Alistair Theirin (bloodoftheirin) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-11-29 18:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alistair theirin, isabela |
Who: Alistair Theirin and Isabela
What: Dream companions meeting
When: Backdated: Wednesday, November 18th. Evening
Where: A Bar
Rating/Warnings: Mostly Family Friendly. A bit of flirting on Isabela's part and suggested possible future sexitimes.
Status: Complete!
Alistair was a little nervous about meeting Isabela in person. Just from talking to her on Valarnet, it was pretty clear that she was very much like her dream self and Alistair wasn’t exactly used to being hit on, even if she wasn’t serious about it. Or was she? One could never really tell with Isabela sometimes. In many ways she reminded him of Zevran, which made sense since Isabela and Zevran had known each other in the dreams as well.
When trying to decide where they should meet up, it was between a bar and cafe and in the end, Alistair decided on the bar. He figured that Isabela would enjoy that a little more than coffee. He texted her the name of the bar then got ready to head out. She wanted to see him in his Warden armor, but Alistair wasn’t about to go out in public in that again and risk getting arrested again so instead went simple with jeans, a shirt and leather jacket then headed out to meet Isabela.
Knew Zevran! Why yes, yes she did. And Isabela had learned all about dueling and fighting with blades because of that assassin elf - a lot of it was natural talent and practice, of course, but she’d had the time to become quite skilled at the art. Trophy wives were inundated with time, and while she’d not minded the first few months of her marriage - being lavished with fine gifts and taught to read and write, something one of her lowly status might not have achieved before - it was beginning to get suffocating. Hence why she took up with Zevran in the first place.
She’d be so pleased to know that he and Alistair had been a thing. It just made the King of Ferelden all that much more attractive.
To the bar she went, dressed somewhat casually - black tights, leather boots that climbed to her knees, a striped dress, soft cashmere sweater thrown over the top of that, for the layered look, but in these boots she strutted around like she owned the world. A good pair would give you that feeling - it was very liberating. She spotted him right away, and her amber eyes were all alight with excitement as she ordered her drink - a Sea Captain’s special, it was whiskey, bitters, pastis, and topped off with just a bit of champagne. Very strong and robust.
“So, you must be Alistair! The one who’s dreamed of me?”
Alistair recognized Isabela as soon as she walked in, but waited until she’d ordered and approached him to say anything. He nodded in response, “I am and I have. It’s nice to meet you, Isabela.” He extended a hand towards her, “And before you ask, no, they weren’t the sexy kind of dreams.” He knew her well enough in the dreams to assume that that would be a question she’d ask.
She shook his hand firmly, no wimpy grasps here, and settled onto the seat next to him to receive her drink. “Not the sexy kind? Well, we can change that, perhaps.” Bela winked - she’d be glad to give Alistair a reason for some naughty sugar plums dancing in his head, He reminded her a bit of a puppy, but only in the best way.
Then her beverage was all mixed up and slid toward her, so she would just have to occupy her oh-so-tempting mouth with a sip first to test the quality. Not bad, not bad at all! “You’ve probably dreamed a lot, whereas I’ve just gotten started,” she sighed. “Am currently having an affair with an elf assassin because I’m pretty sure my husband is just as done with me as I am of him - he might want me dead or sold off as property elsewhere, jury’s still out.” But it’s not as if she’d take that lying down, oh no - not with all these newfound skills she’d learned.
There was very little question as to who the elf assassin was and Alistair briefly contemplated whether or not to bring up Zevran then. In the end, Isabela would find out that Alistair knew him, both in and out of the dreams, so there was no point in pretending he didn’t know, “I’m guessing that’d be Zevran, right?” Zevran had told lots of stories at camp, in the dreams, especially after they’d met Isabela in Denerim.
“Right, him,” Bela nodded, and it was clear that she was fond of the smooth, sly, cheeky bastard who not only had taught her useful things but was dynamite in the sack. “He gets around, doesn’t he?” Well, probably literally. And not just because he was of the Antivan Crows, very well known all throughout Thedas. “So, tell me all about how you know him. And we must run into each other eventually?” she asked.
She knew she’d meet Leliana, and also Hawke - but the extent of their relationships in that world still remained to be seen. Oh, she hated being in the dark about things!
If Alistair was going to talk about Zevran, he needed a drink so he drained half his glass before replying to her first question, “In the dreams, he was part of the group of us who stopped the Blight.” She was clearly at a point before the Blight, but she was going to find out about it eventually, “And we do run into you. In Denerim. That was the first time we met.”
He was quiet for another moment or two, “And as for real life, Zevran was here for awhile.” He lifted his glass, contemplating draining the rest of it and in the end brought it up to his lips and did just that then gestures for the bartender to bring him another.
“Ohhh my,” Isabela sighed, her eyebrow lifting, slim arch going way up. Her expression was knowing - because the man just downed a drink that was meant to be sipped, and he did it all in record time and without even so much as a shudder. That was quite telling. “So, he broke your heart, did he? Tell me all about it.” Arms folded on the bar, leaning in closer to listen to the tale of woe - yes, she was ready.
