#FOR ANY OF THE PERC'AHLIA BABES. THEY ARE ALWAYS MY NUMBER ONE. BUT VEX DESERVES A LONG STRING OF EXES OKAY??? ESPECIALLY HOT WOMEN.

[blorbologist]

*pokes my head in* hi uhhh can i get uh. vexahra with a side of "loosing your mind when they tilt your chin to look you in the eye" pretty please

[Took a while to get to this one 'cause I needed a lil rest/got distracted doing Two for joy stuff. First time writing Vexahra, enjoy! <33]

“I think it looks stupid,” Vex insists with a huff, legs crossed. “I mean - ‘reject’? Really? Way to advertise the daddy issues, brother.”

Zahra shrugs, feigning focus on her ale. Vex is too used to appraisal to not notice she’s watching her, though. No matter how interesting the fly in her drink must really be. 

(This doesn’t feel like Syngorn, though. No one else - man or elf or half-elf or half-boar - is watching. Just the tiefling sitting the bar, tail curling too close to Vex's wrist.)

She’s pretty sure she’s right when Zahra takes too long to respond. She covers it with a hum, brows knitting in disapproval - noticed the bug at last. “Well, darling,” says Zahra, “I’m not sure you’re one to talk.”

Vex tilts her head. Go on, then.

“So tragic.” Zahra mimes a pout, drawing a sad line from the corner of her eye with a fingertip, more claw than nail. “If you’re playing for sympathy, I’m sure it will work wonders, you poor thing.”

“Who doesn’t like a good sob story?” Vex purrs. “Just watch and learn - one look at this face and the contracts will be in hand. Every one.”

“Oh, by all means - you’ll need all the charm you can get.”

She gets double birds for that.

The tattoo was, really, more a reason to stick around with Vax while he got his done. An impulse, not quite thought through, that she’d love if - well. Nothing. The process itched more than anything, but the arcane artist noted that it would be easy enough to unwind the enchantment to remove them if ever. 

Father certainly wouldn’t approve of this, if ever he wanted them back. Vex is undecided as to if she’d want his ire or his appreciation.

The tiefling stops indulging attention to her ale. She openly watches Vex now, swirling her tankard. If that fly isn’t dead, it’s certainly being taken for a ride. Like Vex, really, when Zahra places a hand on the bar and uses it to lean over Vex. Loom is a better word, she realizes, something heavy stuck in her throat. Was an unwanted guest in her drink, too? It certainly squirms.

“Actually,” says Zahra. “Let me get a better look.”

Vex rolls her eyes. “It’s not exactly that subtle-”

A fang of a nail slips under her chin, angle suitable for cutting throats, and Zahra slides even closer. The take is loud, louder than her heart in her chest. She’s been too deep in her cups - this human stuff is stronger than what she’s used to in Syngorn.

Oh. 

Interesting. Okay.

Zahra smirks, angling her hold on Vex’s chin so the points of her claws press just behind the bony edge of her chin.

She’s not even looking at the fucking teardrop tattoo.

Vex is of half a mind to bite her, though she really can’t find a good justification for that. 

So instead Vex surges up to kiss her, because that seems more in line with how those two fingers somehow hold her still. Because she’s going to paint those stupid red lips blue with her lipstick. Because fuck you, let me show you how charming I can be. 

(The nail cuts a smooth line of pain, drawn from the underside of her jaw to the nape of her neck. Not enough to bleed, but enough to remember.)