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Hello? Hello?

[Is this odd looking sending crystal on? He hopes so, or else he must look very silly holding this thing to his face and talking to nothing.]

Greetings, fellow captives. [He says with the most charming smile.]

I am Zevran, or Zev to my friends. It seems we will be together for some time, and I'll be cooking for you. [Ohhhhh boy who put an assassin in the kitchen and thought this was a good idea?]

Might as well be friendly, yes? I have been told we are all from different places. How exciting. I wonder if you all could tell me something about your world. I'm curious. I'll start, how about that?

I am from Thedas. Where Humans, Elves, Dwarfs and Qunari live-- there maybe others from my world here, I haven't had the chance to look yet. Anyways, I am from the country Antiva, home of the finest wine in the world, which I could really use some of that right now. If anyone knows where there is a bar it would be much appreciated.

[He says that last part with smirk.]

So tell me, what's your world like?

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Wow is right.

[He grins as he leans forward just slightly. He reaches for the bottle again, wanting another sip before he felt he had too much. He wondered just how much of this he could take before he couldn't stand. He knew his normal limits, but just one drink and he was already feeling something.]

Now, I'm not normally a lightweight. But...[He taps the bottle with a finger before he takes it from Bucky.] Maker, that will put a druffalo on its ass.

[He takes another quick sip, and he regrets it immediately. It burns that time, and had a bitter after taste. He coughs as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his other goes to the hand on his knee as he starts to laugh.]

How is it?

[Bucky can feel it in his stomach, spreading out to all his limbs and making his fingers and toes tingle with warmth. It's fast, and it's actually working on him, both should send up alarm bells, but it doesn't. He can relax, just once, and not worry about what might happen. He's still lucid enough to have control over himself, that's what matters most.]

I haven't been drunk in seventy years.

[He says it softly, surprise heavy in his voice.]

Didn't think I could anymore.

[What's a druffalo, he wants to ask, but the word sounds silly, makes him smile at the elf as he presses in closer to chase that bottle. He snags it to take another drink, settling between Zevran's legs and handing it back to rest his other hand on his other knee.]

Strong. [A pause.] Let's do somethin'.

Forgive me-

[He must have heard wrong. The alcohol must be affecting his ears or something. Because the last time he checked humans didn't look like that at over 70.]

Is your sense of time not the same in my world?

[There was no way.

He took that bottle back and gave it one more quick swing before he taps out and sets it down. He figured out his limit rather quickly.]

Something? [His eyes flash down Bucky's body as he stares. He can't help but stare. He is so close. The weight is nice to feel against him. He smiles, his gaze now enticing.] Like what?

I'm not sure.

[Time was relative or so that's how it'd been explained to him. Seventy years for him might not be quite the same for Zevran, but even then, Bucky doesn't look like the average human would at his age.]

It's not important.

[They could talk about that later. Much, much later.

Bucky's hands ride a little higher - he's loose and relaxed - and more comfortable in his body than he's been in years. It's the booze, probably, and the beautiful blond whose space he happens to be occupying.]

We'll spar. [Bucky lifts a brow, teeth worrying his lower lip briefly.] Yeah?

Test our skill.

[How odd he thinks, but then Bucky drops the subject and moves onto another. He grins when he feels those strong hands on his thighs, but when he leans in Bucky finishes his thought. It's not in the direction Zevran had thought.]

You want to fight me? [He chuckles as he leans back, not missing a beat. His fingers tap against Bucky's shiny metal hand as his tongue clicks in his mouth. He nods.]

You think you can keep up with me?

[nothing wrong with a playful challenge.]

No, not fight.

[Bucky's eyes widen, flicking down to the touch on his metal hand. It's the first time someone's touched him there, and he can't look away.]

Spar. I don't want to fight. [His voice sounds vague, distant.] From one assassin to another, maybe you'll have to keep up with me.

[He lifts their hands together, careful not to dislodge Zevran's tapping fingers, the metal soft and almost dull in the low kitchen lighting.]

I can feel that. Couldn't do that with the other one.

[Curling their hands together, he dances them around one another playfully. A touch of giddiness creeps into his voice, an emotion long since unfelt.]

It's amazing.

[Zevran's hand is loose. He let's Bucky lead what happens. He isn't use to asking or being asked up he wants. He takes what he can get, and this affection while simple, is welcomed.

