Miracle Goodnight [3/3]
anonymous
January 16 2013, 04:19:54 UTC
With a growl, the Captain grabbed the side of Surana's head in one large hand and slammed it, once, against the mast. Fenris jerked in place at the blow, surprised, and... Zevran was suddenly no longer beside him.
"This little party is over," Zevran said with surprising calm, abruptly beside the pair, "pull out and get out of my sight." The former Qunari and the former Crow stared at each other, although Zevran had to look straight up to do it. He hadn't drawn his weapons, but the cold look in his eye said that he would if not obeyed.
"You think to order me on my own ship, elf?" the Captain growled, giving Surana's body another thrust. Fenris stood up from his hiding place, pointedly, his marking thrumming to life and making several of the nearby sailors jump with surprise.
"You were paid handsomely to get us across the ocean intact," Zevran replied, steel underlying his thickly-accented voice. "If need-be, I will figure out how to sail this little boat with four men, and sell you and all your cargo on the black market. Do you truly wish to try me?"
In the end, apparently the answer was 'no'. The sailors, including the Captain, withdrew, although not without some muttering from the men and a look full of promise from the Captain as he tucked himself back into his trousers.
Fenris stepped around the crates and barrels and helped cut Surana down from the mast. He was barely conscious, and Zevran half-caught him. "Help me get him to Orsino, he needs healing. Now."
Together, they hauled the bloodied mage back to their cabin, Fenris kicking the door open. "Is he normally so self-destructive?" he couldn't help but ask as Orsino obligingly worked on healing his fellow mage, looking shocked and worried himself. Apparently the former First Enchanter hadn't had anymore of a clue about what Surana liked to get up to than Fenris himself had. He fussed over the younger mage as if he was a wounded bird, forgetting his own troubles for a time.
"You ask that when he was so pleased to have you torture him?" Zevran asked, "Truly? Yes. It is especially bad after being touched by blood magic, as I said."
"Zev..." that was Surana, "sorry."
"Not now, amore," Zevran tsked, "rest while we put you back together, yes?"
"Good luck with that," Surana managed a weak little laugh, though the look he was giving the assassin was a guilty one. And no wonder, if it was such a reoccurring issue that Zevran had to stand guard over his exploits. "It wasn't even enough," the mage let his eyes slip shut as Zevran tended to the gouge on his temple from the mast, cleaning it out with some foul-smelling substance, "with my magic locked up by blood magic... it may never be enough. This was... this is..."
"Enough, my Warden, we will talk later," Zevran put a little of that steel back in his voice, and Surana closed his mouth.
"The crew did this?" Orsino asked as they rolled Surana onto his side so that he could begin healing his back. The Warden's huge mabari watched from where he lay on the floor across the tiny room, but he knew better than to get in the way.
"It is... complicated," Fenris offered, hesitantly. "We will want to keep a watch, and stick together as much as possible." As much as the idea made his skin crawl, it was sound.
"It's that bad?" the former Enchanter looked between them, looking a bit hunted himself. Going from the situation in Kirkwall to a potentially hostile ship in the middle of the ocean had to be rough, even for a would-be blood mage. Fenris almost felt bad for him. Almost.
"Perhaps," Zevran agreed, "many things can go wrong on an ocean voyage. Particularly to those who have displeased a ship's captain."
"Sorry," Surana murmured again.
"Silence," Fenris startled himself by saying it, "there is nothing to be gained with guilt in this situation."
He could feel Zevran watching him as he retreated, carefully not looking at anyone. Fenris closed the door, and then leaned against it, and said nothing else.
Re: Miracle Goodnight [A/N]
anonymous
January 22 2013, 14:50:30 UTC
Never fear, if OP didn't have a taste for this sort of thing, OP would most likely not be so in love with the series. ;) Of course I love the slightly less "Wow, Tannu is fucked in the head" parts a lot, but to quote snark!Hawke: "When did I ever give the impression I was turned off by crazy?" 8D
Thank you very much for the fill! Hrng, size is one of my favourite kinks, honestly, it's good to see it get hit in S&S. :3 And I'd be very happy to have you borrow the other ideas later. <3 You're welcome to them!
