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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[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. ]