Forgotten Realms Fan Fiction ❯ Drastic Changes of Heart ❯ Three ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Virago 
“Unless of course you’re embarrassed for... reasons I could only imagine.”
Non Anime: Forgotten Realms Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Comedy / Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.19.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 255 | Status: Work In Progress
“Unless of course you’re embarrassed for... reasons I could only imagine.”
Non Anime: Forgotten Realms Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Comedy / Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.19.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 255 | Status: Work In Progress
Drastic Changes of Heart
Three
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A/N: All have for today is the fan praise. Trust me, without you pouges I couldn’t do this!! ::fuzzy hugs::
Lord Onisyr: Thank you so much for your reviews! XD There is no other words to say how happy I am to receive them!
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For Entreri tomorrow came all too soon. He did his best to avoid his ever annoying partner-in-crime, mainly due to the fact that Jarlaxle insisted on spending all of his alone time with Drizzt’s red-head wench. He frowned, a crease forming upon his brow trying, for the life of him, to remember her name. Not that he really gave a flying orc; it was the fact that he forgot something that bugged him. He prided himself on remembering even the slightest detail of everything and everyone that he came across. Something as little as forgetting a name insanely drove him nuts. Perhaps old age was indeed finally catching up with him?
The thought made him snort, sure he was old, by human standards, but not that old. Yet his face retained the youthful appearance of a twenty year old, his hair was the problem. Not that the assassin was vain, but his hair had just begun to speckle itself with the purest of gray, which started to bug him. He sighed, and reminded himself to speak with Jarlaxle when he wasn’t flirting with the Human Bitch. To ask him if he was bald by choice or if he shaved his head because white hair showed up too well in the dark. Not that he cared about the elf’s wellbeing, of course; he needed to ask for his purposes only.
His thoughts came to a stop as he found himself outside of Drizzt Do’Urden’s bedchamber door, his hand lifted as if he was subconsciously about to knock. He growled deep in his throat and once more silently threaten to decapitate Jarlaxle for pawning off the ridiculous bet on him. He shook his head and tightened his knuckles, forcing himself to pound on the thick wood of Do’Urden’s door. He waited.
And waited some more.
He glared and pounded again, hearing no movement from inside the chamber. Surely the drow was home, it was early and he was not one to hang out in the common area, especially during the busy breakfast hours. He reached up his hand once more to knock, the door swinging open as he came face to face with a very angry elf.
Water still beaded down his bare chest and dripped off his long white hair. His slim hips were covered with a white sheet that stuck close to his skin in the places where the water had soaked completely through.
“Entreri,” the elf stated, his voice slightly annoyed, “What honor it is to me to be graced with your presence so early in the day.”
The assassin snorted and pushed the ranger aside, walking into his room, “Save it Do’Urden. I’m in a bad mood.”
That earned him a raised eyebrow, “In such a bad mood that you sought me out.”
He waved his hand, as gesture saying that it didn’t mattered, “We have an appointment. Remember?”
The drow nodded, “Of course, yet I did not realize that you meant to have it before I finished my morning bath.”
He shrugged, “So finish. I’ll just wait. Only shut the door, I’m sure not everybody wants to see you over half naked.” As if to prove his point he slowly looked the elf down then up. Starting at his bare toes, then up the expanse of ebony flesh that peeked out from the folds of the sheet, only to settle on his torso and chest. Ah yes, Drizzt Do’Urden had a very nice body indeed, the thought made him hate him all the more.
Do’Urden’s cheeks turned a shade darker as he realized that he still held the door open, hoping that Entreri would get the hint and leave, trying to ignore the way he scrutinized him. “Aren’t you going to leave?” he asked.
The assassin shrugged again and sat himself on the edge of the other man’s bed, “Nope. We’re both males.” Then he smiled, a small cocky upturn of his mouth, “Unless of course you’re embarrassed for... reasons I could only imagine.”
The drow glared at him and blushed more, muttering to himself as he slammed the door. He moved to the tub that sat in the far corner of the room that barely peeked out behind almost transparent dividers. Only when his was behind those curtains did him remove the sheet that covered him.
Entreri forced to keep his disappointed hiss to himself, trying to picture what the rest of the drow looked like, the water trailing across his ebony skin like the blood he wished to bathe the elf in. Now that was a much better mental image. The drow lying in a pool of his own crimson, the dark redness of it soaking into his lovely white hair, the paleness of it causing the liquid to take on a cherry hue as his dead, lifeless eyes started up and the sky. A very, very pleasing vision it was.
“We should stop in the market to buy wooden blades,” Do’Urden’s voice cut through his pleasant thoughts like an ice cold, dull knife, hurting all the way until the thin thread was completely shattered.
Entreri snorted, “Why is that?”
The elf laughed, the sound coming out as pure and soft as small tinkly bells, “Because we would take it too far. We would kill each other, or at least attempt to.”
