InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "allonsy, alonso"

Ronia Appoline (OC) (robbersdaughter) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2010-01-31 23:03:00

Entry tags:

ronia, zevran arainai

Who: Zev & Ronia
Where: The Guildhall, Louisiana
When: Late, local time
What: Midnight snack?
Warnings: Possible

Ronia was doing well enough, for being almost two decades out of place, give or take, and she was even doing alright with the fact that her daughter, who should be about three, was closer to thirty, older than Ronia was now, and had kids of her own.

At that particular moment she was in the kitchen, making herself a snack. Artan hadn't been overestimating his skill with a needle, and the stitches in her side that had torn when she'd arrived were re-done and covered with a bandage, the edge of it just visible under the hem of her shirt when she moved.

She was making a sandwich, meat and cheese and meat again on bread, no condiments because they just got in the way as far as she was concerned. She was barefoot and hardly even had to duck to see into the fridge to put things away.

Page 1 of 3
<<	[1] [2] [3]	>>

(Post a new comment)

easy_lover
2010-02-01 07:30 am UTC (link)

Zevran was staying awake late, as was his habit - partly due to being used to working in shifts to keep alert against Darkspawn attacks, and partly because he liked to look in on Michelle periodically as she slept. She moved in fits and starts, and he liked to see how well she was sleeping. He worried about her.

Blinking when he saw the door to the fridge, he cocked his head. "Is that a face I have not seen before, or some sort of ghost that enjoys milk as much as I do?"

(Reply to this)

	robbersdaughter 2010-02-01 07:36 am UTC (link)
	She blinked up over the door before closing it, smiling and shaking her head, "No ghost, though I kind of feel like one, a little." Her brow furrowed, thinking that over, "Or what I think one would feel like." She shook her head again, "I'm Ronia, just got in today. You hungry?" (Reply to this)

	easy_lover 2010-02-01 07:37 am UTC (link)
	He smiled in return, bowing before her. "I am Zevran, fairly recently arrived myself, though about thirty days past. I am not hungry, though I am thirsty! And if you would like company, I would be more than happy to entertain you." (Reply to this)

	robbersdaughter 2010-02-01 07:39 am UTC (link)
	"Company's good." She said with a nod, "Milk, you said?" She asked, getting the carton out of the fridge once more, "I won't be staying long." A shrug, "Just until I heal up. I'm, uh, Petit's mother. Though she's supposed to be three as far as I'm concerned, definitely not old enough to have a sprout of her own." (Reply to this)

	easy_lover 2010-02-01 07:42 am UTC (link)
	Blinking, he burst into laughter a moment later. "I can see where she gets her looks! Her child is quite fun, I like Henry. And I have not yet met Henriette, I am told that I should not. I apparently flirt, and flirting with the mother and the daughter both is frowned upon in your culture." He clucked his tongue. "You would not enjoy Antivan politics. And yes, please." (Reply to this)

robbersdaughter
2010-02-01 07:50 am UTC (link)

She shrugged as she poured them each a glass of milk, "I won't tell you not to. Wonder if that makes me a bad mother." Her brow furrowed, but she shook her head a moment later as she returned the milk to the fridge, leaning back against the counter to sip her own, handing him the glass, "And they're both good kids, which amazes me, don't have too many smart genes in my family, must have got them from their father's side."

(Reply to this)

	easy_lover 2010-02-01 07:55 am UTC (link)
	He smiled. "I don't know any of the children I've fathered, and I only know that I have any from hearsay, and if they're truly mine remains to be seen. The life of an assassin is not usually one of stability." He shrugged a bit, taking the glass and swigging generously. (Reply to this)

	robbersdaughter 2010-02-01 07:59 am UTC (link)
	She smiled crookedly, "Same could be said of gypsies." A shrug, nibbling at her sandwich, "But somehow Petit's managing stability while being both an assassin and a gypsy, maybe the two cancel each other out or something." (Reply to this)

	easy_lover 2010-02-01 08:14 am UTC (link)
	"Or perhaps she is simply smarter than any gypsy assassin previous to her." He grinned back at her, exposing perfect white teeth. (Reply to this)

