keeperofmagi | random ass rp

Nerva groans as she wakes - every muscle in her body feeling overworked and sore, and her head is still fuzzy with sleep. She raises a hand to rub over her eyes as she sits upright, sliding her legs off the side of the bed. The light was quite a bit brighter than it should have been - usually she woke just before the dawn, but now it was bright and warm and definitely, definitely too late. What did she even--

The knowledge dawns on her like a cold bucket being poured down her spine, because she can tell she's not alone. Someone is in the bed with her. Slowly, quietly, she reaches for her sword - which, thankfully, is actually there this time.

So when she stands and turns to face her intruder (except she's pretty sure this isn't her room), she is standing completely naked with a long, unsheathed blade pointing at her "companion".

The look of shamed disgust makes her look queasy.

"Get. Up."

Wake up with Nerva once? Shame on him.

Wake up with Nerva twice? Shame on them both.

Twisted Fate cracks open an eye and peers up at the angry, naked templar above him, pointing her sword and looking absolutely furious and disgusted. It'd almost be attractive if it wasn't for the disgusted part, actually. Nerva's far from being hideous, but her rigidness does her no favors.

With a sigh, he slowly sits up, stretching.

"You know, if we're going to keep doing this, I'd like to be a little more sober next time?"

"As if this wasn't entirely your plan." She lowers the blade (it was basically for show anyway) to look around the room - which doesn't help, because now she is definitely sure that this isn't hers.

She didn't even notice the long trail of hickies down the back of her neck that only become visible as she turns around.

Turning also doesn't quite hide the blush that actually starts turning her pale skin red down her neck and shoulders, save for the scar. She leaned down and picked up her shift - pulling it on only to let out a groan as she found it was torn nearly into two pieces.

"I can't believe you ripped my favourite shift...."

"Trust me, if it was, I've somehow outsmarted myself. Which would be incredible."

For a moment, he's distracted by her back, and snorts softly to himself. Well, clearly, his mouth was very busy last night. Though if his ass has anything to say about it, so was her riding crop.

He cracks a smile at her blush, but refrains from teasing her. Yet.

"Not my proudest moment," he confesses, his voice a shy bit softer. "I'm usually more careful with fine shirts. So I'll owe you one for that."

"If this is what you called 'smart' then you're more of an idiot than I expected," She muttered, but the initial shock was wearing off, so it sounded less vitriolic than it could have been, and more simply long-suffering.

At his other comment, she just makes a small dismissive noise. She wouldn't take it. After all - he was right. He hadn't magicked her. She'd come of her own free will. Apparently. And the fact that she had drunk enough to forget, when she usually drank very little, was just more proof that she was probably planning to do this even before she was drunk.

Which of course, made this The Worst Possible Thing That Could Possibly Have Happened to her. She dropped the torn shift and started looking around for the rest of her clothes, and at the very least, managed to find her small clothes. They were just the bare linens of a soldier, and they hung a little lopsided off her hip.

"Where even are we? Is this your room?"

She nearly stumbled over a bottle of wine, and picked it up to put it out of the way. Well. One culprit found.

"Who's the idiot? The one who remembers what happened, or the one who can't remember how she'd gotten here?" he muses, the questioning absolutely not serious in the least. Either way, they both know the truth; Fate had not tricked her. He wouldn't for this sort of thing.

He does feel a bit bad about the shift, and he does mean it when he says he'll make it up to her. Not that she probably believes him, but that's not really his problem.

In any case, he absently starts picking his clothes off the floor.

"This? No. I imagine I, ah. Procured it. As I do, as I always do." Fate snorts softly. "I actually don't know whose room it is."

"In this case I will have to admit an amount of idiocy." That actually made the blush worse, which made her angry at herself, because she normally didn't blush. But apparently being caught naked, having slept with an elven mage, again, was sufficient reason. The fact that he claimed to remember when she couldn't was even worse.

Her head immediately turned at that. "You just told me you weren't sober," She accused, the barest trace of panic in her voice. Of course, turning her head had the added benefit of seeing him in all his naked glory, which hadn't bothered her before, but now that she thought that not only had she been a) intimately acquainted with that body and b) that he remembered her being intimately acquainted with that body, suddenly she was Very Very Aware of him. She hurriedly tried to remember what had happened the night before, and had a vague recollection of challenging him to a drinking contest, and then decided she really, really didn't want to remember. She turned her gaze sharply away.

