Teasing Game - Pt. 3 (Zevlor X Tav)

Teasing game - pt. 3 (Zevlor x Tav)

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Your friends had decided to not meet at the Elfsong this week, instead you all went camping for a night.

It's not like you went far away, barely outside of the city to be honest.

They had decided for a spot by the water. You could still hear some of the cities noise in the distance but it was unusually quiet to your ears, which was a very pleasant alternation.

It was already late when you met your friends as Astarion wouldn't be able to join otherwise due to the fact he couldn't just step out into the sun as everyone else.

The evening included food, wine, Alfira singing a new song she composed and Wyll trying to teach some of your friends how to dance. The wine didn't make it easier to learn dancing, but it made it much more funny, especially when you all convinced Gale and Astarion to dance with each other. A sight you won't forget for a while.

You looked around and noticed Zevlor sitting on a rock nearby, a cup of wine in his hand and watching the others dance. He had a smile on his lips and seemed to enjoy the sight of the others having fun.

You walked over to him, your own cup of wine in hand.

His gaze found yours while you were approaching him and his smile grew even more.

"Why do I always find you sitting by yourself instead of joining us?", you asked him once you had reached him.

"I am too old, I might break a leg while attempting to dance.", he responded but you noticed his tone indicating he was joking.

"I saw you weilding a sword probably heavier than me just a few weeks ago, so don't try pretending."

He laughed and admitted defeat.

"You caught me. I might just enjoy seeing them celebrate the peace they fought for."

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

"Not at all, your company is most welcome.", he responded and patted on the rock next to him.

You never planned on sitting next to him and you just continued with your plan, boldly sitting on his lap and leaning your back against his chest.

For a second it felt like he has stopped breathing until you heard him exhale.

You were awfully aware of how tall he was, when even sitting on his lap you were just tall enough to lean your head against his shoulder.

"Please tell me if I am to heavy."

"I assure you, you are not.", he responded.

You still couldn't believe you were actually brave enough to just sit on his lap. The wine surely had his part at it, but you were still surprised.

To say he was shocked wouldn't even be enough to describe it. He couldn't put into words what he felt like when you just sat on his lap as he never would have expected you to. He honestly wasn't even sure why, as there was enough space next to him.

He did hope you couldn't hear his heartbeat as you leaned against his chest as it was beating embarrassingly fast. One of his hands still holding onto his cup of wine he wasn't sure where to put the other one.

Usually it would rest on his lap, but that's where you were sitting. He could be just as bold as you, just putting his hand in your lap, but he didn't want you to be uncomfortable and he was still not aware of the game you were playing.

He suddenly felt a touch on his hand and you pulled his arm around you, looking at his fingers and taking in amount of small scars on them.

You seemed curious about his talons this time, so he was expecting a question from you already, but you were keeping quiet.

The soft touch of your hands on his, your weight against his body and your scent surounding him, you were really testing him today.

His hands had always made you curious so you were glad you got the chance to look at them closer. You kept holding his hand but rested it against your body, when you were done taking a look at it. You could feel the warmth of his body on yours, especially now with his arm around you.

The others were still dancing and singing and you enjoyed watching them while listening to the steady breathing of Zevlor and the way his chest moved with every breath.

"Do you wanna dance?", you asked him while turning your head to look up at him.

"I will have to confess I am not a good dancer.", he responded as his gaze found yours, faces close enough for you to feel his breath on your skin.

"You mean like you said you aren't good at cooking? In that case I don't have to fear my feet being stepped on today."

"Maybe you are right with that." You didn't just hear his laugh but felt it shake through his body.

"Come on then.", you said, standing up and holding the hand that still rested around your waist to pull him with you.

You were sure he would've said no if it weren't for the wine he had.

As expected he danced just fine, gently holding your hand, fingers wandering around your waist. He was holding you like he was too scared you might break if he held you any less gentle.

Sadly you didn't get much time to dance with him as Wyll interrupted you and asked for your assistance to show the others a dance he did teach you a while ago.

He was too excited about it to decline, even though you would've enjoyed dancing with Zevlor some more.

When you were dancing you noticed Zevlor looking rather tense.

You noticed him walk back to the place he was sitting at earlier and gulp down the cup of wine he had left there earlier. The faint smile he had been wearing earlier was gone and a frown showing on his face.

"Someone is jealous.", Wyll whispered to you as you were dancing.

"Huh?"

"Oh come on, you know what I am talking about."

"I'm concerned I don't."

"I'm talking about Zevlor glaring a whole in my back.", he said and laughed.

"I don't think he is jealous."

"Trust me, he is.", he said laughing.

But was he really?

Someone in camp still wishes to speak with you. (Wishful thinking 💀)

huzzah

To feel something (Zevlor)

(Just a little slice of life kinda story about Zevlor. I usually try to keep my writing as gender neutral as possible, but as this isn't really a romance story I just went for a female character. I hope you like it! 🧡)

Zevlor was on his way home, not thinking about anything and just taking in the busy streets of the town.

Parents chasing after their children, a couple flirting at the side of the road, a man who dropped his groceries picking them up again. He considered helping him pick them up but he had already done so before he got there, so he just continued walking. Everyone had their own worries and it made him feel like his own ones weren't as big anymore.

"Excuse me! Do you have a few minutes?", he heard a voice next to him and felt a hand on his arm a second later. He jumped at the sudden contact but turned his head to the small woman next to him.

"Oh I apologize, I didn't want to startle you.", she said.

"It's nothing you'd have to apologize for, really. What did you want?"

"What- Oh, right! I'm an artist and I wanted to ask if it's okay if I draw you?"

"Me?" He was surprised, shocked even. Why would someone want to draw him? He didn't consider himself worth the paint and paper wasted on drawing him.

"Please please please?", she continued when she noticed him hesitating.

"Are you sure? You could use your paint on someone much prettier.", he responded.

"You don't think you are pretty?", she asked like she was in disbelieve.

"Well, I never considered myself that."

"Let me prove you wrong."

She took his hand, leading him over to the side of the street where she had her art supplies ready.

"Take a seat.", she said while smiling at him. Her smile would lighten up everyone's mood, he was sure of that.

He sat down there and she was preparing some of her brushes to start painting.

"Do I have to do anything?", he asked. Usually people posed for paintings, didn't they?

"No, not at all.", she stated already busy with the process of painting.

She was focused on the art she was making, looking at him in between. He still didn't believe she wanted to draw him of all people. Never would he have thought someone would consider him when they thought about art.

She was so focused she didn't notice him taking in her features. Her hands and parts of her clothes had spots of colors on them, her hair was tied back but some shorter strands did fall out of the tie and in her face. Some of the strands had paint on them as she had to remove them from her face and put them behind her ear.

He wasn't aware of how much time passed as she drew him but once she was done she handed the picture to him.

It showed him a few moments before he had met her. Her art showed him a few moments before he had met her. The groceries the man had dropped shown on the picture and Zevlor looked like he was gonna run over to them any second to help pick them up.

"I just had to draw you, you looked so at peace walking down the street and noticing all these people. You looked like you were going to help him but stopped when he had already picked them up before you got the chance to.", she said to him, her eyes shining as she talked to him. "This world honestly would need some more people like you, it makes me feel like I am safe. I hope you like it, I know I'm not the best artist."

He needed a few moments to realize what was going on.

"It's amazing. Really.", he stared more at her, than at the painting in his hands. His life rarely sent people like her his way.

He still didn't think he was pretty, but he knew what she saw in that moment, how she felt and that's all that mattered. After all art wasn't always supposed to be pretty, but to make you feel something.

boyfriend material ❤️‍🔥