	robbersdaughter 2010-02-01 08:27 am UTC (link)
	She laughed, "That might be it too. I don't think there were any previous to her though, at least not in the Guild proper. But I don't really know for sure, there might have been." (Reply to this)

	easy_lover 2010-02-01 08:29 am UTC (link)
	"Or in other worlds. We do not have gypsies in my world, but we have nomads, and the Dalish. They seem similar." He shrugged. (Reply to this)

	robbersdaughter 2010-02-01 08:31 am UTC (link)
	"That's a good point." She said, nodding, tilting her head a moment later, "So you're one of her employees?" (Reply to this)

	easy_lover 2010-02-01 08:45 am UTC (link)
	"I am." He went to wash his glass, shrugging languidly. "I have been an assassin since I was purchased as a child." (Reply to this)

	robbersdaughter 2010-02-01 08:47 am UTC (link)
	She nodded, that sort of thing made sense to her, really. The gypsies didn't steal children, not usually, though they did buy them occasionally and only rarely did they sell them, at least in her clan. "I'm nothing that fancy, just a fighter, hired blade sometimes." She said with a shrug. (Reply to this)

	easy_lover 2010-02-01 08:51 am UTC (link)
	"What is your weapon?" He smiled a little bit at the fact that she was near to his size. "Are you sure you're not part elvish?" (Reply to this)

	robbersdaughter 2010-02-01 08:54 am UTC (link)
	"Knives." She said with a nod, "Plates are traditional and mine are back at my own place, though I think Petit's got a set if I really get the urge." She shrugged at the question, "Can't ever be totally sure of a thing like that, but if I am I don't know it." (Reply to this)

	easy_lover 2010-02-01 08:59 am UTC (link)
	"Me as well, though I'm all right with swords as well. Though one so seldom gets to use a proper sword while being stealthy." He grinned and shook his head. "Though there was one time." (Reply to this)

	robbersdaughter 2010-02-01 09:04 am UTC (link)
	She laughed, shaking her head, setting her plate in the sink before leaning against the counter once more, "I don't have to worry much about stealth in my job. Speed's more important, especially for pit fights." (Reply to this)

	easy_lover 2010-02-01 09:07 am UTC (link)
	"I am lucky, that is usually what saves me." He knew it too; he'd killed enough marks by accident that he knew he had some sort of charmed life. (Reply to this)

	robbersdaughter 2010-02-01 09:10 am UTC (link)
	She nodded, "I think most of us are." She twisted around to hike the back of her shirt up, showing him the lower half of the X of scar tissue across her back, "Battle axe." She explained, turning back around, worst I got was a couple cracked ribs from the pressure." (Reply to this)

	easy_lover 2010-02-01 09:14 am UTC (link)
	"I am glad that you were not seriously hurt! You have a very pretty back, it would be a shame if it had gotten ruined with an axe." He ran his fingers over the scar. (Reply to this)

	robbersdaughter 2010-02-01 09:17 am UTC (link)
	"I was one of four or five who walked away from that match." She said, smiling and sipping her milk, "And if that's not pretty damn near the top of the heap I don't know what is." There was an amused twinkle in her eye as she added, "I would've been pretty upset by it too." (Reply to this)

	easy_lover 2010-02-01 09:19 am UTC (link)
	He studied her scars, fingers lightly walking up her hip. "Well, yes, you'd have no way to hold yourself up without your bosom." (Reply to this)

	robbersdaughter 2010-02-01 09:21 am UTC (link)
	She laughed then, smiling crookedly and shaking her head, "I like you. You're fun. Cigarette lighter." She explained as his fingers ran across the scar at her hip, just in case he needed the explanation. (Reply to this)

	easy_lover 2010-02-01 09:30 am UTC (link)
	"Mm," he rumbled, snaking his fingers around to the flat of her stomach and then back to his own sides. "I do not have any scars to speak of, but I do have many tattoos." (Reply to this)

Page 1 of 3
<<	[1] [2] [3]	>>