((OOC: Harvestmere 30, 9:35, Late Evening, Alistair Theirin))
Zevran lazed about on the King’s bed as he had done on more than one occasion in the past. Surprising Alistair in such a way had become one of Zevran’s favorite things to do when visiting the Royal Palace.
Alistair’s marriage to the Teyrna of Gwaren brought with it many benefits; many experienced by the King himself. The new Queen had sought to place her touch upon the Palace and that meant upgrading and improving many things in the palace including the royal bedding. How Alistair got out of bed when surrounded by such sumptuous fabrics, Zevran did not know.
Nor did Zevran know when he might ruffle the King’s velvet and gem dusted coverlet again. The next day he planned to leave for Kirkwall for an indeterminate amount of time. A contract and the prospect of change drew him to the Free Marches. Would such be enough to keep him there? Time would tell.
The curmudgeonly elf had agreed to follow Zevran to Kirkwall, planning her arrival some time after his. His invitation was the largest commitment he had made to another on a personal level since Rinna. Caution he employed around others had found a way to erode around Elunara and Zevran was not entirely sure why. A connection of some sort existed between them and he wished to see where such things led.
But before he endeavored on new life adventures, he wished to spend some quality time with his old friend, Alistair. What type of quality their time might be, remained yet to be seen.
Legs stretched out before him, his cheek lazily propped against the palm of his hand, he kept his eyes upon the door and readied for Alistair’s return to his rooms.
Zevran lazed about on the King’s bed as he had done on more than one occasion in the past. Surprising Alistair in such a way had become one of Zevran’s favorite things to do when visiting the Royal Palace.
Alistair’s marriage to the Teyrna of Gwaren brought with it many benefits; many experienced by the King himself. The new Queen had sought to place her touch upon the Palace and that meant upgrading and improving many things in the palace including the royal bedding. How Alistair got out of bed when surrounded by such sumptuous fabrics, Zevran did not know.
Nor did Zevran know when he might ruffle the King’s velvet and gem dusted coverlet again. The next day he planned to leave for Kirkwall for an indeterminate amount of time. A contract and the prospect of change drew him to the Free Marches. Would such be enough to keep him there? Time would tell.
The curmudgeonly elf had agreed to follow Zevran to Kirkwall, planning her arrival some time after his. His invitation was the largest commitment he had made to another on a personal level since Rinna. Caution he employed around others had found a way to erode around Elunara and Zevran was not entirely sure why. A connection of some sort existed between them and he wished to see where such things led.
But before he endeavored on new life adventures, he wished to spend some quality time with his old friend, Alistair. What type of quality their time might be, remained yet to be seen.
Legs stretched out before him, his cheek lazily propped against the palm of his hand, he kept his eyes upon the door and readied for Alistair’s return to his rooms.