and if you're happy well then i'm happy some for you

[onblackwings]

WHO: it's those damn [Bad username or site: niceassassin title=fantasy @ livejournal.com] [Bad username or site: fantasycliche title=people @ livejournal.com] again.
WHERE: MAC parking lot!
WHEN: not long after Zevran's most recent post
WARNINGS: noneee
SUMMARY: KHISANTH IS BEING CREEPY AND HAS A GIFT FOR ZEVRAN. this is how you express horrible mushy romantic affection when you're a dragon.
FORMAT: quickshityeeaaahhh

[ It's not as though it'd been particularly difficult to obtain. No, all it had taken was a dark night, an empty road, and a stroke of luck. The original driver of the silvery car (a porsche, she thinks she'd heard someone call it) had had the misfortune of granting Khisanth her opportunity, and that was all it'd taken. She had been considering getting one of these cars for herself, after all.

She lounges now on the hood of the car as she waits for Zevran to show up, enjoying the graceful swoop of the headlights across the otherwise flat plane. It's a very nice car, which could really only be bettered by being black. It's almost a shame to give it away.

Almost. Her intended recipient is, fortunately, worth it. ]

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[niceassassin.livejournal.com]

[ He emerges from the building shortly thereafter and promptly looks around, expecting to see Khisanth lurking somewhere nearby, all alone. Expecting it so much that it takes him a moment to spot her by the car.

Zevran covers up his initial puzzled expression and heads over to meet her. ]

Well? Here I am.

[onblackwings]

[ She sits up from her overly comfortable sprawl to see Zevran, head tipping to one side and already smiling. Not a mocking smile, or even a smug one. It seems a little out of place for simply looking so pleased. She gestures him nearer. ]

Yes, sort of. Come nearer.

[niceassassin.livejournal.com]

[ He takes a cautious step closer, then another one. ]

Remember, if you eat me, I shall be very upset.

[onblackwings]

What, and ruin this dress? I think I'd prefer to have you alive.

[ Figuring he's as good as close enough, she finally stands, steps to close the gap between them and stand a little uncomfortably close, and -- car keys! Dangling from one hand, held between them. ]

Have you driven a car yet, Zevran?

[niceassassin.livejournal.com]

[ He looks at her. Looks at the keys. Looks at her. Looks at the keys.

Looks at her. ]

I prefer to kill people by design, not by accident.

[onblackwings]

[ that sounds suspiciously like refusal, and she's not having any of that. She reaches out for one of Zevran's hands, making to clasp the keys into it. ]

It's not hard. I'll show you.

[niceassassin.livejournal.com]

You know how to drive a car? Now I am certain this is a bad idea.

[ But the keys get clasped into his hand, and he looks down at them in confusion. ]

Come, Khisanth, tell me. What is this?

[onblackwings]

[ She's already heading for the passenger side door, but pauses to toss back a smile and an... almost-explanation. ]

It's a gift. I'm sure you're familiar with the concept.

[niceassassin.livejournal.com]

[ He just stops where he is, throwing his hands up. ]

You jest, my dear.

[ A pause. ]

No. No, you don't jest, do you? Not in this.

[onblackwings]

[ His resistance is a little annoying. But she pushes it away easily enough, smiling again after just a quick waver. Of course he's resisting. She's not exactly been a charitable person so far. She stops, leaning against the passenger door with arms folded. ]

Maybe you're wondering what I expect out of this. Is that it?

[niceassassin.livejournal.com]

In fact, I am beginning to wonder if you have gone slightly mad.

[ His posture is getting increasingly defensive as this heads into unfamiliar territory. He's figured out by now what to do with the curious dragon she usually is, but not...this.

Whatever this is. ]

[onblackwings]

Don't be stupid.

[ She's rolling her eyes, opening the door to slide into the passenger's seat. He'd better follow, she doesn't intend to sit around in a shut-off car all day waiting for him to decide she's sane. ]

[niceassassin.livejournal.com]

Oh, I am not. Stupid would be accepting gifts from dragons without knowing the price.

[ But he opens the door and sits down in the driver's seat. He doesn't intend to drive, but maybe she'll be more willing to explain this thing if he seems like he's cooperating.

...also, leather seats. ]

[onblackwings]

[ Hey man whatever, as long as he's finally getting into the stupid car. She glances over, brows cocked expectantly. ]

Do you like it?

[niceassassin.livejournal.com]

Do you intend to ravish me if I say yes?

[ He gestures to the backseat. ]

I am told this is what that part of the car is for. It seems a fascinating idea.