He doesn't see it as odd when Bucky react in such a way. He didnt realise that the hand is new. He didn't know how to bring it up exactly.]

From one to another you say?

[Interesting. He wonders how the Crows match up to other assassin guilds in the universe. It's been so long sense he fought without a sense of life or death, he hopes he remembers how.]

Your arm, is it magic? It looks almost Dwarven.

[Bucky nods to answer his first question, less intent on actually talking about it now that he's brought it up. The other knows now and that could make him dislike Bucky, though he hopes it doesn't.]

I don't know how to explain it.

[When Alphys had made it for him, she'd promised to create a prosthetic that was as much like his original arm as possible. She'd gotten the muscle definition right, the way it moves, and the only thing different is that it's not flesh-toned and as soft as a real arm.]

Sometimes I think it is, but it might just be good science.

[Bucky hums softly, dropping his hand to turn to his side in between Zevran's legs.]

Get on.

[Of course it didn't. Zevran didn't care if someone else shared his occupation. He wonders though how the other came into it. If it was just as unwilling as his was, and just as painful of up bringing. He doesn't ask though. The other barely brought it up and it's obvious that he doesn't want to speak of it. He drops the subject for now.

He isn't exactly sure what he is talking about when he speaks of this science. To him science and magic are all the same. There isn't one without the other, so there must be some kind of magical property in his arm. He can't think about it too much, because Bucky moves and says something that confuses him again.]

What?

['Get on'? Get on what???]

[When the idea had come to him, he'd thought it might be a nice way to eat up the trip to the training room. Now, though, he's torn thinking that it's dumb.]

My back.

[He falters, cheeks flushing from the alcohol and maybe a little from embarrassment. The soldier he used to be would seethe at how easily he's showing his emotions but he hasn't been drunk in so long and he'd decided already not to fight it.]

We should go.

[Bucky hesitates, then starts to pull away.]

[Zevran's head tilts slightly. He's confused, but not against it. No one has ever offered something like that to him. He's pretty sure this is the first time in 25 years that this is happened. He's not about to let it get away either.

He grabbed onto Bucky before he pulls away too far. His arms wrapping around his neck and his legs around his waist as he slides off the counter. He holds on tight and glances about before he tilts his head back with a laugh. This...hm he isn't sure exactly what this is...but he could definitely get use to this. He gives a toothy grin before he presses his chest to Bucky's back and whispers hotly in his ear.]

Giddy up.

[Bucky's shoulders tense and flex, and his whole body warms up from head to toe. Nobody should sound like that, especially not saying what he's saying while latched onto his back. He shuffles his arms and grips Zevran's legs, holding him and close.]

No horse jokes, yeah?

[He starts to walk, kicking the door open with a foot. Bucky has amazing balance. It was trained into him. He should be able to manage. The floor tilts up when he pushes through, and he stumbles out of the kitchen with a huff.]

Better hold on.

[It's said teasingly as he walks back down the way they'd originally come.]

[That's just how he sounds. He might have deepen his voice for a bit more warmth and seduction...but he wasn't going to tell Bucky that.]

Don't be a neigh-sayer. [He cackles lightly at he leans onto his back and relaxes. Yeah, no promises.]

You know where you are going?

[He is honestly surprised that his legs work right now. Zevran wonders if he will be able to stand once they get to their destination.]

[Bucky rolls his eyes and readjusts, hiking Zevran up a little higher on his back.]

Yeah, passed it once earlier.

[On his way to his assigned bedroom. It seemed important to know where it is and now that this is happening, Bucky's glad he'd checked inside.]

What do you want if you win?

[A couple minutes to go on their trip.]

Oh, do we get to pick?

[His usual answer would be his life, but Bucky had already said they weren't actually fighting for real. This is just practice, for sport and fun. He can handle it.]

A handsome man like you...I can think of a few things I would want.

[He knows exactly what he wants, but asking right now...No that's not right. He wants to see first exactly how far he can push.]

But hmm...I'll think about it. What of you? Tell me, so I can get an idea.

A dance.

[The words slip out and he almost stops in the middle of the hallway. His fingers flex on Zevran's thighs and he nods minutely, because confidence is the only thing that's going to keep him from seeming too odd right now.]

If I win, you owe me a dance. I'll claim it when I want.

[Not the worst he could ask for and nothing as serious as what Zevran might be used to.]

Now you go.

A dance?

