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ɴᴇʀɪᴀ ꜱᴜʀᴀɴᴀ (halamshivanas) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-03-25 01:53:00

Entry tags:

neria surana, zevran arainai

Who: Neria and Zevran/Justice.
What: Neria is not especially pleased with a certain Fade spirit.
Where: Zevran's flat.
When: Evening.
Rating: TBD.
Status: In progress.

Those who knew Neria knew that she was generally calm. It took a lot to really upset her, and she was usually rational and even-tempered. But at the moment, she was livid. Zevran was one of her people. As much as he could be irritating and infuriating by turns, he was still her ally and her friend. She had a responsibility to him. And Justice was using him, taking away his will and controlling him. And Zevran hadn't consented to it. With Anders, at least, there had been an agreement. She didn't like it, but she could respect it. With Zevran, Justice was going too far.

She didn't knock before she came into Zevran's flat. The door wasn't locked, and even if it had been Leliana had taught her how to pick a lock well enough just in case. Besides, if she knocked, there was every chance Justice would keep her out just to be frustrating. Entering the flat, she gave the man, or the Fade spirit judging by his eyes, an angry glare.

"It would seem that we need to have a discussion about just what sort of behaviour is acceptable regarding my companions," she said tersely.

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sleazyhitman
2011-03-25 06:28 am UTC (link)

There were bits and pieces of time where Zevran managed to push his way through Justice and let himself say something. Mostly when he found himself getting really annoyed, like when the bed got set on fire. He really hadn't agreed to any of this, and worst of all, this guy was the biggest cock-blocker in the world. And with someone who had a very extensive list on all the wonders of his penis, it made Zevran a sad sad man.

Justice still felt that he must act swiftly, because he could not fathom to stand by and watch as Zevran fornicated, to be in the same presence as it. To feel it perhaps? It was too much, and so he took control to make sure the task at hand remained.

When Neria entered the room, somehow Justice wasn't surprised. He had been waiting for her. "It is only temporary, my lady."

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halamshivanas
2011-03-25 07:01 am UTC (link)

"Temporary or not," Neria told Justice, her tone leaving no room for argument, "it isn't right. It would be one thing if he gave his consent and you worked out a fair arrangement, but that is not what this is. You cannot simply hijack his body because you're displaced. Where is the fairness in that?"

She knew this Spirit had once been her ally in his eyes, and would be one day from her point of view, but she honestly couldn't see why she would ever work with him. He was too unmoving, too set in his ways. It seemed he would be more of a hindrance than a help. Meanwhile, Zevran had sworn an oath to her, and part of that meant that she had a duty to keep her safe. And those who knew Neria knew that she did not shirk her duty, particularly to her friends.

"He is bound to me," she said. "He has given me his word of honour, and that makes him my responsibility. I cannot stand idly by while he is used like this. I cannot and I will not. It isn't right and there certainly isn't any justice in it that I can see."

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sleazyhitman
2011-03-26 02:05 am UTC (link)

Justice stared at Neria, contemplating her words. It was like his brain was calculating just how much trouble he would be in, versus continuing on like he was. Why they didn't trust him to have Zevran's best interests at heart was beyond him. Didn't the man annoy everyone the way he carried on? Why wouldn't they want to get rid of him?

"He is not being used. I have not done anything with him. I will not use him to carry out my own means. But if I leave him in control, all he will do is fornicate, and I cannot abide by that," he responded eventually. "He will not relent."

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halamshivanas
2011-03-26 04:48 am UTC (link)

"That is not your choice to make!" Neria insisted, stepping into his personal space. This was one topic on which she would not back down. She had fought her way through the Tower and seen how the demons of the Fade destroyed everything that had been her life. And now a spirit of the Fade was hurting someone she cared about. It was too similar for her comfort, and she didn't want to lose Zevran. "That is his body and you cannot simply steal away control because you happen to disagree with the way he lives his life. It is his life to live."

She glared and the spirit, keeping a grip on her own anger only by sheer force of will. "If you continue to circumvent his will like this simply because it suits your purpose," she said, "then you are no different than a demon!"

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sleazyhitman
2011-03-26 05:19 am UTC (link)

Justice didn't like that she was getting so close to him. Though she was admirable to some extent, if he had to choose between his own personal well being and this mongrel's, he would choose his own. He was dead really, a spirit of the Fade and if she destroyed this body, well then he would have to stop her.