[onblackwings]

[ She considers that for a second or two. The back seat's not large enough to be comfortable, so most of her consideration lands on Zevran.

After a while, sounding earnestly curious: ] Do you want me to start saying yes to these things? I can't tell.

[niceassassin.livejournal.com]

[ He's not entirely comfortable with the consideration in question, but he tries not to show it. He tries to remain not quite slouched in the driver's seat, one hand curled around its side. Until she actually speaks. ]

That is a dangerous question and I will not answer it without knowing what you intend by asking it.

[ Stalling. He's desperately confused. Why would she show that kind of interest in him now? She had her chance at him, everyone has a chance at him, and she didn't take it then. It's difficult enough to tell whether she's a threat, an ally, a friend, or an enemy in disguise, and now this? ]

[onblackwings]

[ The answer is a little disheartening, and she almost looks disappointed to hear it. She likes him, she can't understand why it wouldn't be mutual. Well, sure, she'll probably have to cajole him into it -- but it shouldn't be this hard. Right?

A little reproachfully: ] Stop treating me like you have to be afraid of me.

[niceassassin.livejournal.com]

[ His answer is a little sharper than it would otherwise be, if only because he's so disoriented. ]

You could kill me with one swipe of a claw, and you have considered eating me in the past. Do not deny it. I would be mad not to fear you sometimes.

[ Now there's a hint of defensiveness in his voice, too, and he looks away. ]

And perhaps, because I have spent too long around you and grown soft, I am a little afraid for you, because whatever absurdity has gripped your mind may be dangerous to you as well as to me.

[onblackwings]

Of course I could kill you, that's obvious-- but I won't. And I'm vulnerable in this form, you could kill me right now. But you won't, either.

[ She's glanced away to aim her frown at the dashboard. This isn't quite how she pictured her gift being accepted, and she's not sure how it went wrong. She sighs, and both arms fold over her chest. ]

There's nothing gripping my mind. Aside from irritation, maybe.

[niceassassin.livejournal.com]

No. Even if it would be far simpler.

[ He looks back at her, his expression curious now. ]

Then why the gifts, the sudden desire? Is this how you wish to own me now? I will not have it.

[onblackwings]

No. [ The answer's immediate, born of that memory of a previous conversation on ownership. Because that's the answer he wants to hear, she's sure. But... ]

...Yes. [ a scowl. She can't remember ever being so lost in her own mind -- except, perhaps, for the last time she spent any time as a human. ] I don't know.

[niceassassin.livejournal.com]

[ He's silent and still for a moment.

Then he reaches for the door handle. ]

This is a ridiculous game. You cannot possibly feel what you're acting as if you do. Enough. I am leaving. Try your tricks on one who doesn't know you too well, Khisanth.

[onblackwings]

[ what. is he refusing her. There's a rush of anger, but then something completely new to her swells to replace it. She's not sure she has a word for it, but it makes her want to go mope somewhere. She reaches to snag the sleeve of his shirt, looking some form of upset. ]

What am I doing wrong? This isn't -- it wasn't supposed to go like this.

[niceassassin.livejournal.com]

[ And he just stares at her, trying to cover up his bewilderment. Finally, he summons anger of his own to replace it. ]

What you did wrong was to think you could deceive me so easily. If you are even thinking so far to begin with--perhaps you're bewitched, instead.

[ Time to try to throw her off with some lewdness. ]

Or are you in heat? That is a dragon thing, yes? Find a drake, or burn down a small village in your frustration. Do not involve me.

[onblackwings]

I'm not bewitched! I--

[ She breaks off, pressing her lips together. No matter how much she likes him, or how much she wants him, she can't abandon her pride entirely. She spends a few seconds glaring, then reaches for her own door handle to climb out first. ]

I can't believe I'm trying. You're not worth the time, elf. [ which is pretty much the last thing she wants to be saying, but pride is awfully insistent. ]

[niceassassin.livejournal.com]

That is more like it. Go, then.

[ He looks away from her, staring straight ahead, waiting for her to leave so he can be alone with his confusion and distrust. ]

[onblackwings]

[ is he brushing her off OH MY GOD SHE IS SO OFFENDED and possibly hurt but what is that. She almost wants to just use a spell to incinerate him now but -- no, that would be counterproductive. Ugh.

With a noise of disgust she climbs out of the car, making sure to slam the door.

And as she stalks away, the anger is replaced almost entirely by that strange desire to go find somewhere quiet and empty and just -- she's not sure. And even worse, she still can't tell how things went so badly. ]