Toss him around

Zevran smiled at the word trouble, oh were it any other night perhaps Zevran would be pushier with his flirting, but before Ruth had fallen into his trap he’d found himself in a rather melancholy mood. Thinking about things long past, that only served to make him feel sad and a bit lost. A love long he’d felt once upon a time, and then had proceeded to try and fill the void it had left with partner after partner after partner.

He was forty-five years old, sure he knew somewhere out there he had a child. Probably. He’d been so young when he’d helped his pregnant lover escape the crows, and had paid for it with the lashing of the century, but no matter how much they hurt him, he refused to say anything about where his pregnant lover had gone.

It was hard being him, danger lurked on every corner. He filled his life with one night stands and friends with benefits because he felt it was all he really deserved, all he could really afford. Anyone he got truly close to would be a target. He sighed and then realised he’d zoned out. Ruth had said something about shambling skeletons and being set on fire. Zevran smiled and nodded, rejoining the conversation.

Ah yes, walking skeletons, always a fun time. I’m curious, what got you into delving into tombs? He asked, somewhat eager to learn more about his new friend. At the comment about the food smelling nice, Zevran shrugged, and grinned. I’ll take that compliment. I mean I find my cooking tolerable, but then I rarely cook for others, as I’m usually on the road by myself. So I have no idea what others think of my cooking. You can be my guinea pig! He said with a chuckle and stirred the stew.