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A Crow Among Bulls
Mar. 12th, 2019 02:43 pmThe job has gone sideways. Which he supposed was always a risk, going after a Qunari like this one. The beast had managed to piss off an Orlesian noble, and when pay came in, contracts went out. And out with this one went him, to hover around the bars that the target and his team are flowing through. And boy do these so called Bull's Chargers know how to keep things flowing. It's the fourth tavern of the night and is left appraising the Qunari and his people.
Same pattern as the last three places they were drinking tonight. Beers, wine, making passes at those people who bring drinks, or just those around them. From there it's easy to figure out, right? A few coins trading hands and a bit of a shifting of clothes and the a tray of drinks later and he was at the table. Several rounds and quiet flirting later and he found himself invited along by the Iron Bull himself. And a very good round of sex later...
Well. Sideways. Which specifically meant being held off the floor, naked of course, his dagger fallen from his hand because of the crushing strength of the Qunari he'd just bedded. The Qunari he'd just tried to gut with the blade he'd recovered from the toe of his boot when he'd been claiming to be about to slip back to his own bed.
Did he mention the whole mess with at least three of the Bull's men in the doorway, various weapons drawn and pointed at him, or the fact that he could see that some of the body paint that had been meant to hide the tattoos that marked him of the Antivan Crows had smeared more effectively in the struggle over the knife than even sex had managed?
"Fuck," he swore in Antivan, because why bother trying to hide things when it was already over, when he was already dead. Then, in Orlesian, "Just kill me then, and have it done with."
Same pattern as the last three places they were drinking tonight. Beers, wine, making passes at those people who bring drinks, or just those around them. From there it's easy to figure out, right? A few coins trading hands and a bit of a shifting of clothes and the a tray of drinks later and he was at the table. Several rounds and quiet flirting later and he found himself invited along by the Iron Bull himself. And a very good round of sex later...
Well. Sideways. Which specifically meant being held off the floor, naked of course, his dagger fallen from his hand because of the crushing strength of the Qunari he'd just bedded. The Qunari he'd just tried to gut with the blade he'd recovered from the toe of his boot when he'd been claiming to be about to slip back to his own bed.
Did he mention the whole mess with at least three of the Bull's men in the doorway, various weapons drawn and pointed at him, or the fact that he could see that some of the body paint that had been meant to hide the tattoos that marked him of the Antivan Crows had smeared more effectively in the struggle over the knife than even sex had managed?
"Fuck," he swore in Antivan, because why bother trying to hide things when it was already over, when he was already dead. Then, in Orlesian, "Just kill me then, and have it done with."