"He wastes his life. Even you can see that. None of you even like him." He was starting to get annoyed himself. His control was slipping. She was too close and getting in his face. Being called a demon was the final straw. He reached up to strike her across the face. "You dare to call me a demon? I am trying to protect these people!"

Well now they were in trouble.

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halamshivanas
2011-03-26 06:01 am UTC (link)

He had hit her. He had honestly hit her. The strength of the blow, more than she was accustomed to from Zevran in their occasional sparring sessions, was enough to knock her to the floor. Like other Arcane Warriors she was used to compensating for her lack of physical strength with strength derived from magic, so the fall surprised her. What surprised her more was the fact that he had struck her in the first place. Even with everything, Anders believed this spirit could do good so she had not expected him to become violent.

She tasted blood in her mouth but ignored it and pulled herself to her feet. If he had somehow thought that would cow her, he was mistaken. "Controlling is not the same as protecting!" she said. "If so, then I have been protected my whole life by Templars, and by the humans who keep my people locked up in alienages for their own good before that! Whatever you may think of how Zevran lives his life, it is his life to live. Not yours."

"And don't you ever tell me how I feel about anyone!" she said coldly. "Zevran is my friend. I care for him, just like I care for any of my friends. I would die for him, as I would for any of them! And I refuse to stand aside and let you hurt him like you've hurt Anders!" Because it was obvious that having Justice as a part of him had harmed Anders. He was afraid to let anyone close, to let anyone care about him. And there was something in his eyes that made her wish she could remember the man he used to be. She didn't want that for Zevran, or anyone else.

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sleazyhitman
2011-03-26 08:46 pm UTC (link)

Zevran definitely didn't know what the hell was going on. It was like he was on the outside, looking in and no one was paying him any attention. He really wanted all of this to stop before he got his pretty face all mangled. And he hadn't even whistled at a girl or anything! This was ridiculous. He really didn't want Justice anywhere inside him. And yes, that would be the first time he'd admit to not wanting anything inside him, but that was besides the point.

Justice however looked calm, having took out his anger on the girl in front of him. Her pleas were compassionate, but he still wasn't sure that he should relinquish control and be forced to watch as Zevran did the most unholy things he could imagine. "I will agree to let him go if he promises there will be no fornicating, no loose talk of any kind and he will behave himself. Those are my conditions."

Damn, was Zevran going to have any say in the matter what so ever? He couldn't even answer the guy! "I do not care who stands in my way, I will do what is right by the Templars, what I believe is right, and no power is going to stop me, not when I have been given so many chances to fix things."

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halamshivanas
2011-03-30 04:17 am UTC (link)

As furious as she was with Justice, Neria still would not willingly harm Zevran. He was, as she had said, her friend. And, more than that, it wouldn't teach Justice anything if she was willing to harm someone close to her to achieve what she wanted. It would be hypocritical at best, and it would only convince him that his way was right. Still, she wasn't about to back down.

"You clearly do not understand the definition of compromise," she insisted. "This is not all about you. Zevran has rights too, and you can't simply demand that he gives up all that he is simply so that he can exist. It is cruel and selfish and I cannot see why I would ever call something like you an ally or a friend." Not someone. Something. She could not see Justice as a person when he was like this.

"I have been told many times that there were forces that were unstoppable," she said, glaring up at him, "and I have stopped each and every one of them. Right now, you're a threat to my friend. That makes you an enemy of mine. And I do not care what it takes...I will go into the Fade itself and rip you out of him if I have to. Do not think that I won't!"

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sleazyhitman
2011-03-30 07:22 am UTC (link)

Justice didn't understand how this woman could want an assassin for a friend, or trust one enough to help get defeat the darkspawn. Could a Blight really be healed by someone like Zevran? He really doubted it, even if Zevran had in fact helped. It wasn't as if he had much of a choice in all of this. If Neria could happily return him to the Fade, and set him at peace, by now perhaps he would go. But he had been forced to return to the world, to be stuck in this body. Clearly she did not know what that was like.

"If I give up one inch of room, Zevran will take over and not allow me freedom to do anything. I have to always fight to be here. Do you think I really want to be here?" This place was not going to help him in his path for justice, or vengeance or anything else. They were stuck here. "Perhaps you do not understand because you do not know what it is like to be forced into something you do not wish. You became a Grey Warden of your own volition. I didn't have a choice."