[Hm...Well that's not exactly what he is thinking. At least not the type of dance he is thinking about. It's an innocent request, and one that he doesn't mind at all.]

I think I can handle a dance.

[He leans back just slightly. The feeling of the muscles under his chest and thighs is enough for him to lick his lips. He wants more...but he's smart enough not to ask for it yet.]

If I win, I want a kiss.

[He nearly laughs at the request himself. So innocent...]

[A kiss. He does stop then, one hand raised to hit the button outside the training room door. Bucky turns his head so that he can see Zevran over his shoulder.]

That's what you want?

[He licks his lower lip, meeting the elf's eyes as he does. Bucky remembers what it was like to flirt and tease and take the prettiest dames home with him. After becoming the soldier, that had all melted away for a time. Even now he only recalls brief snatches of sweet kisses, women of any and all physical appearance pressed up against him. Attraction was subjective. Bucky'd felt that way about men though he'd never acted on it before Wonderland, but he owes that in part to the life he lived and the way society was now.

There's a softness to his expression. Bucky knows romancing a man isn't the same as a woman, but when it comes down to it, people are people. They can figure it out.]

That all?

[That gets a chuckle out of him. Is that all? Yeah he is thinkino the same thing actually.]

I will ask for no more than what you are willing to give. If that goes beyond a kiss I will not complain.

[He knows to take his pleasures where he can get them. He also knows that not all people are as open minded as they are in Antiva. He watches carefully as Bucky's hand presses against the button on the wall and the door opens. He hasn't seen this room yet, or anything like it at all.

He tilts his head up to the ceiling, examining everything on the walls around him.] What is this?

[Bucky watches for any sign of dishonesty or insincerity and finding none, smiles at Zevran. Trust isn't easy for Bucky but he's learned that in the right situation, with the right person he can do this.]

A training room. It can be altered.

[He steps in and bends so that Zevran can slide down his back.]

I'll ready it.

[Tapping the pad, he sets the room to have a single mat in the center. No weapons. And the door locks so that nobody bothers them.]

[He slides down from his back and lands a bit wobbly but in his feet. His hand is still on Bucky's back to steady himself, and just because he wants to the physical contact still. He likes to touch, likes to lean and say pretty things and have them said to him. But romance? That's far from his mind. He's here for the moment, and he's glad he can share it with ano there handsome assassin.]

You seem familiar with this. [He feels out of place. He watches Bucky and the room around them changes in an instant. No weapons, just bare hands. He could deal with that. He sways slightly as he steps away and gives a good stretch, leaning up high on his tip toes and hanging low at his waist before he pulls himself back up.]

This will be fun.

[The technology is advanced, even for Bucky, but it's not so far that he can't figure it out with a few minutes to look it over. From what Zevran has told him, he understands that technology might not be all that present in the elf's home world.

They might have had too much to drink to do this properly but at the least, it'll be a good way to burn off some tension and at most, he'll have fun.]

Count us down.

[Bucky's stretches are methodical and quick, arms bent and feet shifted apart so that he can bow his body into the proper stance. His hands are up, stretched flat so that he can grab, not hit. His eyes are wide, face already flushed, and he's breathing heavily.]

3. [He readies himself. Crouching down on bent knees as he watches Bucky stretch.]

2. [His eyes narrow. He stares at the other man and his gaze travels down his chest to his waist, hips and thighs. This is going to be an interesting fight.]

1. [As soon as he says the last number the shadows seem to gather at his place in the room. His body is engulfed with the darkness and before he takes his first step he is gone. He might be holding back from killing, but he isn't holding back when it comes to skill.]

[Bucky's fought against altered humans with abilities similar to this, but never anything quite like it. The skill would make Zevran a good assassin, and while this isn't a fight, he still uses his training to help him with this. All he needs is to get a hand on him, only one, and then he won't let go.

He lets his eyes fall shut. He doesn't need them.

Everything is tense and quiet, as if he's waiting for Zevran to make the first move and he is. Bucky listens for movement - breathing, feet on the floor, clothes rustling - anything that might give his location away.]

[He is quiet, slow and methodically in his movements. He makes everyone of them count and doesn't waste a motion. He moves to the side and behind Bucky. He waits, enjoys the view he has before he pounces.

His arms go to Bucky's neck and his legs wrap around his waist tight. This isn't like their carefree moment before though. His muscles tense and tighten as he pulls back, trying to get Bucky to fall.]

Boo.

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