He blinked and growled, damn the elf for being right. “Whatever pleases you,” his voice once more sarcastic.
“You really are in a prime mood,” came the equally sarcastic reply.
“Shut up, drow,” he hissed, “Finish and get out so we can do this.”
TBC...
Three
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A/N: All have for today is the fan praise. Trust me, without you pouges I couldn’t do this!! ::fuzzy hugs::
Lord Onisyr: Thank you so much for your reviews! XD There is no other words to say how happy I am to receive them!
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For Entreri tomorrow came all too soon. He did his best to avoid his ever annoying partner-in-crime, mainly due to the fact that Jarlaxle insisted on spending all of his alone time with Drizzt’s red-head wench. He frowned, a crease forming upon his brow trying, for the life of him, to remember her name. Not that he really gave a flying orc; it was the fact that he forgot something that bugged him. He prided himself on remembering even the slightest detail of everything and everyone that he came across. Something as little as forgetting a name insanely drove him nuts. Perhaps old age was indeed finally catching up with him?
The thought made him snort, sure he was old, by human standards, but not that old. Yet his face retained the youthful appearance of a twenty year old, his hair was the problem. Not that the assassin was vain, but his hair had just begun to speckle itself with the purest of gray, which started to bug him. He sighed, and reminded himself to speak with Jarlaxle when he wasn’t flirting with the Human Bitch. To ask him if he was bald by choice or if he shaved his head because white hair showed up too well in the dark. Not that he cared about the elf’s wellbeing, of course; he needed to ask for his purposes only.
His thoughts came to a stop as he found himself outside of Drizzt Do’Urden’s bedchamber door, his hand lifted as if he was subconsciously about to knock. He growled deep in his throat and once more silently threaten to decapitate Jarlaxle for pawning off the ridiculous bet on him. He shook his head and tightened his knuckles, forcing himself to pound on the thick wood of Do’Urden’s door. He waited.
And waited some more.
He glared and pounded again, hearing no movement from inside the chamber. Surely the drow was home, it was early and he was not one to hang out in the common area, especially during the busy breakfast hours. He reached up his hand once more to knock, the door swinging open as he came face to face with a very angry elf.
Water still beaded down his bare chest and dripped off his long white hair. His slim hips were covered with a white sheet that stuck close to his skin in the places where the water had soaked completely through.
“Entreri,” the elf stated, his voice slightly annoyed, “What honor it is to me to be graced with your presence so early in the day.”
The assassin snorted and pushed the ranger aside, walking into his room, “Save it Do’Urden. I’m in a bad mood.”
That earned him a raised eyebrow, “In such a bad mood that you sought me out.”
He waved his hand, as gesture saying that it didn’t mattered, “We have an appointment. Remember?”
The drow nodded, “Of course, yet I did not realize that you meant to have it before I finished my morning bath.”
He shrugged, “So finish. I’ll just wait. Only shut the door, I’m sure not everybody wants to see you over half naked.” As if to prove his point he slowly looked the elf down then up. Starting at his bare toes, then up the expanse of ebony flesh that peeked out from the folds of the sheet, only to settle on his torso and chest. Ah yes, Drizzt Do’Urden had a very nice body indeed, the thought made him hate him all the more.
Do’Urden’s cheeks turned a shade darker as he realized that he still held the door open, hoping that Entreri would get the hint and leave, trying to ignore the way he scrutinized him. “Aren’t you going to leave?” he asked.
The assassin shrugged again and sat himself on the edge of the other man’s bed, “Nope. We’re both males.” Then he smiled, a small cocky upturn of his mouth, “Unless of course you’re embarrassed for... reasons I could only imagine.”
The drow glared at him and blushed more, muttering to himself as he slammed the door. He moved to the tub that sat in the far corner of the room that barely peeked out behind almost transparent dividers. Only when his was behind those curtains did him remove the sheet that covered him.
Entreri forced to keep his disappointed hiss to himself, trying to picture what the rest of the drow looked like, the water trailing across his ebony skin like the blood he wished to bathe the elf in. Now that was a much better mental image. The drow lying in a pool of his own crimson, the dark redness of it soaking into his lovely white hair, the paleness of it causing the liquid to take on a cherry hue as his dead, lifeless eyes started up and the sky. A very, very pleasing vision it was.
“We should stop in the market to buy wooden blades,” Do’Urden’s voice cut through his pleasant thoughts like an ice cold, dull knife, hurting all the way until the thin thread was completely shattered.
Entreri snorted, “Why is that?”
The elf laughed, the sound coming out as pure and soft as small tinkly bells, “Because we would take it too far. We would kill each other, or at least attempt to.”
He blinked and growled, damn the elf for being right. “Whatever pleases you,” his voice once more sarcastic.
“You really are in a prime mood,” came the equally sarcastic reply.
“Shut up, drow,” he hissed, “Finish and get out so we can do this.”
TBC...