Kind of a shot in the dark, but she just had a feeling. Though what a shame she’d missed Zevran being around Orange County. It would have been fun to take a tumble in the sheets and see how things compared.
Even if Alistair weren’t a terrible liar, Isabela would find out eventually, so there was no point in trying to pretend nothing had happened between them, “Twice.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Zevran had been gone for a few months now and if he were honest, Alistair was mostly over him, but it still upset him to talk about it, because he should have known better than to give Zevran a second chance. He’d left once, what had made him think the elf wouldn’t do it again?
“Aw, love. I’m sorry to hear it,” Bela reached over and patted Alistair’s knee consolingly - actually his upper thigh, and she gave it a ‘friendly’ squeeze. Alright, so it was less friendly and more like ‘I wouldn’t mind seeing you naked,’ but that was beside the point. He seemed very well built - probably was all that Grey Warden stuff. “Zevran must have been on something to leave you twice, sweetheart.”
Especially with all that superhuman stamina he no doubt possessed as well! Silly decision on the elf’s end, but alright. “His loss is someone else’s gain,” Isabela waved her hand dismissively, then picked up her glass for another sip. “Besides, he definitely seemed more like the flitting and floating from lover to lover type. Some people can’t handle otherwise.” Right, and she was probably one of them - her and Zev were kindred spirits.
Alistair didn’t flinch as Isabela squeezed his thigh, mostly because he was expecting it. If he hadn’t already spent time with her in the dreams, he wouldn’t have been expecting it and might have jumped at the touch of her hand on his thigh, but he had known something was coming and it probably wouldn’t be the only thing she did that night either. “He claimed that he wanted more. That he really did want to settle down, but both times things started to get really serious, he just left.” Alistair didn’t know which time was worse; when Zevran had left right after Alistair had moved in with him or when he’d left right after moving in with Alistair.
Ouch. Way to be a heartbreaker, Zevran. Isabela winced slightly, because it was obvious that the fellow’s actions had affected poor Alistair. She understood wanting freedom, she understood balking when it got serious, but there was the whole twice thing. For Bela, she tended to be upfront about how her one-nighters would last only for that specified amount of time, or it was just a fuckbuddy arrangement.
She didn’t get tangled up in feelings and promises she couldn’t keep. That was some tricky business.
“Third time’s probably not the charm, love,” she pointed out. “But just because he gave up a good thing doesn’t mean everyone will. One of these days it’ll click for you. In the meantime, I can offer an amazing bout of comfort sex?” she winked, spinning a little on her stool.
Alistair nodded, “Yeah, I’m definitely not going to give him a third chance.” That is, if he ever showed up again. Alistair had forgiven him once; he wasn’t about to do it again. When Isabela spoke again, Alistair couldn’t help but chuckle softly and picked up his drink, “Why don’t we see how the rest of the night goes first.” He took a sip of his new drink, “But for now, how about no more talk of Zevran.”
Well, that was promising! “My lips are sealed...when it comes to that subject anyway,” Bela responded cheekily, because she could think of a thousand other, better things to do with her mouth and tongue than talk about Alistair’s ex-what-have-you. “Have you ever gone to the beach at night? It’s so much better than during the daytime - no crowds, the peaceful sounds of it, and the moon just glows, makes the sea look like milk. It’s beautiful.”
She downed her drink, giving a bit of a pleased shudder at the burn. “I could show you, since I live right on the beach. We could take the drinks there.” Not these drinks specifically, but she’d whip something up.
“Thanks.” He smiled appreciatively and took another sip of his drink as Isabela talked. “Not recently, no. Don’t really go to the beach that often.” When she offered to show him the ocean at night, Alistair thought about it for a moment before nodding, “Alright.” Going home with Isabela didn’t mean he was saying yes to having sex, but if he were completely honest with himself, it wasn’t off the table. He just wasn’t planning on giving in easily, if it happened. Alistair had never had a one night stand before; had never done anything sexual before meeting Zevran, so he was still a little uptight when it came to sex.
First time for everything, right, Alistair? Hmmm. Isabela wouldn’t push him, of course, but it wasn’t like she was going to turn him down. If he wanted to, she’d show him a good time (she might even make breakfast in the morning, just because he was sort of cute) but if not then they could platonically snog or something.
“Grand, let’s go,” she grinned, hopping off her stool. In her handbag she had her car keys, and she fished for them. Let’s just say that being in the car with Bela was also a way to get your thrills and chills - he was a brave man! “I’ll drive us? Then we can grab a blanket, a bottle of wine, and get a nice tan in the moonlight.”
Alistair had taken a cab to the bar, figuring he’d end up having a few drinks, so he was glad that Isabela had driven, “Well you know where we’re going.” He finished off his drink then got to his feet to follow her out of the bar and to the car. Whatever happened that night, he was going to try and keep an open mind.