This woman was very much getting on his nerve, and though he wanted her to just go away, the only way that was going to happen was to give up. That wasn't going to happen. "I would like to see you try," he growled.

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halamshivanas
2011-03-30 07:38 am UTC (link)

Of her own volition? Neria honestly couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. Did he have any idea what it had been like for her. "Of my own..." she trailed off and took a calming breath. "Do not claim to know anything about me or what I do and do not understand, spirit! I have spent my whole life forced into one thing or another. I grew up trapped in the alienage, where we were oppressed simply for being born elves, until the Templars dragged me away from my family and brought me to the Circle. They dictated my life until I finally chose to think for myself."

Her eyes narrowed as she continued. "And if I hadn't been all but conscripted into the Wardens," she snapped, "I would have been killed or made Tranquil. I became a Warden as a matter of survival, because I had no other choice. And I will do my duty and end the Blight if I have to die to do so, because there is no other option! And after all of that, I get to die an early death because of something into which I was forced. So do not speak to me about choice! Choice is not a luxury I am allowed."

"And yet I would still not use another as callously as you do," she told him. "You disgust me!" And then she slapped him. She immediately felt bad for it, not because it was him but because of the body he was in, and sent a silent apology to Zevran. But it was done and she couldn't change it. "Do not push me. If I have to destroy you, I will."

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sleazyhitman
2011-03-30 07:45 pm UTC (link)

True Justice didn't think much of her life, or even really contemplate it. She had just thought that all Grey Wardens were given to that life because they wanted to. He'd been about to say something, but then she had went out and slapped him. It seemed that they were both in the same kind of place, both had been trapped, and now he was lashing out and using someone that he shouldn't have been. Instinctively, his hand went up to his face, or perhaps that was Zevran's doing.

"I am just trying to survive the only way I know how," he said quieter than normal. He didn't want to push her into trying to destroy him, not when he was stuck in this body. "You will be sorry you did not let me stay, Grey Warden." He didn't doubt that she would do as she had said, and though he thought about threatening to take Zevran with him, he couldn't. And so he let him go.

A moment later, Zevran let out a sigh. "Well, you certainly showed him who was boss. I did not know that you liked slapping." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

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halamshivanas
2011-03-31 01:52 am UTC (link)

"You do not have to survive by oppressing anyone else," Neria told him. "Otherwise, Anders would not have as much control as he does." At the last bit, she snorted. "Perhaps I will regret it, and perhaps I won't. But, if I do, it will hardly be my first. Nor, I imagine, will it be my last." She had regrets aplenty. But she did not think this would be one of them.

Then Zevran was himself again and the fight went out of her. She felt tired suddenly, as if she'd been pouring all she had into that argument with Justice, and it ached where he had hit her. She could still taste blood where her lip had split, and she was almost dizzy with relief. She had never been so glad to have Zevran making inappropriate comments.

She laughed, shaking her head. It sounded closer to a sob. She had honestly thought, for a short while, that she had lost him. And she hadn't been sure how to handle that. "Zev," she scolded softly, "not right now, all right? The last thing I want is for him to get annoyed and take over again. I don't know if I have it in me to yell any more tonight." Stepping forward, she hugged him, resting her forehead against his shoulder. "I was worried about you. Are you all right?"

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sleazyhitman
2011-03-31 03:45 am UTC (link)

Zevran frowned slightly, though he was glad to be back. "I apologize that I hit you. I do not generally hit women unless I am about to kill them." And if she didn't want him to hit on her, then he would try his very hardest not to do so. It might be hard enough, but she was probably right, they didn't need an excuse to have Justice come back and assert his will.

"You do not have to yell on my behalf, you know. I am fine. Though I will say that I do not like this at all. It is unnatural and he despises me. It is odd to despise yourself. But I very much hope that this is gone soon. Anders can have this .. thing back whenever he wishes. How he puts up with that, I will never know." He wasn't sure he wanted to talk about it much more, because it actually made him far more nervous than he let on.

He put his arms around her and hugged her back and even managed to keep his hands off of her ass. Give him a medal. "Do not worry about me, I can take care of myself."

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