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Morrigan (witchofthewilds) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2011-03-12 22:38:00

Entry tags:

morrigan, zevran arainai

Who: Zevran and Morrigan
What: RAGE! TEMPER TANTRUMS! Possible revelations?
When: Right after Flemeth shows up and Zevran refuses to kill her again
Warnings: I have no idea.

The windows of the apartment Morrigan stayed in blew outward all at once in a massive explosion of shattered glass. There was no fire.. Not yet, anyway. Inside, Morrigan paced angrily. She was alone; Brother was working at the library. Thrown objects were strewn across the floor, and some of the furniture was upended. She was trying to find a plan, but it was hard to think through all of the fury. She had managed to do this before. But there had been a hero before. More than the useless elf-slut that was Zevran. That was all she was left with? She couldn't ask Brother. He would get himself killed, and she would rather that not happen.

In a fit of rage, she shot fire out the window, engulfing a car across the street in flames.

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witchofthewilds
2011-03-14 02:26 am UTC (link)

Morrigan would never admit it, but she was scared. And even though he refused to do what she asked, Zevran was trying to be there for her, for some reason. It would be a stretch to say that she appreciated his meager attempts at comfort, but there was so much going on. Between Flemeth's return and Morrigan's thinking on the complicated relationship with the last Zevran--none of which this one remembered.. All of it had apparently stripped Morrigan of her senses.

Morrigan continued the kiss, pressing closer to him and slinking her arms around his shoulders and neck.

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	easy_lover 2011-03-14 02:29 am UTC (link)
	He would not lie; he was confused by the entire situation. But Morrigan smelled good, and her hair was soft between his fingertips, and that was really enough for the moment. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	witchofthewilds 2011-03-14 02:44 am UTC (link)
	Morrigan kissed him for another moment, a soft growl building at the back of her throat. Then her hands slipped down to his shirt, making short work of the buttons and pushing it away from his shoulders. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	easy_lover 2011-03-14 03:01 am UTC (link)
	Zev broke the kiss for a moment to raise his eyebrows. "You're not going to turn me into a rat after this, I hope." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	witchofthewilds 2011-03-14 03:13 am UTC (link)
	"Shut up," she told him, pulling him back into the kiss. This was no time for him to be cute, and she certainly had no desire to discuss what was happening. Neither one of them needed instructions. She tossed his shirt on the floor, and then peeled hers off as well. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	easy_lover 2011-03-14 03:34 am UTC (link)
	Well, that sort of answered that? Not totally, but still, he felt a tiny bit more safe. That was a good thing. He watched as she stripped for a moment before moving forward to kiss her neck. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	witchofthewilds 2011-03-14 03:43 am UTC (link)
	She tilted her chin back, letting him graze while her hands went down to his waist, fingers grasping for the buckle of his pants. She was not exactly a patient one, that Morrigan. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	easy_lover 2011-03-14 03:47 am UTC (link)
	He raised an eyebrow, smirking a bit. He wanted to speak, but figured that would stop what she was doing. He nipped harder, figuring that would be something she would enjoy. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	witchofthewilds 2011-03-14 09:39 pm UTC (link)
	Her eyelids fluttered and her breath caught in her throat for a moment. Yes, that was definitely a thing she enjoyed. She unfastened his pants but left them for him to take care of while her hands went to remove her bra. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	easy_lover 2011-03-14 11:48 pm UTC (link)
	This he was good at. Almost as good at killing people, though he usually preferred this. It was nice to not have to think, to have to worry about being chased. Instead, he could simply focus on how she smelled, how she felt beneath him. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	witchofthewilds 2011-03-15 04:26 am UTC (link)
	Soon they were both nude, or close enough. There was some irony in the seemingly tough as nails, leather-clad witch wearing a lacy thong. His bites were met with moans and her nails digging into his shoulders as she pressed her hips against his. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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