"This little party is over," Zevran said with surprising calm, abruptly beside the pair, "pull out and get out of my sight." The former Qunari and the former Crow stared at each other, although Zevran had to look straight up to do it. He hadn't drawn his weapons, but the cold look in his eye said that he would if not obeyed.
"You think to order me on my own ship, elf?" the Captain growled, giving Surana's body another thrust. Fenris stood up from his hiding place, pointedly, his marking thrumming to life and making several of the nearby sailors jump with surprise.
"You were paid handsomely to get us across the ocean intact," Zevran replied, steel underlying his thickly-accented voice. "If need-be, I will figure out how to sail this little boat with four men, and sell you and all your cargo on the black market. Do you truly wish to try me?"
In the end, apparently the answer was 'no'. The sailors, including the Captain, withdrew, although not without some muttering from the men and a look full of promise from the Captain as he tucked himself back into his trousers.
Fenris stepped around the crates and barrels and helped cut Surana down from the mast. He was barely conscious, and Zevran half-caught him. "Help me get him to Orsino, he needs healing. Now."
Together, they hauled the bloodied mage back to their cabin, Fenris kicking the door open. "Is he normally so self-destructive?" he couldn't help but ask as Orsino obligingly worked on healing his fellow mage, looking shocked and worried himself. Apparently the former First Enchanter hadn't had anymore of a clue about what Surana liked to get up to than Fenris himself had. He fussed over the younger mage as if he was a wounded bird, forgetting his own troubles for a time.
"You ask that when he was so pleased to have you torture him?" Zevran asked, "Truly? Yes. It is especially bad after being touched by blood magic, as I said."
"Zev..." that was Surana, "sorry."
"Not now, amore," Zevran tsked, "rest while we put you back together, yes?"
"Good luck with that," Surana managed a weak little laugh, though the look he was giving the assassin was a guilty one. And no wonder, if it was such a reoccurring issue that Zevran had to stand guard over his exploits. "It wasn't even enough," the mage let his eyes slip shut as Zevran tended to the gouge on his temple from the mast, cleaning it out with some foul-smelling substance, "with my magic locked up by blood magic... it may never be enough. This was... this is..."
"Enough, my Warden, we will talk later," Zevran put a little of that steel back in his voice, and Surana closed his mouth.
"The crew did this?" Orsino asked as they rolled Surana onto his side so that he could begin healing his back. The Warden's huge mabari watched from where he lay on the floor across the tiny room, but he knew better than to get in the way.
"It is... complicated," Fenris offered, hesitantly. "We will want to keep a watch, and stick together as much as possible." As much as the idea made his skin crawl, it was sound.
"It's that bad?" the former Enchanter looked between them, looking a bit hunted himself. Going from the situation in Kirkwall to a potentially hostile ship in the middle of the ocean had to be rough, even for a would-be blood mage. Fenris almost felt bad for him. Almost.
"Perhaps," Zevran agreed, "many things can go wrong on an ocean voyage. Particularly to those who have displeased a ship's captain."
"Sorry," Surana murmured again.
"Silence," Fenris startled himself by saying it, "there is nothing to be gained with guilt in this situation."
He could feel Zevran watching him as he retreated, carefully not looking at anyone. Fenris closed the door, and then leaned against it, and said nothing else.
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Thank you very much for the fill! Hrng, size is one of my favourite kinks, honestly, it's good to see it get hit in S&S. :3 And I'd be very happy to have you borrow the other ideas later. <3 You're welcome to them!
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You can always prompt more size kink if you wanna see more size kink. ;) I'm pretty sure it's relevant to Tannu's interests.
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