[ do you think you can just leave him a chain with a beautiful gem, bail, and leave him with little more than a quick and easy voice mail? good sir, while you may be right you are a fool! Mollymauk Tealeaf isn't going to let you get off that easy!
you can run but they both know that he'll be back sooner or later, the siren song of Molly's bed and his body is near impossible to ignore.
either way Zevran is getting a response in a picture of Molly wearing said chain, a white cotton shirt unbuttoned to his navel, and the colorful shawl that Lycaon had gotten him. oh, and the following voice message: ]
No need to be coy. I know a little bird spilled the beans. Regardless I quite like it, so thank you. It would've been a thousand times better if you gave it to me in person with, oh I don't know, breakfast in bed or something to that affect.
[That. Is a hard picture to ignore. Or to look away from. Damn. He's just going to casually save that - thank you Zulius for the crash course in phones.]
Who is being coy? It is just a trinket - but, one that you make look stunning, of course.
[What is it with this man and fumbling while giving jewelry.]
But the day is young. If you are not otherwise occupied, perhaps I could convince you to be spoiled tonight? Dinner, in said bed?
You're not doing a very good job at lying, Zev. But I'll let it slide this time.
[ Mollymauk Tealeaf does have a terribly irresistible charm to him, doesn't he? burning like a brightly colored flame that lights up every room he chooses to step into. could anyone really blame Zevran for being weak to him? for being unable to resist the call of that beautiful, flickering flame? ]
[He could write poetry about moths and flames, and they would all be terrible. But oh well. Whatever their arrangement is, it's wonderful. He would not trade it for a thing. Someone who just seems to get it - that's a rare thing.]
Then I had best make it memorable, no? Besides, you deserve some pampering, I think. More fool me for not immediately doing so.
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you can run but they both know that he'll be back sooner or later, the siren song of Molly's bed and his body is near impossible to ignore.
either way Zevran is getting a response in a picture of Molly wearing said chain, a white cotton shirt unbuttoned to his navel, and the colorful shawl that Lycaon had gotten him. oh, and the following voice message: ]
No need to be coy. I know a little bird spilled the beans. Regardless I quite like it, so thank you. It would've been a thousand times better if you gave it to me in person with, oh I don't know, breakfast in bed or something to that affect.
Maybe next year, hmm?
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Stupid sexy tiefling][That. Is a hard picture to ignore. Or to look away from. Damn. He's just going to casually save that - thank you Zulius for the crash course in phones.]
Who is being coy? It is just a trinket - but, one that you make look stunning, of course.
[What is it with this man and fumbling while giving jewelry.]
But the day is young. If you are not otherwise occupied, perhaps I could convince you to be spoiled tonight? Dinner, in said bed?
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[ did he send the picture because he knew it would difficult for Zevran to ignore? absolutely he did. he has to lure the man back somehow. ]
Hmmm, I think I can manage that. Lia got me some chocolate mud cake that I'd love to share with you.
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[It's working. But, honestly, he's realized he's so weak to this man, all Molly would have to do was ask. Or call. What is the matter with him?]
In that case, I shall be there. With wine. And actual food, as well. I am no chef, but, I have it on good authority I am capable enough.
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[ Mollymauk Tealeaf does have a terribly irresistible charm to him, doesn't he? burning like a brightly colored flame that lights up every room he chooses to step into. could anyone really blame Zevran for being weak to him? for being unable to resist the call of that beautiful, flickering flame? ]
I'm looking forward to it.
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[He could write poetry about moths and flames, and they would all be terrible. But oh well. Whatever their arrangement is, it's wonderful. He would not trade it for a thing. Someone who just seems to get it - that's a rare thing.]
Then I had best make it memorable, no? Besides, you deserve some pampering, I think. More fool me for not immediately doing so.