Zevran Arainai (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mmmleather) wrote2011-04-10 06:12 pm
mmmleather) wrote2011-04-10 06:12 pm
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5 - Action
[Hello Vertiline temple district! How are you today? Still snowed in? Pity.
Surely, your remember the elf who left your sheltering bosom well over a week ago? On an exploration expedition? Well. He's back. And looks more like something the cat dragged in, rather than the cheerful, flirtatious elf he usually is. He's just... plodding wearily through the snow, making for the temple itself.
There's frost in his hair, and a definite blue tinge to usually tan and healthy skin. Unless anyone intercepts him on his way to the temple, he's just going to slip inside, and all but sprawl against a wall.
He probably should head to his pod, but sitting down is good. He'll get up later. When it stops being so cold and he stops being so tired.]
Surely, your remember the elf who left your sheltering bosom well over a week ago? On an exploration expedition? Well. He's back. And looks more like something the cat dragged in, rather than the cheerful, flirtatious elf he usually is. He's just... plodding wearily through the snow, making for the temple itself.
There's frost in his hair, and a definite blue tinge to usually tan and healthy skin. Unless anyone intercepts him on his way to the temple, he's just going to slip inside, and all but sprawl against a wall.
He probably should head to his pod, but sitting down is good. He'll get up later. When it stops being so cold and he stops being so tired.]
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What'd he do t'deserve that?
[Yay pod! Lucas opens the door and carries the elf inside.
Inside, Red is perched on the sofa. He ruffles his feathers.]
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[This should totally explain everything. He'd probably elaborate, were he not trying to conserve all energy to the effort of conserving body heat. The sudden change in temperature gets a little gasp of surprise out of him, and he lifts his head.]
Where is this?
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's m'pod. Didn't think o' where else t'go. Now get outta those. Y'were wanderin' in th' snow. Layin' there in wet clothes just gonna make ya worse.
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This... this is so forward... and I am not even drunk.
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I'm tryin' t'save yer life. Y'wanna freeze t'death? Drag yourself and yer mouth back out there. If y'd rather live, y'best do what I say.
[Yeah, he's getting frustrated. Maybe it would have been easier if Zevran was unconscious. Remy had been. That was a piece of cake.]
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[No, it wasn't, but that tone registers moreso than the actual words do. Now that they're indoors, it's becoming even more difficult to remain awake.
His hand continues pawing at the buckles, until he curses, and tries for a different set -- fingers not obeying his commands.]
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Don't y'say nothin'...
[Have a little help, Zevran! Lucas' hands are working quickly as possible to assist.]
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Thankfully! It's only light leather armor. There aren't even pants. Just a kilt... thing. So he lies there, his eyes slowly closing, until it's done. And when it is, there is a tanned and... tattooed elf sprawled out and dozing.]
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[With the clothing sucessfully removed, Lucas not noticed Zevran's asleep. At least he's asleep somewhere safe.
Lucas puts the elf's clothes aside and starts removing his own. Nothing sexual about it, Lucas was simply always taught that direct skin contact was the best way to share body heat.
Red makes a small noise and Lucas looks to his bird.]
What? Hush it will ya?
[With that said, he climbs into bed next to Zevran and holds the elf close, sharing his warmth.]
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But... it's too much effort to think it up. So, instead, he lets himself be handled, and coddled, and... oh wow, this is really warm. Some part of him is incredibly amused -- it laughs, and so does he.
And then, the elf is out. Like a proverbial light, the shivering slowly starting to ease up.]