( Sometime during the night, while Demona is off gliding or generally terrifying those in the city, a small wooden box would be left on her windowsill for her to find upon her return. Inside - assuming she wasn't suspicious as hell and actually opened it - would be a hair comb and note: )
I happened upon this while perusing the market stalls, and could not help but think how lovely it would look nestled in your fiery locks.
I shall hope to see you wearing it soon. If not - well, I suppose I will have to find something more to your tastes then, won't I?
She landed on the ledge shortly before sunrise and glowered at the box obviously placed where she'd see it. Who would leave something for her? And how had they gotten it here?
Her nose wrinkled as she opened it, knowing even before she saw the note that it was Zevran by the scent that wafted off it. Her glower only deepened when she read the note. A gift for her? Why? Was he truly so desperate to gain her favor?
She sighed and closed the lid to the box, carrying it down with her as she stepped inside and setting it at her bedside. The dawn was seconds away, and so was her painful transformation to a human body. The very thing she was trying to gather enough favor to reverse. Was it foolish of her to keep spurning Zevran's advances when she needed the favor? He would be an easy source of it... If she could swallow her pride long enough.
"Tch, who does he think he is, trying to bribe me?"
Regardless, her reply would have to wait until nightfall. As far as anyone knows, she is a statue by daylight. So, that would give her time enough to craft an adequate reply.
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The next evening, she sent him this note over the tomes:
Zevran,
The comb you left is lovely, but I do not know if I can accept. I am not often the recipient of gifts, and I am not certain I understand your motive for giving me such a thing.
Must I have a motive? Perhaps I simply thought it would suit you.
That being said, if you do not wish to keep it, feel free to do with it what you please. Though I would not suggest attempting to return it to the stall it was taken from.
My dear you are not the first woman to threaten my life, and you surely will not be the last. I enjoy the banter - and it is clear you must like me in some fashion, or else I would be dead in the street five times over, revival or not.
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Date: 2021-06-24 04:24 pm (UTC)I happened upon this while perusing the market stalls, and could not help but think how lovely it would look nestled in your fiery locks.
I shall hope to see you wearing it soon. If not - well, I suppose I will have to find something more to your tastes then, won't I?
Regards,
- Z
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Date: 2021-06-27 04:07 pm (UTC)Her nose wrinkled as she opened it, knowing even before she saw the note that it was Zevran by the scent that wafted off it. Her glower only deepened when she read the note. A gift for her? Why? Was he truly so desperate to gain her favor?
She sighed and closed the lid to the box, carrying it down with her as she stepped inside and setting it at her bedside. The dawn was seconds away, and so was her painful transformation to a human body. The very thing she was trying to gather enough favor to reverse. Was it foolish of her to keep spurning Zevran's advances when she needed the favor? He would be an easy source of it... If she could swallow her pride long enough.
"Tch, who does he think he is, trying to bribe me?"
Regardless, her reply would have to wait until nightfall. As far as anyone knows, she is a statue by daylight. So, that would give her time enough to craft an adequate reply.
----
The next evening, she sent him this note over the tomes:
Zevran,
The comb you left is lovely, but I do not know if I can accept. I am not often the recipient of gifts, and I am not certain I understand your motive for giving me such a thing.
-Demona
There. That was... cordial.
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Date: 2021-06-27 11:07 pm (UTC)That being said, if you do not wish to keep it, feel free to do with it what you please. Though I would not suggest attempting to return it to the stall it was taken from.
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Date: 2021-06-28 02:41 pm (UTC)[There's a lengthy pause before the next reply.]
You stole it. Didn't you?
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Date: 2021-06-28 06:24 pm (UTC)Please. Borrowed without permission.
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Date: 2021-06-29 01:11 am (UTC)[That's weirdly comforting.]
I cannot imagine what it is that compels you to pursue me after how I have spoken to you, but...
[Another long pause.]
I favor gold, especially bangles or earrings.
[And that's about as close to 'thank you' as he might hope to come. Perhaps she is warming up to him just slightly.]
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Date: 2021-06-29 01:18 am (UTC)A woman of taste! I will keep that in mind.
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Date: 2021-06-29 01:40 pm (UTC)[She's not going to ADMIT to enjoying the banter. That's going too far.]
Be careful not to push your luck.
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Date: 2021-06-29 05:16 pm (UTC)( god forbid demona admit that zevran is amusing, at the very least. )
I make no such promises that I won't, darling.
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Date: 2021-07-01 05:30 pm (UTC)[Suddenly threatening to kill him almost sounds like flirting. Look what he's done to her.]
Then I can make no promises that it won't land you in your grave after all.
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Date: 2021-07-06 11:54 pm (UTC)( haha sucker. It's absolutely flirting on his end. )
;)
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Date: 2021-07-08 05:18 pm (UTC)[Especially now that she can glide once more.]
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Date: 2021-07-08 08:31 pm (UTC)( hear her come. that is. :) )
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Date: 2021-07-09 12:32 am (UTC)2/2
Date: 2021-07-09 12:33 am (UTC)Start running.
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Date: 2021-07-09 12:38 am (UTC)Best of luck finding me, darling.