness when it came to dealing with the day-to-day minutiae that such an organization required.

To be succinct: he was bored. So very bored.

Surely proper delegation would handle a good deal of that burden, and he had already begun to install his own agents where they might do the best good, but still. At the moment, it was far too much like work and far too little like adventure, in his opinion.

And so, he was here, in a vague, largely ineffective attempt to mitigate that stress, and he'd just taken a sip of his drink as a familiar voice sounded from far too near. Craning his neck, he peered around the woman in his lap, squinting over her quite formidable bosom as he sought the source of that too-familiar tone.

"Isabela? Is that you?"

[lyriumghostwolf]

CONFESS!

Send me a ‘CONFESS!’ and my character will have to truthfully admit one thing they find sexually attractive.

The elf eyed her for several moments. Did he really have to say it? Then a thought occurred to him and he smirked. “Your piercings.” and he wasn’t going to elaborate.