"I wonder how many apology notes I'm going to have to write," She muttered a little darkly. She managed to find her breeches, which were, thankfully, intact.

"Oh, please. I can be drunk and mostly remember what occurred. Hardly a first for me. Terribly sorry that you have such difficulties yourself."

By now, of course, he's not concerned with his state of affairs, being naked before her. He's more interested in being sure his own clothes are generally clean and not torn; he is a bit sorry that he'd ripped any of hers, and he does intend on replacing it. Whether she likes it or not.

Fate does respect the state of one's clothes.

"None, if no one knows." Twisted Fate smiles wryly. "Really, is this so bad? I like to think we enjoyed ourselves and you can be lovely when you aren't scowling at me so much."

She felt a little more comfortable after she pulled on her breaches, buttoning them up tight before continuing her search.

"Given the state of your backside I'm not convinced there was no scowling last night," Nerva replied drily, finding his trousers and holding them up for him without actually looking at him.

"You realise that this goes against everything I am meant to uphold, yes?" There was a pause, and then a slight mutter. "That is, if I were actually allowed to do my job, here."

"You seemed like you were enjoying yourself. I know I was," he says, chuckling. Templar or not, he did sincerely have a pleasant time. The first time they'd stumbled into this, it was alarming because he was not entirely convinced that neither Cade nor Nerva would strangle him for it. Not that he'd tricked them, but that's not something either of them would admit to either.

There's a soft sigh. "Nerva, everything we want to uphold, no matter where we are -- that's difficult to coincide with what the Inquisition needs, don't you think? My beliefs certainly don't always stack up to it, but we stay out of some necessity." It's hard to say if he truly stays because it's for the benefit of the Inquisition or something else, but he's not lying either.

"I imagine once everything is said and done, I'll go back to my running away from templars and watching my back all the time, but for now, is it really a shame to enjoy oneself? You certainly seem like you believe that, to some degree."

She shook his trousers at him, still not willing to look in his direction, and getting redder by the minute - though mostly around her throat.

"I'm not here to enjoy myself," She said a little tightly. "And I'm fairly certain that sleeping with Dalish Apostates doesn't fall under my duties as given by the Inquisition." Was that - wryness in her voice? Could that even be a joke?

She wasn't going to talk about shame. Of course she felt shame. But she felt shame from nearly everything about her life, at the moment, so what was one more thing. Most of the shame was an attempt to cover up whatever other feelings she felt, which she most certainly did not want to feel, or talk about, or think about.

But he was being unfairly kind, so.

"If you're fishing for compliments then you can at least find me some left over wine to get rid of this hand over. Then I'll see if I can find you one."

Goodness, that actually sounds a bit like a joke from her for a change. Fate chuckles softly. "We could check if it was. Have a night with Twisted Fate. Really, it should be a duty. I like being preoccupied that way. Likely to cause less trouble, too."

At long last, he finally takes his trousers and places them on, sparing her of any further nudity.

"I assure you if I was looking, it wouldn't immediately be from you. But I'll oblige; I'm certain there's something left." The smile he wears is a bit more warm; it's harder to be completely cold to her after two rolls in bed.

The elf turns away; after a bit of searching, he plucks a bottle up from the floor, peering at it curiously. Enough for a few swigs, from the looks of it.

"Ladies first," he muses, offering it to her.

"It might keep you occupied, but I'm fairly sure it would keep everyone else distracted," She replied, finally endevouring to look at him now that he had some form of clothes on, and - Nope. Still way more attractive than he had any right to be. Was that the effect of falling to her weakness twice in a row, or if that had been the weakness in the first place, or if it was because she wasn't currently a ball of fury that was unable to look at the world in any shade save red.

Whatever it was, it made her clear her throat, reach out, take the bottle - and a swig - and then hand it back.

"Fine. Next time, in a state where I'm not black out drunk." That was a compliment, right? Sort of?

Or probably just a confession.

Those were the same things, really.

random ass rp

THE MORNING AFTER. AGAIN.

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